"Mei Niang, please help me heal my wounds." She ordered calmly, as if she was facing just an ordinary servant, with a lazy look in her eyes.
Mei Niang, who has met countless people and is used to seeing the world, has to admire this calmness and calmness.
But he still snorted at her contempt.
Naturally, it is impossible to give her pills to make her feel better quickly. Let her wait for a few days and slowly let her know that she has the final say here!
"I have invited the doctor to come and show you in a moment." Mei Niang waved her hand and ordered several maids to help her up and "take her to change into clean clothes."
Hua Xi did not resist and followed obediently.
The maid brought clean clothes and slowly took off her clothes. When she saw the wound on her back, she was so frightened that she covered her face and did not dare to look.
Hua Xi said calmly: "I'll do it myself. Get me a basin of hot water and I'll clean the wound."
There was probably some kind of intimidation in the voice, so the maid did not dare to neglect, and immediately fetched water, and then stood aside with her head lowered, really not daring to look at the bloody scene.
Hua Xi didn't care that anyone was there, just silently wiping the blood on her chest. Her hands were strangely flexible, and she could actually wipe them on her back.
It took three basins of water to wipe it clean, and she wrapped it around with gauze. She was startled when she saw the blood slowly seeping out of the gauze.
Did the Spirit-Removing Pill and even the Underworld Forbidden Technique be dispersed?
The wound did not heal automatically. It seemed that we could only rely on ordinary medicinal materials.
However, she is very lucky and her body is very strong due to practice. As long as the wound is not inflamed, there is no need to worry.
She put on the clothes prepared by the maid, a soft white dress with a blue ribbon tied loosely around her waist.
This is the look of a fireworks woman, frivolous, simple and effortless.
But when worn on her body, it has a different cool and glamorous temperament.
When she walked out, Mei Niang looked at her with more admiration.
Good seedling, really good seedling!
Hua Xi sat down without saying a word. When she saw the doctor carrying a medicine box next to her, the doctor was about to come over and take her pulse, but she raised her hand to stop him.
"The wound is a sword wound, one centimeter long. It bleeds too much. Please give me medicine to stop bleeding, prevent wind, detoxify and reduce inflammation. It can be taken internally or externally."
The doctor was stunned for a moment. Before he could say anything, he could only go and see Mei Niang.
"Do as she says." Mei Niang ordered, this woman really should not be underestimated.
Hua Xi stopped talking and sat attentively on the side, leaning on the chair. Her face was pale and it was painful to breathe.
Mei Niang turned to look at her: "When you come here, it's best to forget your past identity and name. Let me give you another name."
"Please feel free." Hua Xi said lightly. The name is just a code name. In the past few decades, she has used countless names.
"Woman, in front of a man, the most important thing is to maintain a sense of mystery, so that he can't see through it, guess it, can't help himself, can't extricate himself, how about you call it Xuanqing?"
Hua Xi glanced at her, a flash of surprise flashed across her eyes, but then it disappeared.
"Xuanqing, what a good name."
She had used so many pseudonyms, even Hua Xi was a pseudonym, but she didn't expect that after going round and round, she would still be back to the beginning.
Lu Xuanqing, Lu Tianqing.
My mother once said: "Xuanqing, you were born extraordinary and different from others, but Tianqing is just an ordinary girl. I gave you similar names in the hope that no matter what happens in the future, you can find each other."
