Mo Zhu and Mo Mei were seriously injured, and it was already difficult for them to fight back effectively.

Perhaps, they have run out of hidden weapons.

By the time the remaining five Assassins arrived, it might have been the moment of their death.

Jia Huan decided to push the car door and go out, the two of them have done enough and done well, and the rest of the battlefield will be left to me to solve.

It's a pity that he couldn't push it.

Once this steel carriage turns on the defense mode, it can't even be opened inside.

Jia Huan slammed the car door inside, signaling the two to come over and open the car door.

It's just that Mo Zhu and Mo Mei outside the car didn't pay attention to Jia Huan's order, and they were still concentrating on guarding against the attack of the five assassins.

Finished! They're hard to resist!

Disheveled!

The next moment, one of the assassins walking behind suddenly fell to the ground and convulsed.

The remaining six assassins were all startled and all stopped.

They hadn't seen the two guards raise their hands, and they didn't know when they had attacked.

This kind of unknown makes them terrified.

Disheveled!

Another Assassin fell to the ground, also convulsing.

The remaining five Assassins chattered and communicated.

Although Jia Huan couldn't understand what they were saying, it suddenly occurred to him that the two assassins who fell to the ground were probably poisoned.

The silver needle that Mozhu and Momei had just inspired was quenched, and the reason why Mozhu and Momei kept retreating was probably to delay time, so that these assassins would die of poison.

There were five Assassins left, and an argument broke out.

Two of them decided to kill the two guards at all costs, while the other three quickly retreated.

It's a pity that there is not much time left for them.

Disheveled! Disheveled! Disheveled! ……

The five Assassins quickly fell to the ground and convulsed.

And Mo Zhu and Mo Mei seemed to have been drained of their strength suddenly, and they leaned on the carriage and sat down slowly.

Jia Huan anxiously smashed the carriage.

Mo Zhu struggled to get up, and without knowing what to press, the carriage rattled again.

In a short time, the steel walls have all shrunk.

Jia Huan quickly opened the car door and jumped out of the car.

Mo Zhu and Mo Mei have almost become blood people, their breath is weak, and they are in danger.

Jia Huan hurriedly carried the two into the carriage and began to bandage the two to stop the bleeding.

Mo Mei was stabbed in the abdomen, and the situation was more serious.

Jia Huan first covered the wound with his hands, and then instructed Caiyun: "Caiyun, go to the back carriage and bring a jar of strong wine." ”

This time he went to Ping'an County, and Jia Huan took two jars of high-concentration alcohol that had been purified many times in the alcohol workshop.

And alcohol, which can be used for anti-virus, Jia Huan originally brought it with the intention of being prepared.

I didn't expect that not long after I went out, it came in handy before I arrived in Ping'an County......

Caiyun struggled for a long time to get up, but she couldn't get up, she hurriedly said: "Third master, slave maid, slave maid has weak legs, stand, can't stand up." ”

Drop the chain at the critical moment!

However, she is a little girl, and it is common for her to be scared to weak legs when she sees such a bloody scene for the first time.

Jia Huan was about to get out of the car to get it himself, but he saw the mandarin duck struggling to get up and said, "Third master, I'll go." ”

The mandarin duck got out of the car, and after a while, he took out a jar of alcohol from the back compartment and came back.

Jia Huan tore Momei's clothes to expose the wound and facilitate disinfection and medicine.

But seeing that Mo Mei suddenly closed her eyes, a flush appeared on her pale cheeks, and her whole body was tense to the point of tension, so that the amount of bleeding from the wound increased sharply.

Jia Huan said speechlessly: "Relax, you are a big man, what are you doing so nervously, what are you ashamed of......

Before he finished speaking, Jia Huan saw a bright red belly pocket underneath after tearing off the samurai suit.

He subconsciously opened his belly pocket, and then his face suddenly showed a look of shock.

Then he realized that the two of them, Mo Zhu and Mo Mei, were actually women dressed as men!

It's just that they are dressed up too perfectly, not only with flat chests, but also with fake Adam's apple.

So much so that although Jia Huan was suspicious, he still thought that they were real men.

I didn't expect to expose their true colors in this situation.

The next moment, Jia Huan covered the underside of Momei with a strip of cloth.

Then he said: "Momei, I'll disinfect it for you now to prevent the wound from becoming infected, you bear with it." ”

Mo Mei closed her eyes and nodded softly.

Jia Huan opened the lid of the altar and poured out some alcohol to clean Momei's wounds.

Mo Mei convulsed in pain, and cried out in pain.

After cleaning the wound, Jia Huan took out a clean strip of cloth to press the wound, and said to the mandarin duck: "Mandarin duck, you press the wound first to prevent the wound from bleeding." ”

"I'll go and bandage Mozhu first, her wound needs stitches, otherwise it won't heal completely."

"Yes, Third Master."

The mandarin duck came over to cover Momei's wounds.

Jia Huan turned around and was about to bandage Mozhu's wounds, Mozhu gritted his teeth and said, "Childe, I don't care, let's bandage my sister first." ”

Jia Huan said in a deep voice: "Don't be verbose, let go." ”

Mo Zhu had no choice but to let go of his hand, and Jia Huan tore off Mo Mei's sleeve and half of her shirt, suddenly revealing a deep wound on her shoulder.

Under Mozhu's shoulder, a strip of white cloth was revealed, presumably using this to wrap their chests.

However, wrapping it so hard will not only affect development, but also lead to the possibility of distortion, which is not conducive to physical health.

Jia Huan poured out the alcohol again and began to clean Mozhu's wounds.

Mo Zhu trembled in pain, but she didn't shout out in anger.

Mozhu's wound is also extremely deep, and it also needs to be stitched.

Jia Huan took out a clean strip of cloth again and asked Caiyun and Qingwen, "You two, who came over to help Mozhu press the wound?" ”

Qingwen struggled to get up and said, "Third Master, I'll come." ”

Qingwen got up and held Mozhu's wound hard.

Jia Huan got out of the car, and soon took out a first-aid kit in the back compartment.

Jia Huan was originally a surgeon, and since he won the top prize, he didn't need to continue to study hard.

During this time, Jia Huan was not idle, and still did some things.

Writing a textbook for the enlightenment of natural sciences is one of those things.

The second thing was this first-aid kit, and he asked Mo to make something for him.

After carrying the medicine box and getting into the carriage, Jia Huan first took out some medicine powder.

First put medicine on Momei, then took out a suture needle and a section of suture, threaded the needle on the line, and then Jia Huan began to suture Momei.

The conditions are very rudimentary, but there is no more to ask for now.

Jia Huan's suturing technique is skillful, but this is without anesthetic.

Mo Mei's tears of pain fell, and she kept screaming in pain.

Jia Huan said helplessly: "Momei, bear with it, don't use force in this part of the wound, it's easy to break open the wound." ”

(End of chapter)