Nangong Ye was carried back to the room by the breeze, his body was bleeding profusely, his lips were pale, and he looked like he was about to hang up.

With a worried breeze, he was very happy in his heart, with the prince's body and bones, although the wound was deeper, it would not be fatal, the prince was in good health, and he must be healed soon.

He turned to look at Gu Jinwen, but he looked guilty, "Princess, it's all your subordinates, please be sure to cure the prince." ”

Although Gu Zhiluo didn't like him very much, he was his biological father after all, and he couldn't bear to watch him get injured and his life was in danger.

"Mother, why don't you save him."

Nangong Ye, who was lying on the bed "dying", opened his eyelids and looked, this is his son, why is he so reluctant, what is "why don't you save him"?

And Nangong Ling'er, who has always been well-behaved and caring, cried tears and was heartbroken, her father loved her since she was a child, if her father was not good, what would she do?

She just found her mother, she can't lose her father so quickly, from a motherless child to a fatherless child.

"Father, if you hold on, your mother will definitely cure you, Ling'er can't live without you and your mother, woo woo woo ......"

Gu Jin's face was flat, "Luo'er, you take your sister to the side and wait, your mother wants to stitch up his wound, don't be distracted." ”

Having been by his mother's side since he was a child, Gu Zhiluo naturally knew that he couldn't be undisturbed when healing, so he immediately agreed and took his sister's hand far away.

The breeze is very interesting to wait at the door of the room, in case of emergency.

Cutting the clothes from Nangong Ye's wound, Gu Jinwen took out the gauze in the medicine box to cover it, and took out a silver needle to seal several of his blood vessels to prevent excessive blood loss.

Then take out the antiseptic and anti-inflammatory medicine, wipe it in the same way, and finally take out the needle and thread, ready to suture.

"Gu Jinwen, is this king going to die?"

"I can't die."

Nangong Ye saw that Gu Jinwen didn't say a word, so she opened her mouth to ask, in order to set off the sad atmosphere of life and death, she didn't expect Gu Jinwen to answer so bluntly, without any emotion.

He was very disappointed in his heart, Gu Jinwen didn't care about him at all, such a deep wound, she didn't even blink when she saw it.

"This king is injured, don't you say it?"

"What does it mean?"

Nangong Night: "......"

His face, which had a hint of expectation just now, suddenly descended into a glacier, the kind that smoked cold smoke, and it couldn't be darker anymore.

Because he was too excited, the blood from his wound flowed out a lot, and immediately soaked Gu Jinwen's sleeves.

Gu Jinwen's eyes flickered, and she secretly scolded Qingfeng in her heart, this guy is not light or heavy, he stabbed Nangong Ye like this, and he was almost breathable.

"Don't move, I won't be responsible for the excessive blood loss if you move again."

What?

Nangong Ye immediately thought of something, and he grabbed Gu Jin's hand with an affectionate expression.

"Sister-in-law, this king's wound hurts, he must be dying, you don't want to comfort this king anymore, this king is not afraid of death, he is afraid of death, you orphans and widows have no one to take care of, this king will definitely die blindly, all before, everything is that this king is sorry for you, let you suffer so much and so many grievances, if there is an afterlife, this king will definitely compensate you well, hold you on the tip of his heart, and will not let anyone bully you......"

Because the range of action to grab Gu Jinwen was a little large, Gu Jinwen broke free and wanted to help him stitch up the wound, but she couldn't pull it, and after coming and going, Nangong Ye's wound began to bleed seriously again.