Chapter 192: I will guard your country for you [4]
Zhilan.
I will protect your country for you!
Definitely, keep it for you!
[I am the dividing line between the powerful Zi'er]
Huanxiu Villa, Jinxiu Pavilion.
The graceful silk gauze hangs low, covering up the strong medicinal smell in the Jinxiu Pavilion. The sunlight shines into the room in an irregular manner, but most of it is blocked by the layers of gauze, leaving only a soft splendor.
After Feng Yu inspected Mo Zhilan's injuries, he pulled out the silver needles from his body.
"How is he doing?" Feng Xizi asked impatiently. She stood by the bed with anxious eyes.
Feng Yu didn't answer, frowned, and opened the cotton cloth on his back.
There was a bone-deep sword wound from his shoulder to his waist. It had been seven days. Instead of scabbing, the wound was still oozing blood.
"The sword wound on his back was very deep and cut off his blood vessels. He lost too much blood. If he hadn't had deep internal strength and a strong foundation, he might have been unable to hold on. Although the bleeding has been stopped, the wound cannot be scabbed.
, If this continues, it is very likely..." Feng Yu did not continue, but took the medicine bottle beside the bed and sprinkled it evenly on his back.
Feng Xizi sat beside the bed, holding Mo Zhilan's hand. The slender white fingers lost their warmth and became freezing. She felt a pain in her heart and held it tighter.
"Fourth brother, if you want to save him, you must save him."
"Little sister, life or death is a matter of fate. If you can't force it, even if I try my best, I may not be able to survive it." After wrapping the wound, Feng Yu sighed.
"No, you must save him no matter what method you use." Feng Xizi slowly raised his head, and in the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be flames beating, especially shining, "Fourth brother, I won't allow him to die.
, let alone him die for me."
Her voice was very soft, and her plain white face looked extremely firm.
Such an expression made Feng Yu tremble, and he began to wonder, if Mo Zhilan really farted, would his little sister rush into the Hall of Hell to fight with the King of Hell?
"Forget it, forget it, I'm afraid of you - little sister, you saved the world for him, and you are heartbroken for him. I just hope that this guy won't make you sad again."
Feng Yu stared at Mo Zhilan on the bed, reluctantly taking out the small jade bottle from his arms.
With an expression that was more painful than digging out his flesh and drinking his blood, he poured one out of it - this was made by exhausting all the rare treasures that the Feng family could find. Every one of them was extremely precious, damn Mo Zhi.
Lan, when he wakes up, he must settle "this account" with him.
Taking the pill, Feng Xizi didn't think about it at all, held it in her mouth, lowered her head and fed it into Mo Zhilan's mouth.
Then, when he raised his eyes, he began to look at Feng Yu with a complicated look... Well, it was the small bottle in his hand.
"..."
Feng Yu met his sister's eyes and suddenly shouted, "Don't push yourself too far! Two can already save him, I guarantee he won't die!"
Feng Xizi said nothing, but raised her eyebrows and looked at Feng Yu.
"..."
Feng Yu's actions in protecting the bottle were more exaggerated than protecting his life, and he almost knelt down, "Little sister, please let Fourth Brother go, this is life-saving medicine!"
It's just because she's so sure this medicine can save her life that she's keeping an eye on it, right?
Seven days ago, Mo Zhilan relied on just this one to keep him alive.
Now that Mo Zhilan has eaten another one, the fourth brother can guarantee that he will not die.
If he takes another one... maybe he can wake up right away!