"But I still don't want to heal him." Song Qingyou hooked his lips and smiled.

"Song Qingyou! You're kidding us! Xiao Ningning's eyes were cracked, and she glared at Song Qingyou viciously, eager to eat her alive.

"I just said that if you ask me to forgive you, you might save him, but I don't want to save him now." Song Qingyou said with a relaxed face.

"Stare at him and collect his body!" She raised her eyebrows: "In these years, the dead are more comfortable than the living. ”

"Song Qingyou! Doesn't your conscience hurt? ”

"Conscience?" She snorted, "I'm sorry, no. ”

"You ......"

Xiao Yiran heard the movement, suddenly propped himself up, he stared at Xiao Yishu and said, "I'll use another secret to exchange my life, is it feasible?" ”

"What's the secret?" Xiao Yishu's expression was indifferent.

"About, your background." Xiao Yiran hooked the corners of his lips, like a venomous snake.

Xiao Yiran's eyes were like torches, he grabbed his collar, gritted his teeth and said, "How much else do you know?" ”

He raised his eyebrows and looked at him defiantly: "If Song Qingyou doesn't save me, I'll bring these secrets to the coffin, and you won't want to know for the rest of your life." ”

Xiao Yishu's forehead was bruised.

Xiao Yiran said weakly: "Do you want to know your life experience, you can weigh it yourself, anyway, I told you, you go and ask Song Qingyou to save me, and I will tell you what you want to know." ”

Xiao Yishu let go violently, and Xiao Yiran fell to the ground weakly.

With a solemn expression, he walked up to Song Qingyou and said, "Qingyou, can you save Xiao Yiran, he can't die for the time being." ”

"What?" Song Qing looked at him puzzled, she stretched out her hand to touch his head, and muttered, "This is not a fever?" ”

"He knows about my mother's death and my origins, and I have to know those two secrets." His voice was heavy.

"Alright, I got it." In front of the crowd that Song Qingyou came, he said loudly: "I promised to save him." ”

Seeing this, the villagers also breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Qingyou walked in front of Xiao Yiran and squatted down to examine his wounds.

Xiao Yiran looked at her coldly, still didn't speak, Song Qingyou ignored him, took out gauze, scissors, and disinfectant from the space, and treated Xiao Yiran's wound.

First, remove the clothing that is attached to the skin.

She frowned, blood mixed with her clothes had dried up, clinging to the wound.

She was just about to move, Xiao Yiran grabbed her hand and asked coldly, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Take your pants off, of course!" Song Qingyou said frankly, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this sentence.

The villagers behind her coughed violently, and Xiao Yishu also had a gloomy face, staring at her with a displeased expression.

Xiao Yiran turned his face in embarrassment: "You are a girl, how can you say such shameless words?" ”

If it weren't for his mother really kneeling down just now, Song Qingyou would rather watch him bleed to death than save him.

Song Qingyou said angrily: "We are just an ordinary doctor-patient relationship, what do you want?" ”

Xiao Yishu came to her side and asked, "Is there anything you need help with?" ”

She pointed to the disinfectant on the side: "Pour this on his wound and disinfect it first." ”

Xiao Yishu did so.

Xiao Yiran's tears of pain were about to fall, and he had to suspect that Xiao Yishu was deliberate.

"You bear with it, you are in pain, it means that there are bacteria on the wound." Song Qingyou's voice was gentle, as if she was coaxing a child.

Xiao Yiran's heart moved, and he looked at Song Qingyou in a daze, and there was a special emotion in his heart.

"The injury is so severe, I guess I'm going to have tetanus." Song Qingyou frowned, thinking to himself.

She took out another tetanus needle and pricked it for Xiao Yiran.

Then, she used tweezers to carefully clean Xiao Yiran's wound, with gentle movements and a focused expression.

Xiao Yiran's eyes darkened, she looked at Song Qingyou calmly, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile.

This woman is still quite good-looking when she is concentrating on her work.

Xiao Yishu handed over a warning look, and Xiao Yiran withdrew his gaze in disdain.

Song Qingyou carefully cut the clothes on Xiao Yiran's wound with scissors, revealing the bloody wound inside.

She examined it carefully and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, I didn't hurt my bones, I just lost too much blood." ”

She sprinkled medicine powder on Xiao Yiran's wound and wrapped it in gauze.

After doing all this, Song Qingyou opened his mouth and said: "After half a month of resting, you can be alive again." ”

"Is there anything to pay attention to?" Tang Yulian asked.

"Find him more nutritious things to eat, after all, he has lost too much blood, and it is not easy to make up for it." Song Qingyou said lightly.

Tang Yulian watched his son being rescued, and the corners of his mouth were about to grin behind the roots of his ears.

It was as if it was an illusion that I had just knelt without dignity.

As if remembering something, Song Qingyou took out a pill and stuffed it into Xiao Yiran's mouth.

"What kind of panacea is this?" The smile on Tang Yulian's face was like a chrysanthemum.

"Oh, it's poison." Song Qingyou's tone was calm.

"What?" Tang Yulian looked at Song Qingyou in disbelief: "You just want to save someone back, and you want to poison him?" ”

"This medicine does not lead to death, but it can make life worse than death." Song Qingyou said calmly.

"You poisonous woman, you didn't want to save your brother at all, did you?" Xiao Ningning's eyes were red and he asked.

"Congratulations, you got it right." Song Qingyou smiled.

"You ......" Xiao Ningning's eyes were terrible, and he couldn't wait to come up and bite her.

Song Qingyou gently patted Xiao Yishu's face and said in a low voice: "If you want an antidote, tell Xiao Yishu everything you know, otherwise, you know." ”

She said to Xiao Yishu Nunu: "I have done everything I can do, and the rest is up to you." ”

Xiao Yishu stepped forward and took Xiao Yiran to a hidden corner.

Xiao Ningning and Tang Yulian were immediately unhappy: "Let go of my brother." ”

Song Qingyou stretched out his hand to block: "When Xiao Yishu finishes asking, I will naturally let you go." ”

"What if he hurts my brother again?"

"Don't worry, as long as I'm not dead, I can save it." Song Qingyou showed a charming smile.

in the corner.

Xiao Yishu grabbed his neckline tightly, his eyes were vicious: "Say, what do you know?" ”

"Your mother's death is related to the people in the palace, it seems to be a mother." Xiao Yiran gasped weakly.

"What else?"

"You are not the biological son of the Xiao family."

"You're kidding me?" Xiao Yishu gritted his teeth, he already knew this.

"That's all I know, it's useless for you to kill me!" Xiao Yiran's face was pale, and he smiled like a fox who had succeeded in his scheme.

Xiao Yishu's hands were bruised, and finally he was reluctant to let go of him.

He walked to Song Qingyou's side with a solemn expression.