Chu Qingge never expected that he would actually spend one night creating what she wanted.
Straight needle, round needle, triangle needle!
With these, you won't have to worry about not having tools to suture the wound in the future.
And the grinding equipment, my God! It’s exactly the same as what she drew on the drawing!
"Syringe!"
Chu Qingge was so excited that she almost fainted: "You...you are so amazing. How did you create this? I actually gave up!"
Mu Bai's eyes, which were still a little distant at first, became softer after seeing her unreserved surprise.
He said calmly: "It's the princess's ingenious design that allows me to break through myself."
If he didn't have the drawings, he wouldn't be able to build these tools.
I thought it was too detailed and complicated, but I thought, it turns out, it really works.
He himself was also surprised.
"Needle! You actually... you can actually make such a thin needle! It's terrible!"
This is ancient times!
Chu Qingge's blood rushed to his forehead.
How could needles appear in ancient times?
The thin silver needle is actually empty inside!
"Impossible! I drew it, I just...just wanted...It's impossible, you can't do it, you are a god, how could it be possible..."
Suddenly, her eyes darkened, and her already limp body suddenly fell down.
"Princess!" No one expected that the princess, who looked so excited just now, would actually fall down at her word.
Just like that, I fainted!
Lan Yu subconsciously supported her and was about to call for doctor.
Mu Bai said solemnly: "Princess, she has caught the cold."
"Mubai, do you know medical skills?"
"I understand a little bit." When Lan Yu and Qiao'er helped the princess into the car, he followed over, put a layer of gauze on the bed, and felt the princess's pulse.
The eyebrows slowly wrinkled: "The princess was injured before. Now, the wound may not heal well. Coupled with the external cold and fever... the princess must take medicine and have a good rest."
Looking at Qiao'er again, he said: "Is there any medicinal materials in the army?"
"Yes, there are accompanying doctors and medicine trucks behind our motorcade."
"I'm going to..." Mu Bai's eyes flashed across something.
He looked back and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Here, there is ready-made good medicine!"
...It was noon, and Feng Liye was having a meal with Chu Weiyun under the temporary awning.
Feng Zao had been waiting outside the pergola and had been lingering for quite a while.
Obviously I have something to report.
Chu Weiyun's face turned gloomy and she suddenly put down her chopsticks.
"Princess, you have only eaten this little, can you have some more?" Rou'er coaxed in a low voice.
Chu Weiyun shook her head and said nothing.
Rou'er could only turn to Feng Liye, not daring to get close, and whispered from afar: "Your Majesty, you... please advise the princess!"
Feng Liye's indifferent gaze fell on Chu Weiyun's face.
But in the end, he just took it back calmly: "Prepare some things for the princess to eat on the way."
Rou'er bit her lower lip, wanting to say something.
But the prince's face is as cold as water and he is so indifferent, who dares to say anything?
She could only say softly: "Yes."
Not long after, Feng Liye also put down his chopsticks and stood up.
"Brother Ye, where are you going?" Seeing that he was leaving, Chu Weiyun seemed to be frightened, and her hands began to tremble again.
Feng Liye noticed the gauze on her wrist.
After she woke up last night, she wanted to die and even took a knife to cut her wrist.
Although the cut was not deep, a lot of blood was shed.
When she thought of her debt to her, Feng Liye's expression softened slightly: "Inspection."
