Chapter 41 The murderous Yuyulou Heavenly Killer 17
Chapter 41 The murderous Xingyulou Tiansha (17)
Nan Xian doesn’t know much about pharmacology.
It was a bit confusing to deal with the wound.
The wounds on the young man's body were numerous and messy, and the bones could be seen deep. Nan Xian took the simple sterilized scissors, started from the back, cleaned the wounds, applied medicine and bandages, and wrapped the shocking wounds one by one with gauze.
While doing this, Guangyin remained silent, like a porcelain doll at her mercy.
Half an hour later, Nan Xian nervously dealt with the vicious wounds on the young man's upper body. He exhaled and his long eyelashes trembled: "If it hurts, tell me. Don't say anything."
"Um."
"It doesn't hurt."
Nan Xian rolled her eyes at him, pursed her lips, and hesitated while holding the porcelain bottle.
Guangyin kept looking at her, followed her gaze to his blood-stained trousers, thought of something, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Sister Xian, don't be afraid, just take responsibility after looking at my brother's body."
"You have a beautiful idea!" Nan Xian's lips twitched.
Dye the fabric with hot water, cut a gap with scissors, and gently uncover it with your hands.
"ah--"
The boy's suppressed cry made Nan Xian's hands tremble: "Did it hurt you?"
His movements became lighter.
Guangyin looked at her concentrated movements, and couldn't help but curve the corners of his mouth. He narrowed his gleaming peach blossom eyes and greedily scratched every inch of the girl's eyebrows: "Sister Xian..."
He shouted tenderly and tenderly.
Nan Xian ignored it.
"uh-huh!"
The young man groaned, his whole body began to convulse violently, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. The red and sticky blood slid down the corners of his mouth, making his face even more pale.
Nan Xian was frightened, thinking that she had done something wrong or used the wrong medicine: "What's wrong with you? You..."
Before she finished speaking, the young man suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her down, like a beast in the abyss biting a strange and rare treasure, his eyes sparkling strangely.
Nan Xian was caught off guard and leaned forward.
To outsiders, he looks like a frivolous young man who takes advantage of the opportunity.
However, there was no trace of panic on the young man's face. His sultry peach blossom eyes were filled with the chirping of birds and flowers, and he was eagerly, excitedly, expectantly and devoutly waiting for the kiss that was about to fall.
Warm and moist lips fell on his forehead.
It was like a feather tickling his heart, Guang Yin's heart palpitating.
The soul is like growing transparent butterfly wings, fluttering and flying.
Her soft breasts pressed tightly against the boy's strong chest, and when she felt the slow and steady heartbeat of the person beneath her, Nan Xian's eyes widened, and she hurriedly climbed down from the bed, her cheeks flushed with anger.
"What are you dragging me for?"
The moonlight poured down, accompanied by the bright candles in the room, illuminating the sweet and contented smile on the boy's lips.
Nan Xian seemed to understand something in an instant, and threw the scissors on the small table in anger.
Ignoring the wounds on the young man's upper body caused by the action just now, he looked at the gauze stained red with blood again and gritted his teeth: "You did it on purpose!"
"What good will it do to you to open the wound?"
The warm feeling on his forehead seemed to be spreading, the tips of Guangyin's ears were slightly red, but his peach blossom eyes were indifferent and casual, and his tone was so innocent.
"Sister Xian, you misunderstood me. I was in too much pain just now and wanted to grab something."
There was still blood on the corner of the young man's mouth. If he hadn't just seen the smile on his mouth, Nan Xian would have almost believed it!
With a stern look on her face, she turned around and left.
His hand was firmly grasped.
"Ahhhh, it hurts!!!"
"It hurts so much, sister Xian, please help me!"
The boy suddenly started to writhe on the bed like a dehydrated fish. As he moved, the gauze that had been bandaged before was quickly soaked with blood.
Nan Xian's head ached when he saw it.
He immediately stretched out his hand and held down the wrist of the errant person: "Do you want to die?"
Does this person really not know pain?
There were so many wounds, her hands were shaking when she tore his clothes, and just looking at these wounds was shocking. However, when the skin and flesh were attached to the cloth and they were taken off, she didn't even blink, let alone shed tears in pain.
After struggling for most of the night, I finally finished treating and bandaging all the wounds.
Nan Xian took out a basin of blood water and the blood-colored gauze that had been replaced. He briefly washed away the sweat caused by his intense concentration, and then went back to his wing to change into a set of clothes.
At the end of Yinshi, the sky turned slightly white.
Nan Xian put his hand on Guangyin's forehead to make sure that he was not overheated due to the injury, and breathed a sigh of relief.
No wonder you don’t take your own body seriously. How can a normal person avoid infection and fever if he suffers such a serious injury and does not have professional medical equipment for disinfection and sterilization?
I walked into the kitchen and made two simple pancakes and rolls, and cooked half a pot of apple and millet porridge.
Today is already the sixteenth day, Can Ye still hasn't come back, she can't stay in Xingyu Tower any longer.
On the Arhat bed by the window, the young man tilted his head and leaned against the wall, watching the girl carrying a tray walking under the peach tree, her lips, which were slightly pale after losing blood, moved slightly, giving a quiet smile.
"Sister Xian, have you taken care of Ye like this before?"
The boy obediently opened his mouth to take the extended spoon, a hint of darkness flashed in the depths of his smiling eyes.
Nan Xian glared at him, took another mouthful of porridge and handed it over: "When will you be able to close your mouth?"
Guangyin's mouth curved, he thought about it seriously, and said nonchalantly: "When I die."
Facing her, he always wanted to tease her and attract her attention.
Sister Xian is so cute when she is angry, when she laughs, when she is cooking, when she is chopping firewood, when she is secretly practicing martial arts, when she is secretly picking peach blossoms in the yard, when she is eating, and when she is in a daze!
Nan Xian choked, put the spoon to his lips, and touched it harshly: "Can you eat it quickly?"
"It's too hot." The young man twitched his eyelashes innocently.
What a troublemaker!
While Nan Xian was disgusted, he put the spoon next to the window and let the wind blow it.
Pass it over again.
The young man drank a bowl slowly, then looked at Nan Xian's half-eaten bowl, his peach-blossom eyes bursting with irresistible pity: "Sister Xian, I still want to eat."
This is the first time he has eaten the porridge she made.
It turns out that Ye eats such good food every day, but refuses to give him even a single cent.
Such a kind sister, he actually brought her back to Xingyu Tower to make a blood cauldron for Sansheng to practice!
"I've eaten this bowl, and I'll serve you another bowl!"
Nan Xian stood up, feeling a little weird. He frowned and said, "Don't drink too much porridge, otherwise what will happen to you when you urinate later?"
Guangyin was amused by her concerns, suppressing the upward curve of the corners of his mouth, and looking straight at her: "Sister Xian, the food in the pot is too hot, your bowl is just right, and...can't waste it."
Nan Xian suddenly recalled the scene in his memory of a boy riding as a horse for a candy haws.
After standing up, he sat back down, took a spoonful of the porridge in his bowl, and looked up at him: "You don't mind it? I drank it before?"