Chu Qingwan moved very quickly. The moment the bandit entered the house, he stood up and subconsciously pulled Mo Jingyu behind him in an attempt to protect him.
But Mo Jingyu is faster than her.
He heard the rapid sound of arrows piercing the air, and with no weapon at hand to resist, he had no choice but to pull the person into his arms, but unexpectedly the other person had the same idea.
In shock, Mo Jingyu used his inner strength and hugged the person with much greater strength than she did. The sharp arrow that he had no time to avoid penetrated Chu Qingwan's right chest, and blood spattered Chu Qingwan's face.
The hot temperature quickly cooled down on her face, and she suddenly widened her eyes and froze on the spot.
Mo Jingyu's strong arms hugged her tightly, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead due to the pain, and his deep voice was full of worry and concern: "Wanwan, are you okay?"
Chu Qingwan woke up as if from a dream. She reached out to cover his wound. She felt a sticky hand and retracted it. She was a little at a loss: "I'm fine, are you okay? Does it hurt?"
The blood on Mo Jingyu's lips faded visibly to the naked eye. He shook his head weakly: "It's nothing."
Chu Qingwan's heart was tightened: "Don't be afraid, I will help you stop the bleeding. No, I have to help you pull out the arrow first..."
She talked to herself, slowly calming down in her constant chatter.
At the same time, the secret guards subdued the bandits who broke into the house, intending to keep one or two alive for interrogation, but at the moment of defeat, they bit out the poison sacs hidden in their teeth and committed suicide.
Lin Yu's expression immediately changed.
Ordinary bandits would not choose such a decisive method. These people are not bandits, they are dead soldiers!
He immediately made a decision and ordered his secret guards to search for any clues around him. Then he knelt down in front of the bed with his head lowered and said, "If you fail to protect your master, I will be punished by my loving master."
Mo Jingyu ignored him, sweatdrops falling heavily.
Chu Qingwan looked tense: "Let's talk about asking for forgiveness. Go get hemostatic medicine, clean cloth, scissors, boil some hot water, and work quickly."
When she was in Kyoto, Mo Jingyu said that this journey was dangerous, so in addition to what he needed, she also brought a lot of wound medicine and daily necessities in case of emergencies.
Everything was in the carriage, and Lin Yu quickly fetched it.
Chu Qingwan picked up the scissors, cut Mo Jingyu's clothes along the place where the arrow penetrated, and took them off.
Some of the blood was absorbed by his clothes, but his muscular chest was still dyed bright red, and the dazzling color snaked all the way to his beautifully shaped abdominal muscles, which was shocking.
Chu Qingwan's hands shook, and her lips tightened suddenly.
Lin Yu picked up two arrows that fell on the ground, glanced at them briefly, and immediately said with a sinking face: "Madam, there are barbs on the arrows."
The arrows are shot very finely, and each one is attached to the arrow. Once it hits the target, it will bite the flesh and blood, and trying to pull it out will only make things worse.
Chu Qingwan stared at the wound on Mo Jingyu's chest that was still bleeding, with a terrifying expression on his face.
After a long while, she said: "Get some strong thread and pull it out from the front."
Lin Yu was surprised: "What do you mean, madam?"
Chu Qingwan tried to be as calm as possible: "Pull it out from behind. The barbs will bring out blood and flesh, aggravate the internal injuries, and easily lead to inflammation and infection. Cut the flesh and pull it out from the front, which is less risky."
Lin Yu understood what she was talking about, but the conditions here were limited, and the angle of the arrow was extremely tricky. If he accidentally hurt his heart...
Lin Yu didn't dare to think about it.
Chu Qingwan didn't give him much time to hesitate, and called Yanran over him: "Prepare the tools."
Yanran lit the candle quickly, took out the usual thin knife and passed it over the flame, then asked the uncle who was almost stunned after being woken up for a drink, and stood aside to wait.
Chu Qingwan took the thin blade she handed over and raised her eyes to meet Mo Jingyu's eyes: "The numbness will not dissipate, please bear with it."
She changed the angle of holding the thin blade several times, and her anxiety was clearly exposed.
Mo Jingyu reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and caressed the side of her face: "Wanwan, don't be afraid."