Yang Miao pulled his red lips.

When she didn't ask.

Shen Qingci untied his clothes. In fact, there was no need to see. She also knew how serious her injury was. She was injured by a sharp weapon, and then she just applied some hemostatic herbs, and the blood stopped, but she was infected with the injury.

"I want to remove the hemostatic grass and wash your wounds with medicine. Are you sure you can hold it back?"

Yang Miao lifted the chair on the side and then shook it, "Do you want me to knock you out?"

"No," Shen Qingci turned his face and looked at his bloody wounds. He had suffered even the pain of the broken bowl in his previous life, not to mention these flesh and blood injuries.

If you hurt, you will pass.

Now that I can't bear it, it will hurt even more in the future, and she is unwilling to let such pain be followed by her in the future.

"Let's start," Shen Qingci smiled, as if this body was not hers.

Yang Miao washed his hands in the basin on the side, and then took the hemostatic grass that covered the wound. Every time she moved, it felt heart-wrenching pain, but Shen Qingci was like ignorance. If Yang Miao had not felt the tension of her body muscles, she would have thought she really didn't know the pain.

Finally, Yang Miao took down the hemostatic grass. Fortunately, the hemostatic grass did not stick to the wound for too long, so it was very easy to take. If you drag it up again, it might have to grow with the flesh, which would be really painful like cutting the flesh.

"I'm going to help you clean the wound."

Yang Miao picked up a bottle of hot soybean wine, and after that, he poured it on Shen Qingci's wound.

When these potions were touched on the wound, a drop of cold sweat on Shen Qingci's forehead also fell, but she still didn't make any noise.

He even poured himself a cup of tea, put it in front of him, and started drinking it sipped.

When the wound is washed, you can see blood seeping out of the wound again.

"You need to sew it."

Yang Miao took out the needle and thread. The needle and thread were made specially. The thread was made of sheep intestines and would not grow on its own, so there was no need to worry too much.

“Eat it.”

Yang Miao took out a medicine and placed it in front of Shen Qingci.

"What's this?"

Shen Qingci looked at the medicine in his palm

"Disguilt."

Yang Mian had already pierced the needle and was waiting for Shen Qingci to take medicine.

"No need," Shen Qingci let go of his hand and put the medicine aside. If she talks about the medicine, her fragrance beads can be said to be the best in the world and is unattainable, but she still never thought about using the medicine.

She must remain absolutely sober, she must keep everything here, and her daughter, and she must not think without thinking at any time.

Yang Sha put the medicine back into the medicine bottle, and then took out a cotton towel.

"Bit it."

"Thanks."

Shen Qingci bit the cotton towel and felt the pain of the needle piercing into his flesh from time to time. Only he could know the pain, only he could tolerate the pain, only he could tolerate the pain, and his own pain.

The cold sweat on her forehead fell down drop by drop, and the clothes she was wearing were almost wet.

It was not until Yang Miao wrapped the clean cotton cloth around her wound that she opened her eyes, but she had already lost half her life, and her hair was even more touching on her face on the first floor.

Shen Qingci trembled and poured himself a cup of tea, but his fingers were shaking, and even a cup of tea could not be picked up.

It hurts a little, and it's enough to hurt once.

It hurts a little, and it will be remembered once.

"I'll prescribe some medicine for you and take it for a few days."

Yang Miao packed up his things and stood up as well.

Shen Qingci nodded lightly, then kept looking at the cup on the table. A faint drop of water seemed to be hidden above his slightly drooping eyelashes.

Uncle Fang asked Fang Yu to follow Yang Miao and took the medicine back.

It was Aunt Fang who prepared the medicine and brought it to Shen Qingci, and Shen Qingci was just watching the fruit on the edge of the collapse.

"Miss, the medicine is ready."

Aunt Fang always called Shen Qingci a girl. Who made Shen Qingci's face so tender. No matter where it was, she was like a 14 or 15-year-old girl. Even if time passed, she still had no change at all.

Shen Qingci raised his face, a pretty face, a pair of clear eyes, a slightly raised red lips, and a sigh hidden between his lips.

She picked up the medicine bowl and drank the medicine in one breath. The medicine was bitter but sad.

She put down the bowl, walked back, and then sat in the collapsed room, still holding her daughter's little hand. Fortunately, you are there, it's okay...

As for that fake, it won't be too long.

"Will mom help you get revenge?"

She murmured to herself, and also clasped her daughter's small hands tightly.

At this time, she didn't know that a carriage was also coming towards the capital. In the sky outside, a golden eagle hovered above the carriage, and in front of the carriage was a little fox the size of a palm was running.

"Young Master, do you think this fox really leads the way?"

Changqing remembered that they had been running around in the southeast, northwest and north this year, and had searched for all the places and followed the fox, but the fox seemed to always lead them into the ditch. He was walking well in front, but he changed the direction again. After a year, they had walked through too many places. Even Bai Chu and Bai Tao were a little short of it and had to walk around, because the fox kept taking them around in circles.

So he really doesn't expect this fox to lead the way now.

Eighty percent of them are cheating on food and drink.

Luo Hengli put down the book in his hand, his fingers with clear bones also held up the tea cup in his hand.

"It's not that I can't find it every year, maybe... we are just one step late."

Luo Henglu opened the curtain and looked at the little fox running ahead. At this time, every year, he ran the most happily.

The snow fox is good at finding treasures and is also good at finding people's aura. If anyone else in this world can find her, it may be possible.

At least they are not looking for needles in a haystack, and they can still have a direction, whether it is right or wrong, they can only believe it.

The carriage continued to move forward, Shen Qingci didn't know, and they didn't know that this road was actually the same road that Shen Qingci took.

They have indeed found it, and maybe they always miss it, as Luo Hengli said, but sometimes they miss it for a while, and when they meet, they have already seen vicissitudes.

Yang Miao untied the cotton cloth on Shen Qingci's shoulder. This was her third time coming. It was unexpected. Shen Qingci's injury seemed to have recovered too quickly.

"This is the last time I change the dressing."
Chapter completed!