Helped Zhai Xiying to sit down on a sandalwood stool, supported by two subordinates, and his back was exposed for Youruo to deal with.

"Why are you so careless..."The whole wound is a full thirty centimeters, and if you go deeper, I'm afraid that even the white bones on your back will be exposed.

Ri hurriedly took out the Jinchuang medicine on the side, and then quickly went to the pharmacy to get the herbs according to Youruo's instructions.

The wound is close to the clothes, and taking it off rashly will only pull the wound and make the blood flow more wildly.

He sprinkled the golden medicine on the wound and instructed, "Bring the scissors to the charcoal." Youruo took Zhai Xiying's injured arm on the left side and asked his subordinates to do this.

The subordinates who were assigned the task immediately went to do something, and Zhai Xiying knew what you wanted to do with the scissors, and then said: "This king is not so delicate, just take it off." ”

"Don't make trouble for me, I didn't bring the medicine! It's useless to take it off so quickly! Youruo reprimanded loudly.

Before taking the herbs to reduce inflammation and stop bleeding, Zhai Xiying took off and took off white, and he would continue to bleed more.

After being reprimanded by Youruo, Zhai Xiying didn't say anything anymore, but his face became more and more pale, and his face was so dark that the subordinates who were supporting him on the other side were cold.

Who sent someone into the Ying Palace's mansion today to assassinate Youruo, Zhai Xiying still needs to investigate, as long as it is found out, he must take his nest, even if it is the emperor, it is the same!

"What do you think? Yes? You want to kill again, right? Kill a fart, you won't let me stay in bed for half a month, and I will run if you dare to run around! You Ruo looked at Zhai Xiying's face from the side angrily.

His deep eyes were half-squinted by him, and anyone could see that there was a murderous intent hidden in his eyes. Coupled with the thin lips that are tightly pursed, the breath around ~ the body is like the death gas coming out of the eighteenth layer of hell.

Zhai Xiying raised his head sideways and glanced at Youruo, and without speaking, he stared at Youruo quietly.

Youruo was embarrassed by him, his eyes glanced casually, and he saw Zhai Xiying's abdomen, and quickly put down one hand to pick up the remaining golden medicine, "Do you want to die!" If there is a wound in the abdomen, he will not say a word. ”

"This king thinks you can see it." Zhai Xiying also secretly thought that Youruo deliberately ignored the injury in his abdomen.

"Fart! The patient's body is best known only to the patient himself! "If you are in a hurry, the foul words are like an air cannon, spraying indiscriminately, aimed at Zhai Xiying!

Hurriedly solved the wound on his abdomen, and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Zhai Xiying waved his injured left arm and shook off Youruo, "Go and rest." ”

"The day should be back soon." As soon as the words fell, the sun came in with a bunch of herbs.

And the one with the scissors also came back, handing the scissor handle in his hand to Youruo.

Youruo took the scissors, carefully cut off the clothes around the wound, back, abdomen, and arms, and only after cutting did he dare to quickly peel off the clothes on Zhai Xiying's upper body.

After taking it off, Zhai Xiying's upper body was covered with blood. Youruo first cleaned the stains around the wound with water before preparing for the needle.

The wound is too deep and too long, and the scratch on this back may have to be threaded more than 40 times, and it deserves it!

Although he thought that Zhai Xiying should die, when he dropped the needle, he tried to be as gentle as possible.

He wasn't given anesthetic, and he could stand it anyway. If you put down the needle once, and the needle comes out, there will be a few more drops of cold sweat on both sides of Zhai Xiying's ears and temples.

It hurts, he just doesn't say a word.

If you take care of the two wounds on her back, she came to Zhai Xiying's abdomen.

Zhai Xiying was sitting, it was inconvenient for him to walk like a needle, and he had a back injury, and he couldn't go to bed to lie down, so he would only suppress the blood, and the blood gushed out of the wound again.

No way, he put a soft cushion on the ground, sat on it, and carefully needled Zhai Xiying's abdomen.

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