There is a large wooden barrel in the inner room, steaming out, the water is light yellow, and the room has a strong smell of herbs.
The old woman carefully inspected the wound, and found that the clothes and flesh were stuck together. "Fortunately, the sword was deflected, otherwise it would be useless even if you had ten lives..."
"Come here," the old woman called Yu Chen, and said with a solemn face: "It depends on you whether her life can be saved now. Although the sword passed through the shoulder, it is not far from the heart. Once the artery is cut,
… Even nerves can’t save her.”
"This...this I..." Yu Chen was used to operating machines, but now he was asked to get the sword, and what the old woman said made Yu Chen even more nervous.
"What are you afraid of! Men need to be braver," the old woman leaned close to Yu Chen's ear and said with a smile: "I can see that this girl still likes you very much. If you..."
The old woman didn't finish her words, but young people today will understand after just a few clicks.
"Okay, let me try"
Yu Chen slowly stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, with large beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead. Seeing Siyan's slightly opened eyes and pale lips, his heart was pounding even more, and he felt his hands trembling tomorrow.
"Hold it tightly, and then pull it out quickly. I will help her bandage the wound in time..." The old woman was teaching Yu Chen the method. She believed that Yu Chen could do it.
Siyan sat on the ground, the sword had to be pulled out, and then it had to be soaked in a potion bucket after being bandaged.
"Do you know why I hate you so much?" Siyan smiled faintly, "Because - you are too rude."
Yu Chen saw her pale smile, which was just a mockery of himself. It turned out that this was the fundamental reason why she hated him. Being called a scholar by a woman was a shame for a man.
"I tell you...I am not a scholar!" Yu Chen told Siyan solemnly
Siyan tried her best to smile, with disdain in her eyes.
"I'm not!"
ah……
Siyan screamed in pain
Yu Chen said loudly, and with a push of his hand, the sword was quickly pulled out, and it flew away with blood.
Some blood spurted onto Yu Chen's face. Yu Chen held the sword in his hand and sat on the ground panting, his eyes a little dull.
"Silly boy, what are you doing sitting there? Come quickly and help me support her," the old woman shouted hurriedly.
She needs someone to support her, and she must quickly bandage Siyan's wound, otherwise she will lose too much blood.