At the moment when Feng Qingchen was thrown out by the shadow, Uncle Nine Emperors had every chance to save Feng Qingchen, but he did not do so. When saving people and killing people, he chose the latter.
Uncle Nine Emperors threw Feng Qingchen away. Even though he knew that Feng Qingchen would be seriously injured when he fell, he did not hesitate at all. When Shadow's movements were slow, Uncle Nine Emperors stepped forward and pierced Shadow's throat with his sword.
"You..." Shadow lowered his head and looked at the sword that penetrated his throat. He didn't expect that he would fall into the hands of two such young people.
"The shadow of the Jin Yiwei is nothing more than that. I look forward to the appearance of your commander-in-chief Zhuang Han." The Nine Emperors Uncle turned his wrist, and the sword in his hand circled around the shadow's throat, smashing his entire neck, and the shadow's eyes flashed.
He closed his head, tilted his head, and when Uncle Nine Emperors drew out his sword, he fell to the ground.
Uncle Nine Emperors took the pistol back and was not at all curious about the shadow's appearance. It didn't matter what a dead man looked like.
Uncle Nine Emperors walked to Feng Qingchen, bent down and picked up Feng Qingchen. Seeing the finger marks on Feng Qingchen's neck, Uncle Nine Emperors' eyes flashed with fierceness, and he turned and walked out of the woods.
Uncle Jiuhuang knew that the cabin was very dangerous at this time, but Feng Qingchen was injured. Even if it was dangerous, he had to go because there was something he needed there.
Carrying Feng Qingchen back to the cabin, he laid Feng Qingchen flat on the earth bed. Uncle Nine Emperors did not immediately check Feng Qingchen's injuries. Instead, he leaned forward and carefully removed the hair and dead hair from Feng Qingchen's face.
The leaves were brushed away one by one, revealing Feng Qingchen's somewhat pale face.
Uncle Nine Emperors has no regrets. If he had it to do over again, he would still choose to kill the shadow first. Trading his own minor injury for the other person's death was a very cost-effective deal.
Rubbing the palm of his hand on Feng Qingchen's face, Uncle Nine Emperors didn't stop for a long time. He came to the kitchen and dug out a small box from the stove, which contained the wound medicine he needed.
Thinking of the dirt on Feng Qingchen's body, Uncle Nine Emperors hesitated and decided to boil a pot of hot water.
The task of lighting a fire and cooking was a terrifying thing for Uncle Jiuhuang, and he lived up to his own understanding. Before the fire was lit, he scratched the palm of his hand and finally lit the fire.
But the fire was so fierce that he almost burned off his eyebrows.
The kitchen is very dangerous. Uncle Jiuhuang didn't know how Feng Qingchen didn't hurt himself.
A large pot of water was boiled. When Uncle Jiuhuang finished boiling, only a small pot was left. Uncle Jiuhuang took the precious hot water and medicine back to the house again, took off Feng Qingchen's clothes, and filled her with hot water.
I wiped my body and the bruises on my neck and applied hot water on them, hoping it would also alleviate the symptoms.
Except for the injury to his throat, Feng Qingchen had no fatal injuries on his body. Feng Qingchen knew how to protect his vitals. After falling from such a high place, he only had a broken hand and a large bruise on his back, but his lungs were not hurt.
and ribs.
Uncle Nine Emperors is still good at setting bones, but he sets bones for himself every time. This is the first time for him to set bones for others.
Touching Feng Qingchen's smooth and delicate skin, there was no trace of charm in Jiuhuangshu's eyes, only heartache for Feng Qingchen's injury.
In Uncle Jiuhuang's memory, there had never been such a thing as anesthesia, and the pain of bone setting was a piece of cake for him, so Uncle Jiuhuang did not take any measures to help relieve the pain, and took Feng Qingchen's hand.
, it was connected with a "click".
"Ah..." Feng Qingchen fainted from the pain before, but now he woke up from the pain. There was an injury on his tongue. Feng Qingchen kept his mouth closed and pressed against his tongue to stop the bleeding. Now it's better, Feng Qingchen
With a loud sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood, spitting out the Nine Emperors Uncle and himself, and also opened the wound on his tongue.
