Qin Muzhen's words made Guo Jia a little confused. After looking at him, Guo Jia hugged Yan Qing and dragged him up a little, letting Yan Qing's neck rest on his arm, leaning up slightly.

"That's it."

Qin Muzhen nodded, stepped forward, pinched Yan Qing's face, pressed her chin hard with her hand, and drank the medicine from her cup.

When the medicine in the bowl reached the bottom, he let go, wiped the medicine stains on Yan Qing's mouth with his sleeve, and then explained to the stunned Guo Jia, "Such a stubborn person has lost consciousness. Only in this way can we

Pry open their mouths and pour the medicine in."

Both his movements and the tone of his words gave Guo Jia a feeling of familiarity, as if he had done it many times, but his attitude was a bit strange.

Rather, it gave her the feeling that she had made her father angry in the past, and her father wanted to fix her but was reluctant, so in the end he could only sit aside and sulk and ignore others.

Maybe this Qin Muzhen is the elder of Yan Qing of the Qin family?

Guo Jia looked at Qin Muzhen's back and guessed, but she didn't expect that the man suddenly turned around when he reached the door. She was shocked and her heart skipped a beat. She pretended to wipe the blood on Yan Qing's face with a handkerchief, but she couldn't see out of the corner of her eye.

He stood and glanced toward the door.

It turned out that he didn't seem to notice her looking at her, but just reached the door and turned around to close the door.

When the door closed, Guo Jia breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have to do this and feel guilty.

"Are you going to cover me to death?"

"Why this expression?"

Otherwise, she might have collapsed due to excessive blood loss before Qin Muzhen and others arrived.

Hongzhuang hesitated for a moment, then pushed the bandage and wound medicine in front of her, "Take care of the wounds elsewhere for the general."

In the panic along the way, she had forgotten to reach this warm place. The wounds on this man's body that had been frozen by the frost and wind would continue to bleed after thawing.

Just looking at the deep and shallow scars around the crack made her feel particularly uncomfortable.

Seeing Hong Zhuang walking past him with a basin in his hand, Guo Jiacai quickly turned around and took a few steps. He quickly placed the stool beside the bed before Hong Zhuang, opened the window of the outhouse further, and opened the brazier in the room.

He moved to the bedside to warm the surrounding area.

Guo Jia completed her words in her mind, blinked several times, looked away and stood up, "I'll get some medicine to bandage you."

Hongzhuang said this, but she was not polite to her, "If you feel sorry for being idle, you can come over and help me."

Yan Qing glanced at her blood-soaked sleeves, then smiled and continued what he had just said, "Thanks to the cold wind, the wound was frozen."

"I'll treat the general's wounds."

Guo Jiazheng was thinking wildly when she heard a weak, hoarse voice ringing in her ears. She was suddenly startled and the handkerchief in her hand fell off the ground and fell onto the quilt.

"The skin injury is not a problem."

The cold wind outside the house blew in, making Guo Jia shiver.

Guo Jia just walked to the door and opened it, only to see Hongzhuang holding a basin and preparing to knock on the door.

These rude words made Guo Jia feel a little uncomfortable, as if he was about to do something but was suddenly ordered or reprimanded.

She remembered that when Hongzhuang came in, she had nothing but a basin of water in her hand.

After she finished doing this and returned to the bed, Hongzhuang had already taken out a handful of wound medicine and bandages from nowhere, and used scissors to cut open the clothes on Yan Qing's back.

What she said reminded Guo Jia of Qin Muzhen's previous instructions.

Carrying such an injury, she didn't say a word, turned around and was involved in the melee again.

Guo Jia's eyes fell on the scissors in her hand, and she couldn't help but take a second look.

Where did she bring in the palm-sized scissors?

But as the clothes on Yan Qing's back were cut open, revealing the hideous wound underneath, Guo Jia no longer wanted to explore. Staring at the wound where the flesh was curled up, she felt a throbbing pain in her back.

.

Although Hongzhuang may not mean this.

Hurrying to close the door, Guo Jia quickly walked to Hongzhuang. Before she put down the basin, she moved the stool she planned to put the basin on. "You were hurt too much before, right? Let me do it."

Yan Qing responded to her words with a smile and tried to sit up.

If she hadn't blocked the knife for herself, her head would have fallen into the snow.

Guo Jia hurriedly got up and found a soft pillow for her to lean on. When he took his hand back, he saw a bright red.

Guo Jia's nose felt sour, her lips trembled as she swallowed the sobs in her throat, she barely wiped away a disgusted smile, and said sternly, "Are you still laughing at me? Look at you like this, you'll fall down when the wind blows, but you don't look like someone who's on the battlefield over tea.

The heroine general."

"I really didn't expect the cold wind in northern Xinjiang to be so severe."

Seeing the medicine Hongzhuang poured on the wound being swallowed up by blood in an instant, Guo Jia's heart twitched as she just took the scissors from her hand.

Hongzhuang said, signaling Guo Jia to give way.

Guo Jia hurriedly got out of the way, but when Hongzhuang passed by, he caught a glimpse of the bandage exposed between her collar.

She hurriedly went to pick up the handkerchief, and picked up the wet handkerchief that was gradually getting colder. She was suddenly stunned again, unconsciously holding the handkerchief tightly in her hand, and then turned her head blankly to look at the source of the sound.

Yan Qing's hands were frozen like that. He didn't need to rub them with frostbite ointment a few times to dissolve the accumulated blood, so he wouldn't have to use knives or guns in the future!

Walking around to Yan Qing, Guo Jia took out the frostbite ointment from his arms, took Yan Qing's hand that held the gun before, and kneaded it while applying the medicine. The gun in the tiger's mouth cracked again due to the force.

She didn't stop either.

But just as she moved the dagger away from the flame, she faced Guo Jia's wrinkled face, and her hand paused.

The person leaning on her arm had a pale face, and his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but he still laughed and teased her, "This stupid look is not like our smart and capable Miss Guo who has a gap in her chest."

Forget about wound medicine and bandages, I guess those who march and fight are accustomed to carrying some of these things with them.

Seeing her looking at him, Guo Jia quickly put down the scissors and asked, "What can I help you with?"

For such a big wound, if the bleeding cannot be stopped, Yan Qing might not be able to survive the night!

Seeing that the medicine could not stop the bleeding, Hongzhuang simply threw away the medicine, took out a short knife from her sleeve, wiped it with a handkerchief, passed it through the water and walked over the fire again.

How many times does it take to tear it apart to leave so many scars of different shades in the same place?

The longest scar even extended to the wrist.

Even the newly opened openings, if you look closely, are also stacks of faults, showing that the injury here has been torn and frozen and then repeated the process.

In addition to the most severely torn tiger's mouth, her palms were also frayed.
Chapter completed!