The heart is like a knife, and the pain of the skin.

When the people were gone, the tent was quiet again, and it seemed that the sound of the busy men of Doctor Zhang was a little heavy.

In the face of such a serious injury, Mr. Zhang did not dare to slack off, and he did not say a word from the beginning, with a serious expression, and meticulously dealt with the arrow wound on Zhu'an's body.

Pulling out the arrows directly together can easily cause the wound to tear, and he can only twist the arrow shaft first, and then take out the arrows one by one, for fear that the pain will be unbearable, and he also prepared some anesthetic to use.

Fortunately, I often encountered arrow wounds, although I never had such serious injuries, but practice makes perfect, and it was easy to deal with, and there were constantly bloody cloth towels thrown into the plate on the side, as if the blood could not be wiped clean.

Like the blood stains on her face that withered away before she had time to wipe them off.

Scarlet and cold.

It's not that I haven't seen blood, I have passed shoulders with life and death several times, which time has I not returned with blood, but ......

The torn shirt was carefully removed by Mr. Zhang, and the scarlet wound on Zhu'an's body was unconcealed in her eyes, and the hideous blood lingered in her nose so thick that it could not be dispersed.

Her chest rose and fell violently, and she gasped hard, and for the first time in her life, she knew what it was like to tremble, and she felt a little dizzy, and took two steps back, holding on to the cabinet next to the bed to stand.

There was a slight sound from the collision, which was still abrupt in the empty tent.

Mr. Zhang was shocked, and when he turned around, he saw that Weaving Dream's face was a little whiter than the one lying on the bed, and he was holding the cabinet with his back stiff.

I wanted to ask Weaving Dream to get some water, but I didn't dare to speak, and seeing that her face was really ugly, I asked worriedly: "Weaving Dream girl, what are you...... Faint blood?"

She was speechless and shook her head forcefully.

If you don't faint blood, you will faint the blood of Cha An.

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However, the blood was dizzy again, and she still stared intently, not daring to take her eyes off.

Mr. Zhang went to bring water himself, and returned to the bedside to clean the coagulated blood scab around the wound for Zhu'an, and a basin of clear water turned into blood in a blink of an eye.

He quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, obviously it was winter, but he felt sweat on his head.

Weaving Dreams' gaze like a demon is really stressful.

Isn't Mo observing where he mishandled and preparing to slash him with a knife?

Mr. Zhang's hands didn't dare to tremble, his back sat straight, he was so stared at for the first time in many years of practicing medicine that he panicked, and he wanted to ask Zhimeng to sit next to him for a while, but he didn't dare to drive people away, so he had to try not to look at her sweaty eyes, and he was bored to do things.

Fortunately, Weaving Dream just watched, and didn't really want to cut him, it was so quiet that it didn't seem to exist, and he quickly devoted himself to the treatment, forgetting about her existence.

When it was almost evening, when the last wound was finally bandaged, Mr. Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, and then stood up and moved his stiff body.

As soon as I turned my head, the weaving dream was still there.

It's like it's always there.

That appearance makes people's hearts sour when they see it.

Mr. Zhang couldn't help but be stunned, and his heart moved.

In the northwest battlefield, life and death casualties are the most frequent, since he joined the army, he has been wandering among countless wounded for many years, and he has seen countless wounded, and he is used to seeing them, and he is used to taking them for granted, but now he is still shocked a little.

Life has always been cruel and has always been worthy of fear.

Not to mention the doctor who saves the world.

He opened his mouth and couldn't squeeze out any words of comfort, so he could only turn around in silence and bow his head and start to pack up.

Just as he was about to throw away the arrow taken out of Zhu'an's wound and the blood-stained cloth towel, Weaving Dream finally spoke the first sentence, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Sir, can you leave this to me?"

These arrows are to be thrown anyway, and since Dream Weaving wants it, it doesn't hurt to give it to her.

Mr. Zhang nodded and handed her the things casually.

Weaving Dream took it, and didn't wipe the blood stains on it, just pinched it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

looked a little lonely.

Although she knew that she shouldn't think so, in addition to grief, she also felt a little heavy guilt in her heart.

She has never been the kind of person who blindly shirks responsibility, let alone indiscriminately, and all the people who take the fault for themselves, she will not evade if she is responsible, and she will not force it if she is not responsible.

