Chapter 697 Knowing that she was going to kill her
Long Yan was moved, he knew how powerful Feng Jiu was.
However, at this time, he still did not dare to let her in rashly.
"When you go in, you admit that you...recognize him." His voice was a bit deep, and he was struggling fiercely in his heart: "In this case, you may...your life is not guaranteed."
"But if I don't go in, his hand will definitely be lost!"
Feng Jiu took a step forward, but Long Yan was afraid that she would bump into him, so he immediately stepped back.
No matter what, Feng Jiu is not a gentleman. She is a girl. Men and women are not close to each other. How can their bodies collide?
But Feng Jiu continued to move forward, as if she bumped into him deliberately.
"Sir, you...don't blame me for being rude if you do this again!" Even though Long Yan said this, she was forcing him to back away.
Feng Jiu suddenly quickened her pace and bumped directly into his chest, almost falling into his arms.
Long Yan was really defeated by her. He had never seen such a stubborn little girl.
He stepped aside and finally gave her the road ahead.
Feng Jiu didn't even think about it and immediately rushed to the door.
The two guards wanted to stop him, but Long Yan waved his hand and chased after him.
"Sir, you really need to think clearly. If...if you admit it, I won't even be able to protect you."
"Why are you so nice to me?" Feng Jiu didn't even look back. She knew where Lan Yue lived, so after entering the door, she ran towards Mr. Lan Yue's residence as fast as she could.
"He is your master. If I exchange my life for his hand, what is there for you to hesitate about?"
Long Yan was really confused by her question.
One is just an outsider who has met a few times, and the other is the master he has followed for many years. Which one is more important, what else is there to worry about?
It’s just that I can’t bear to see her die here. She is still so young, only sixteen or seventeen years old…
In the blink of an eye, Feng Jiu had already broken into Lan Yue's house and pushed open Lan Yue's door.
In addition to Lan Yue, there was also a doctor from the villa in the room.
Lan Yue didn't even have time to change into her night clothes, her wrist was still bleeding, and there was nothing she could do except bandage him.
"You..." Feng Jiu's intrusion made Lan Yue's face darken, and her eyes suddenly revealed murderous intent.
His night clothes, his injured wrist, and the way they looked at each other tonight... this girl really saw it!
Assassinating the Holy Emperor was a grave crime that implicated the nine clans. Since she saw it, she couldn't stay!
Lan Yue's palm instantly condensed a powerful internal force.
Feng Jiu, however, seemed to be unaware, and walked over quickly, pushing the doctor away.
"He injured his hand tendon, what's the use of bandaging it like this? Even if the outer skin and flesh are healed, the tendons and veins will be completely destroyed!"
The internal force in Lan Yue's palm became stronger and stronger, and it was already strong enough to kill Feng Jiu with one move.
"Manager!" Long Yan, who was chasing after him, was sweating profusely. As expected, the manor owner already wanted to kill Feng Jiu. He was also anxious to death. Should he save Feng Jiu?
"You go out first!" Long Yan waved his hand. The doctor hesitated and immediately exited the door.
Feng Jiu put down the medicine box she carried with her. She knew that Lan Yue's palm was full of energy, but she didn't even have the slightest precaution. She pulled over a chair and sat down by the bed.
The door was wide open, and she was defenseless. With Lan Yue's skill, she could definitely kill her with one palm.
"I'm here to heal your injury." She went to hold Lan Yue's injured hand.
Lan Yue's other big palm has already been raised, and the coldness in his eyes is enough to scare anyone to death.
But Feng Jiu just raised her head, stared at his raised hand, and softly called: "Uncle."
Uncle! She called him uncle!
So soft, so gentle, so...full of admiration.
Lan Yue didn't know when she became so easy-hearted, but after feeling so sad, she couldn't let go of this palm no matter what.
Feng Jiu took the opportunity to hold his injured right hand and said urgently: "Uncle, your tendons are injured and you must undergo surgery to connect them immediately. If it takes too long, even I will be unable to do anything."
Lan Yue said nothing and wanted to take back her injured hand. Long Yan also became anxious and said softly: "Master, let her try it first, otherwise, the master's hand may really be completely destroyed!"
Lan Yue still didn't speak, but the hand he raised was really angry.
He lowered his eyes and stared at Feng Jiu who was busy beside him. There was a serious look in her eyes. In addition to being serious, she also felt guilty.
But, soon the guilt completely disappeared.
When treating patients, she would have no other thoughts except being rigorous and conscientious.
"Uncle, just lie down and don't move. I'm going to start. It will hurt a lot and using anesthesia will waste time."
Naturally, Lan Yue would not lie down so obediently, so Feng Jiu took the time to say: "Long Yan, help him lie down."
"Okay!" Long Yan also didn't think about anything at this time. He only wanted the owner's hand to get better.
He walked over and tried to put his hands on Lan Yue's shoulders, but was frightened back by Lan Yue's extremely cold gaze.
"The owner of the village..."
Fortunately, Lan Yue lay down on his own, he was just not happy to be touched by Long Yan.
Feng Jiu asked Long Yan to bring a basin of warm water, and then began to perform her connection surgery seriously.
It does hurt a bit, and her requirement is that he must remain motionless, otherwise he will be given acupuncture points.
Naturally, Lan Yue would not allow anyone to touch him, let alone do something as humiliating to his body as giving him acupuncture points.
So no matter how painful it was, he endured it without even frowning, let alone moving.
Time passed little by little, and Feng Jiu's attention was all on Lan Yue's wrist, but the sweat on her forehead became more and more intense.
When she was almost out of sight, Feng Jiu said in a deep voice: "Long Yan, wipe your sweat."
"Wiping...sweat?" Long Yan was a little stunned. He had never done such a thing to a girl before. It would not be appropriate to wipe her sweat, right?
However, there were indeed beads of sweat on her eyelashes, but she was holding something in both hands, and she didn't know what she was doing on Lan Yue's bloody wound. It seemed that she really couldn't even spare the time to wipe away the sweat.
The most important thing is that the drops of sweat condensed on her eyelashes, blocking her sight...
Long Yan didn't know what to use to wipe the girl's sweat. He didn't have a handkerchief or anything like that. After thinking about it, he could only pick up his sleeve and wipe it gently for her.
"It's dirty, use a towel, it's all over your forehead, hurry!"
If you don't wipe it, it will fall off again.
Long Yan was a little embarrassed because she thought her sleeves were dirty, but he quickly found a towel and carefully wiped the sweat off her forehead.
Lan Yue lay on the bed, her eyes gradually falling on Feng Jiu's face.
She was indeed trying very hard to heal his wounds, but just now, she clearly knew that he wanted to kill her.
What on earth was this girl thinking? Did she think that if she saved him, he wouldn't kill her to silence her?
