Chu Qingwan was not a timid person. She had a very open-minded attitude towards life and death. Not one or two patients had lost their lives in her hands due to ineffective medicines and stones. She had never been afraid.
However, when she thought that if she was not careful, Mo Jingyu's life would be in danger, she couldn't help but feel palpitations. It was a kind of panic that had nothing to do with power, and it was different from worries about family ties.
Chu Qingwan had never had such an experience, and she couldn't think about it at the moment, so she felt a little irritated for no apparent reason. But Mo Jingyu calmed down her messy thoughts with just a few words.
She licked her dry lips and said in a low but loud voice, "I won't let anything happen to you."
Mo Jingyu's face was pale, and his eyes were full of encouragement, as if she was the one who was seriously injured and needed treatment.
Chu Qingwan asked Lin Yu to help him sit up, while she knelt in front of him, carefully cutting open the flesh with a thin blade, revealing the sharp head of the crossbow.
The cotton thread passed through the wine and several strands were twisted into one. Chu Qingwan tied a knot deftly, tied the arrow, and stared attentively: "I'm going to pull it out."
Mo Jingyu hummed a single note and trusted her with all his heart.
Chu Qingwan inhaled slightly, grabbed the cotton thread and pulled hard, then the short crossbow arrow was pulled away from Mo Jingyu's left chest, and blood suddenly surged out like a spring.
She took the cloth with the hemostatic medicine in her backhand and pressed it hard on the wound.
Mo Jingyu endured silence, and big beads of sweat rolled down the back of Chu Qingwan's hands. She shrank as if she had been burned, and looked down at the wound.
After a while, the hemostatic medicine took effect. Chu Qingwan slowly removed his hand, applied another layer of wound medicine, and then bandaged him.
Clean strips of cloth passed through her fingertips, covering the shocking injuries bit by bit. When her hands were wrapped around the back, she was very close, and the fragrance of her body replaced the smell of blood, lingering lightly on the tip of her nose.
Mo Jingyu stared at her seriously, and he didn't even feel the pain from the injury that had bled so much.
"Okay." Chu Qingwan finished the last step and breathed a sigh of relief, and habitually warned, "Don't get water on the wound, change the dressing on time, avoid spicy food..."
Halfway through, she suddenly thought that she was always by his side, so she could just help him think about it, there was no need to waste words.
Mo Jingyu was extremely well-behaved at the moment: "Okay, whatever Wanwan says, it will be whatever it is."
Chu Qingwan got out of the bed, helped him lie down, and then turned around to wash his hands. When he turned back, he still tried to keep his eyes open, and his eyes followed hers.
Chu Qingwan went back to the bed and tucked him in: "Close your eyes and rest."
Mo Jingyu asked softly: "Will you stay with me Wanwan?"
Chu Qingwan wanted to say no, but when she met his expectant eyes, her refusal turned into: "Okay."
Mo Jingyu's mouth flashed with pleasure, but his eyebrows twisted: "Wanwan, I have a headache."
Chu Qingwan gently pressed his temples.
Perhaps the weak Mo Jingyu was really not aggressive, so Chu Qingwan pressed her and joked: "Ajing, were you so clingy when you were injured before?"
Mo Jingyu closed his eyes and groaned, but did not answer.
Chu Qingwan laughed: "Not only is she clingy, but she is also squeamish."
Mo Jingyu raised his eyes to look at her, his expression speechless, and Lin Yu next to him was also speechless for a while.
Clingy? Squeamish? Is this really his prince?
Lin Yu still remembered that in a certain battle, his prince was also hit by a barbed arrow. At that time, the fighter plane was suitable for pursuit. Without saying a word, his prince cut off the arrow tail with his backhand and retreated hundreds of miles from the enemy.
After that, the military doctor removed the arrow and treated his injury. He didn't even frown and continued to deal with military affairs despite his injury.
However, at this moment, his prince held the hand of Divine Doctor Chu and groaned, looking like he could not bear the pain.
Lin Yu couldn't help but wonder, was this really the master he had followed for many years?