Wan Bang entrusted her to save Wan Zhaohe, but at the critical moment, she didn't even consider her own safety, and directly protected Wan Zhaohe with a flower shield, saving Wan Zhaohe's life, and she had done what she could, even beyond the love of helping.

I have done my best.

But......

saved people but couldn't protect herself, so she put Zhu'an in danger, against her original wishes.

Therefore, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty, did she always cause trouble for Zhu'an, if she was stronger, she could rescue Wan Zhaohe from the Yingchao arrow by herself, would she not let her brother get injured for no reason.

Such guilt is untimely, but it still makes her feel uneasy.

However, a long time later, when Zhu'an himself came to evaluate this matter, he only said it with a smile.

If Dream Weaving protects others, then he will protect Dream Weaving.

Mr. Zhang was silent for a while and then said: "Dream Weaver Girl, although the arrow wound is serious, but the arrow will be fine when it is taken out, the old man has treated the best wound medicine for Gongzi An and bandaged the wound, although there is no guarantee of immediate results, but the old man promises that he will definitely be able to cure him." Please wait patiently for a while, and the little boy will wake up, please ...... Take care of yourself. ”

Don't one of them wake up and the other falls down again.

"Well, thank you, sir, for your relief. ”

After saying this, Mr. Zhang's heart was much more comfortable.

No matter how terrifying the appearance of Dream Weaver carrying a knife is, in the final analysis, she is just a kind-hearted little girl.

Because you understand, you are compassionate.

This distraction is very valuable.

"The old man will go back to prescribe the medicine first, and when he sends someone over, Miss Lao will feed the medicine for the little boy. ”

After Mr. Zhang carried the medicine box and quietly left, only Zhimeng and Zhu'an were left in the tent.

After standing for too long, my body can't help but feel a little sore.

She moved slowly and took two steps towards the bed.

His eyes were still motionless as he was staring at the lying on the bed.

"Brother......

Every time she called him, she didn't say anything, and he always responded patiently.

Not getting a response turned out to be such a heart-wrenching thing.

She gently grabbed Chai'an's hand and pressed it to her cheek, deflated.

When she saw that Zhu'an was injured, she didn't know how scared she was, that fear grabbed her throat, as if her heart was stagnant, her blood was blocked, and her whole body was shivering with cold.

She had never seen Juan so badly injured, never.

Her brother has always been powerful, even so strong that it is a little false, like a sword, he has always cut through thorns and thorns, and he is indomitable, and he does not know the pain.

However, when she saw him lying in front of her with his eyes closed, she realized how scared she was, more terrified than she had imagined.

only then did she realize that this person was her life.

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"Girl, why don't you eat something? or I'll give you another heat?"

The rice sent by Du Luobin was still on the table as it was, and it was already cold before he ate a bite.

Dream Weaver didn't look back, just turned his back to him and shook his head.

"Girl, after the general went back this time, he punished the eldest lady heavily, was demoted to two levels of honor, and was demoted to the patrol battalion, which can be regarded as a fair treatment, the girl is so relaxed, don't be anxious about this matter. ”

Weaving dreams didn't seem to hear it at all, maybe she didn't care if she heard it, she didn't care if Wan Zhaohe would be punished at all, she just didn't punish anything, she just wanted an apology.

Du Luobin couldn't help frowning, it's been two days, sitting without eating or drinking, how can it be done like this?

"Girl, you ......"

Seeing that Weaving Dream was still deaf, Du Luobin sighed, lifted the curtain and went out again.

The tent fell silent again.

I don't know how long it has been, but I always feel that this time is too long.

It's so long, every minute and every second, it's hard.

She took the potion again, walked back to the bedside, and met a pair of gentle eyes in the early morning of the day.

When he woke up, he still had a hoarse and tired voice, and called softly.

"...... Amon"

Weaving Dream stood beside the bed with a medicine bowl, her expression was a little aggrieved in the dense white mist, as if she was holding a knife at someone else that day, killing the terrifying appearance, it was just an illusion.

She looked intently into Zhu'an's eyes, and felt as if her heart was beating again, and the blood around her body began to flow again.

It's like the emotions that have been floating for a long time have finally come to a landing.

The uneasiness and pain accumulated in my heart finally softened into a sour tenderness in this call.

Her brother.

Suddenly, tears burst into tears.