Xie Yutang watched him come back and couldn't help moving his lips. He apologized: "I'm sorry, it's all our faults. If it wasn't for us, you wouldn't have to help them barbecue."
He lowered his head. On the way, he faintly guessed that Feng Jiu's strength was above him. He just didn't know how powerful he was, but he knew that if Feng Jiu would never agree to help them barbecue, it was because of them. Head down.
Hearing this, Feng Jiu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It's nothing, anyway, I'm just idle." She smiled, came to sit down by the fire, and said to him: "Your wounds You have to change the medicine, come, let me see it for you."
"Oh." Xie Yutang didn't say much, but took off his coat obediently, exposing the wounds tied inside.
"What to do? There is only one bottle of wound medicine left." Xie Shisi wrinkled her face, a little worried that the wound was not healed after the medicine ran out.
"I have it here. Put your bottle away first!" Feng Jiu said, and after untying the strap of Xie Yutang's wound, he checked the wound, and then took out a bottle from the space to help him apply it.
When she saw that the more serious wound ulcerated due to sweat and the heat of the weather, her eyebrows were slightly frowned: "The wound is a little ulcerated and needs to be treated again."
"It's okay, just pack some medicine and go up there." He also knows that there are no conditions here, and can only simply bandage.
Feng Jiu glanced at him, then took out the knife, and said, "I'll help you get rid of the rotten meat." While she was talking, she burned the knife on the flame.
But the Xie brothers and sisters who heard his words changed their expressions slightly: "Exclude? You, how do you do?" He doesn't know medicine, so he is picking his flesh with a knife?How dare he?
Looking at the sharp and sharp knife in Feng Jiu's hand, Xie Yutang's face turned pale, and the sweat on his forehead leaked out: "No, no, I think I should go back and deal with it! It should be nothing..." After speaking, he was interrupted.
"When you go back, your arm will be useless." Feng Jiu said lightly and glanced at him: "Could it be that you are afraid of pain? Don't you dare to let me pick it?"
Xie Yutang swallowed, "This is not a question of whether you are afraid of pain at all, okay? You don't understand..."
His voice paused, and the whole person held his breath and stiffened, because the person holding the knife didn't wait for him to finish speaking. He already took the knife and scratched his wound, watching his heart tighten. The whole person was tense and couldn't say a word.
"Relax, don't be nervous, practice makes perfect, I just need to practice more with you." Feng Jiu said leisurely, removing the ulcerated flesh from his wound.
Xie Yutang stared at him with a pair of eyes.What does practice make perfect, practice more with him?Why is this person so unconscionable?His body was tight, but his eyes did not dare to move up the wound, just staring at the person in front of him.
Feng Jiu cleaned up the ulcerated flesh on his wound, only then reapplied her medicine and bandaged the wound.
"Okay." She went to the side and cleaned her hands before she walked back and said, "I'll go to bed first, and then call me if I have something to do." As soon as the voice fell, she jumped to the tree to rest.
Xie Yutang was looking at the newly bandaged wound. He felt that the wound didn't seem to hurt that much after the medicine was applied. Instead, he felt a cool feeling. He couldn't help but glanced at Feng Jiu on the tree.