Back at the inn, Yan Li glanced at the injured right hand and arm, where the blood had coagulated, because he was wearing a night clothes, he couldn't see the coagulated blood without looking carefully.

She had just put her left hand on the doorknob when there was a click, and the door on the opposite side was opened.

Yan Li turned her head to look and saw Yan Tian standing behind her, looking at her dress, there was no surprise in her eyes.

Yan Tian glanced at her wound lightly: "Injured?" ”

"Hmm." Yan Li couldn't fathom her expression, so she could only follow her words.

"You go back to the room first, and I'll get you medicine." After Yan Tian finished speaking, he turned his head and returned to the room without waiting for Yan Li to speak.

Hearing this, Yan Li also pushed it open and entered the room, she lit the oil lamp in the room, sat on the round table in the center of the room, and slowly peeled off the wound on her arm and the torn sleeve of her arm.

She accidentally tugged at the wound lightly, and the blood that had been coagulated flowed out again.

Wen Jin was not merciless at all, if the wound was a little deeper, he would be able to see the white bones of Sensen.

You can imagine how painful it is.

Yan Li is also able to endure it, and she didn't react at all when she fought with Pianran, if she hadn't seen her pale face and no trace of blood on her lips, I don't know how seriously she was injured.

Yan Tian walked in, holding not only medicine in his hand, but also gauze and hot water.

She looked at Yan Li's blood-stained arms, her face was calm from beginning to end, so cold that it made people think that she was cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Reach out." Yan poured indifference.

Yan Li obediently stretched out her hand, only to see Yan Qian grab the clothes at Yan Li's wound with both hands, and then pull it hard, and the entire sleeve was torn off by her.

Yan Li's arms were so red and fruity that they were exposed to the air.

"Bear with me, wipe the wound before applying medicine." Yan Tian7 said, throwing a piece of cloth to Yan Li: "Bite it, they are still sleeping, don't make any noise about them." ”

Yanli: "......"

The emotion that just came up was gone in an instant.

"No, I can." Yanli threw the cloth aside, very stiff.

Yan Tian just glanced at her lightly, and did not persuade her again, but picked up the cloth in the basin and wrung it out, and then carefully wiped Yan's injured arm.

Although she was expressionless, her hands were extraordinarily gentle.

Yan Li bit her white lower lip, her delicate eyebrows were wrinkled, and her hands trembled slightly with pain.

The time to clean the wound was extremely difficult, and after a while, a layer of fine sweat appeared on Yan Li's forehead, and her face was pale, comparable to a corpse that had been dead for three days.

I don't know how long it took, when Yan Li was almost unconscious in pain, Yan Tian finally wiped her arm clean.

"Don't scream if it hurts, bear with it." Yan Tian lifted his eyelids lightly, and instructed indifferently.

Yanli: "......"

She was speechless in pain.

If it is more painful, this wound is a hundred times more serious than the whip wound that Lu Shuang hit her last time, and it is a hundred times more painful.

Yan Tian opened the small blue-green porcelain bottle, and then poured the medicine directly on Yan Li's wound, the moment the wound came into contact with the medicine powder, Yan Li felt an unprecedented pain in her heart.

In pain, she subconsciously withdrew her hand, but unfortunately Yan Tian pulled her hand, and she didn't succeed in pulling her hand back.

Yan Li's painful tears were rolling in her eyes.

Who knows why sprinkling this powder on it makes her feel a piercing pain?

Seeing her pitiful expression, Yan Tian was a little surprised, and she said: "By the way, I forgot to tell you that this medicine works quickly, but it will double your pain, and this symptom will last for an hour, and when the hour comes, it will be the same as ordinary medicine." ”