"Feng Qingchen, what's wrong with you?" Uncle Nine Emperors quickly picked up Feng Qingchen and kept wiping the blood from the corners of her mouth, but as soon as he wiped it clean, it flowed out again.
Feng Qingchen showed a wry smile, shook her head feebly, and opened her mouth again, saying that she was fine, but couldn't speak. She didn't want to commit suicide, so she certainly wouldn't bite her too hard.
As for the pain of setting the bones, she would be fine if she could get over it. However, the cold sweat that kept breaking out on her forehead and her increasingly cold body revealed her current situation and that she was in a very bad situation.
"Is your tongue injured? Let me take a look." Uncle Jiuhuang pinched open Feng Qingchen's mouth. Feng Qingchen's mouth was red and nothing could be seen. Uncle Jiuhuang took a sip of water and kissed Feng Qingchen.
The lips of dust cross the water into it.
If the tongue is injured, pouring water directly into it will definitely make the pain worse. Jiuhuangshu fed the water through his mouth, hoping that Feng Qingchen would not be in so much pain.
The clean water was fed into Feng Qingchen's mouth, but when he spat it out, it turned into blood water. Uncle Nine Emperors fed him several times in a row, but the water was still blood red.
Uncle Jiuhuang understood that Feng Qingchen's tongue was seriously injured. Although the wound was not big, the blood continued to flow. Uncle Jiuhuang stopped feeding Feng Qingchen water, took a mouthful of hemostatic medicine and kissed Feng Qingchen's lips.
, sucking her tongue.
The contact of the hemostatic medicine with the wound and the force exerted by Uncle Nine Emperors caused Feng Qingchen to twitch in pain.
This is not saving people, this is clearly torturing people.
Feng Qingchen's whole body was weak, his hands hurt, his mouth hurt, and his whole body ached. Being tortured like this by the Nine Emperors Uncle, it hurt so much that he wanted to die. If it wasn't for his lack of strength, Feng Qingchen would have beaten the Nine Emperors Uncle long ago.
It was pushed away.
Jiuhuangshu didn't treat her as a patient, he just treated her as a test subject. She was sure that this was the first time that Jiuhuangshu saved someone, and he didn't care about anything.
After struggling for a long time, the wound on Feng Qingchen's tongue finally stopped bleeding. Uncle Nine Emperors breathed a sigh of relief, laid Feng Qingchen flat, found a few wooden boards, fixed Feng Qingchen's broken hand, and turned around
After putting Feng Qingchen into clean clothes, after all this was done, Uncle Nine Emperors did not take any time off, but rubbed the bruises on Feng Qing's back.
You need to apply force when rubbing the injury. Uncle Nine Emperors himself is not a weak scholar, so he is very heavy when he strikes. Feng Qingchen thinks that she has a strong ability to endure pain, but under Uncle Nine Emperors' ruthless hands, Feng Qingchen still feels pain.
He groaned and almost bit his tongue again.
After such a fuss, daybreak soon broke, and the two of them didn't sleep all night. Fortunately, the place they chose was far away from the village. Otherwise, if people heard the humming sound of the house all night, they would definitely be laughed at.
die.
It was daybreak. Although Feng Qingchen was injured, they had to leave. The people and shadows who surrounded and killed them did not go back all night. Jin Yiwei must have known that something was wrong with them, and they had probably sent someone by this time.
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Feng Qingchen was still very weak, so Uncle Jiuhuang decided to carry Feng Qingchen on his back. As for the things in the hut, Uncle Jiuhuang had no intention of packing them away. Of course, the place would be burned down after they left.
But they underestimated the efficiency of Jin Yiwei. As soon as they walked to the door, they heard the sound of horse hooves...
"We're here, it looks like we're going to be a little late." Uncle Nine Emperors returned to the house, put Feng Qingchen back on the earth bed, and planted a kiss on her lips: "Have a rest, I will solve it soon.
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Feng Qingchen nodded, took out the pistol with his good hand, and handed it to Uncle Nine Emperors: "Take this."
"You keep it for self-defense." Uncle Nine Emperors did not answer. This was something Feng Qingchen protected.
"I can't use it in my current condition. Just take it and quickly deal with the people outside. You should know how to use it."
Uncle Nine Emperors thought for a while, did not refuse, picked up the gun and walked out...