It was just because he was so strong that even when he took his pulse, he didn't realize that he was on the verge of fainting.
Chu Qianli's heart suddenly hurt again.
"I'll help you over, just...be patient."
Putting Feng Yexuan's arm on his shoulders, Chu Qianli tried hard to help him up.
It was really difficult, and it was heavier than she imagined, which showed how strong those muscles were.
But he was really tired, even Chu Qianli could feel it, and he was trying hard to cooperate.
It's just that I don't have much strength.
With great difficulty, he helped Feng Yexuan onto the blanket. He immediately fell down and closed his eyes as if he was deflated.
"Your Majesty..."
"Does this king have no name?" Although he still vomited blood when he spoke, he still answered willfully.
Chu Qianli hurriedly said: "Ye Xuan, you don't have to answer me, I just want to talk to you."
He was quiet.
Ye Xuan's call made him calm down.
Really tired.
Chu Qianli took out the silver needle and placed her hand on his clothes: "Ye Xuan, I may... need to take off your clothes, don't mind."
"What part of my body have you not seen?"
"Stop talking, you're going to vomit blood again!" Chu Qianli blushed and glared at him.
Sure enough, I saw a wisp of blood spilling from the corner of his lips.
This guy!
She quickly took out the paper towel she bought, wiped his blood, and then pulled his clothes open.
It's still that familiar body with scars all over it.
But today, this body has a black palm print on its chest.
King He's skill is extraordinary, he can even hurt someone like Prince Xuan!
Feeling her warm fingertips falling on the injured area, although Feng Yexuan did not open his eyes, he could not help but frown slightly.
"Do you think he can live better than me?" He looked unconvinced!
How could his woman think about how powerful other men are when she is by his side?
Feng Qihe's injuries were no less serious than him! That guy might have fainted now.
I don’t know if I will live to see the sun tomorrow.
If he really couldn't see it, he could only blame himself for being too fragile.
As the emperor's younger brother, when he took action just now, he had already retained three successes.
It’s a complete act of benevolence and righteousness!
Otherwise, how could he be injured like this!
Above his head, a woman let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh.
We have come to this point, and we still have to fight for the first place! Is a man’s face so important?
"Stop talking." Chu Qianli took out the silver needle and moved it up and down, placing the needle with absolute speed and accuracy.
As soon as the silver needle fell, Feng Yexuan felt that the blood in his chest seemed to be somewhat relieved.
But once he relaxes, his consciousness becomes even weaker.
"This king..."
"I know. You can sleep for a while. I won't leave. I will guard you and stop talking."
Chu Qianli took out another tissue and wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corners of his lips.
He was still vomiting blood. He was injured so badly and he didn't know how to rest well. He had to speak.
He was truly the most proud and stubborn man she had ever seen.
But, it's a little bit silly.
After setting up the bracket and hooking up the water pump, Chu Qianli took out the tent and set it up alone.
After about half an hour, the world gradually became warmer.
The silver needle that landed on Feng Yexuan's chest has been withdrawn. At this time, he was covered with a quilt, hanging the needle water, and had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Chu Qianli sat next to him, looking at his still pale face.
Even King Xuan was injured like this. King He, what is the situation now?
