Are the Han people really that important? Arnold asked himself, the tears that had just stopped falling down again. She is a Han person, but she has been living with them for so many years. She speaks Mongolian and eats Mongolian food.
food. Although she is a Han Chinese, no one knows about it on the surface.
Brother Hu's body stiffened, and he stared blankly at Zhenjin leaving his sight. "Amul, no matter whether you are Han or not, to me you will always be my Amul." His voice was trembling, dignified.
The iron-blooded man was a little scared at this time. He had taken good care of the woman in his arms for ten years. Although her eyes were never on him, he was still willing to protect her silently.
Hu Gechi carried Anuo back to the palace and carefully placed her on his bed. The clothes on his back were stained with blood, and the torn skin made his eyes red. "Amul, don't move," he said.
I'll give you medicine."
Wu Enqi had already prepared gold sore medicine, bandages, cotton cloth and scissors, along with a bottle of strong wine. He silently put the things beside the bed, lowered his head and left the room.
Hu Gechi's Adam's apple rolled twice, and he stretched out his hand to soak the white cotton cloth with strong alcohol. "Amul, I will cut your clothes for you." He thought for a while and said again.
"Yeah." Arnold responded softly. It was already this time, and she didn't care whether she saw the light or not. For her, today was already very bad.
Hu Gechi put the cotton soaked in liquor back on the tray and picked up a pair of small scissors from the tray. His hands trembled a little and he took a deep breath before they calmed down. In the past, when fighting on the battlefield, heads fell to the ground.
, he wouldn’t even blink when there were corpses everywhere, but now he was starting to get scared when faced with several whip wounds.
"It's okay, just do it!" Arnold's brows furrowed tightly, and blood flowed from her lips. The strong smell of rust made her brain dizzy, but her back felt less painful.
Brother Hu took the scissors with his bare hands and cut off the torn clothes bit by bit. Because it was summer, he didn't wear much clothes, but because of this, the clothes would stick to the wound when the blood solidified. He put the scissors
Put it down, take the strong liquor and melt the blood clots little by little, and carefully tear off all the clothes.
There were several ferocious whip marks on the snow-white and delicate back, and the wounds were bleeding outwards. Hu Gechi couldn't bear to close his eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye. He quickly wiped away the tears and continued bit by bit.
Wiping Arnold's wound. The handsome face showed rare seriousness, and the ruthless face also showed caution.
"It might hurt a little, please bear with it." Hu Gechi said softly, as if he was comforting an injured animal. He took another piece of cotton cloth and soaked it in the strong wine, then grabbed the bottle and poured the wine into it.
Arnold's back.
The burning pain made A Nuo couldn't help but cry out, and her delicate little face wrinkled up. "It hurts, Hu Gechi, it hurts."
"It'll be fine soon." He quickly took the golden sore medicine and sprinkled it on the wound, and then wiped a circle around the wound with a cotton cloth soaked in wine. "Can you sit up?"
"Yeah." Arnold responded softly and sat up with his back on his back.
Brother Hu took the bandage with his bare hands and wrapped it little by little. His fingertips would occasionally touch the two newly swollen buns. A layer of pink gradually appeared on his cold face, and his breathing became heavier.