C19 I Am Kubei Lan

About a quarter of an hour later.

The man's hands and feet started to feel weak. He couldn't even rely on the wall behind him anymore and fell against the wall.

Only then did Nian Qingci take out a pair of scissors and cut off all the clothes under the man's chest.

Revealing the horrific internal wounds.

It was badly mutilated, and there was a broken arrow stuck in it.

From time to time, black blood oozed out.

The skin and flesh on the side seemed to have been corroded by something.

There was a stench.

With such heavy injuries, he was still able to kidnap her so accurately?

Nian Qingci frowned slightly, but her hands didn't stop moving.

He took the scalpel that she made herself and quickly cut open the piece of rotten meat.

Pull out the arrow and press it with gauze to stop the bleeding.

The whole time, the man didn't say a word.

"What a man."

She purposely didn't use the Hedonist Powder.

Unexpectedly, this person hadn't cried out in pain.

"Heh." Although the man's eyes were closed, he still maintained a trace of clarity. "Noiseless."

He could still bear the pain.

Nian Qingci was sewing the wound for him. Suddenly, she was spurned, and the strength of her men suddenly increased.

The man sucked in a breath of cold air and swept his gaze over Nian Qingci.

Nian Qingci mocked, "Didn't anyone teach you to lower your head under a roof?"

He helped the man to bandage his wound.

Nian Qingci supported them back to the Merciful-Doctor Hall.

As soon as he arrived at the backyard, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Master!" Master! "

At that time, Zhang Shoucheng was in the middle of decocting medicine in the room, when he suddenly heard his disciple's soul-stirring screams.

With a belly full of fire, he rushed out, cursing as he walked, "I'm busy! "What are you calling a little bastard? Is he dead?"

Nian Qingci was already used to Zhang Shoucheng's fiery temper.

With a wronged expression, he said, "Master, if you don't come and help out now, you're really going to die."

Damn it, this man was so tall that he dragged her all the way back. She was about to break under his pressure.

"Where did you pick it up? This Merciful-Doctor Hall is a medical hall, not a relief agency. " Zhang Shoucheng cursed, but he carefully caught the person with his hands and asked, "Where is the wound? Is there any hope?"

"He won't die." Nian Qingci finally put down the heavy burden on her body and let out a long sigh of relief. "But he was poisoned. I still have the tenderloin powder on me. "

Zhang Shoucheng was just checking on the man's injuries when he heard Nian Qingci's words and exploded.

He raised his hand and struck Nian Qingci, "Little bastard, you dare to stitch a wound and even soft the tendons of a patient. Are you going to save him or kill him?"

The Soft Muscle Powder had the effect of paralysis and slowness. Naturally, it also greatly reduced the effect of the hemostasis.

Before Nian Qingci could finish her sentence, she was met with a violent reaction from her master.

"Master …"

She was almost silenced, so how could he not allow her to protect herself?

However, Zhang Shoucheng didn't have the patience to listen to what she had to say. He immediately scolded her, "Cut the crap, hurry up and bring me the medicine box."

"Got it, I'll go now …"

In her master's eyes, the patient was the first.

The Master and disciple worked hard for a while before they finally got rid of the poison from the man's body.

He also sutured the other wounds on his body.

Nian Qingci brought some clean water for him to clean up.

Only now did he realize that this person's sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes looked quite good.

"I am Gu Beilan. Thank you for saving me." The man rested for a while before he slowly came back to his senses and expressed his thanks.