The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

At this point, Valjen and the man in black arrived at the end of the crossbow.

But despairing of the black coat, this seemingly weak woman, whose face was white under the missed moonlight, still refused to fall, the toughness, even his man, who had killed many people, could not help admiring it.

“Who the hell are you?” In confrontation, the man in black first spoke, thinking that an ordinary woman could never have such willpower, and he suspected that Valjen was a killer hidden in the palace by a noble man.

Valentine's silence was not her reluctance to answer, but her fear of speaking revealed that she was now powerless to fight back.

The black man saw Valjen and thought she was shaking. He continued, "Whoever you are, keeping the Nine Princes is a scourge. ”

Valjen suddenly felt that the black man was not a real killer. She didn't know if every killer had the same level of Suva, or if they were as silent as he was, but suddenly she remembered many things. For example, the ability of the two assassins to break into a heavily guarded forbidden palace should be quite high, but they have performed flat since dealing with her, especially with the killer, which is totally inadequate for one assassin.

She also remembers that her eyes on the banks of the Pingjiang River, the one Suva looked back at, were so cold that it was the killer who had truly harvested his life, and the two men... Van Yan speculated that most of them were guards in the Prohibition Army, who had been ordered by someone to kill Li Ji while he was still alive.

So, who the hell is the guy who tried to kill Lizzie? Lee Tae or Lee Chung?

These thoughts quickly passed through my mind, and my face took a deep breath, stabilizing my voice and following Fang Wu Mei's lies, "Li Ji can't die until he gets something. ”

What could be more important than Lizzie's life? The black man felt that his strength loss was getting stronger and stronger. It was almost difficult to stand still. His heart kept beating for no reason. I didn't know whether it was because he had just taken his medication or because he had been poisoned twice.

Her condition was worse than that of a black man. Her poison was impenetrable and could produce results from breathing and blood. At this moment, she had too many wounds, many times faster intrusions, and too much blood had caused her to start hypoxia and her brain had fainted for a while. A moment of kung fu, the cold sweat on his forehead had gathered into drops and slipped down his cheek.

The purpose of the conversation between the two people is actually to persuade each other, mainly to have a moment to catch a breath.

Two lines of dialogue were fruitless, and the black man launched an attack, pointing directly at Valjen's neck. Valjen waved her knife, but she wasn't strong enough. Her own knife and ridge suddenly pressed against her throat. She was also forced to take a few steps back and hit the wall.

If the back was not a wall, she could have dodged the bullet backwards, but in the current situation, the neck was stuck and the blackjacket guarded against Van's broken grandson's leg, holding her lower body with one leg. Valjen was inevitable, and if there was no accident, she would be cut to death by her own knife and ridge.

For a moment, Valentine flashed many images in his mind, eventually removing his full strength and his hands dropped helplessly.

But the black man did not carelessly look carefully at Valjen's neck, Valjen's own knife and ridge, has been embedded in the skin a lot, the flesh is blurred.

The man in black removed her knife and threw it away, removing the caliper on her, watching her slide slowly off the wall, and lifting the knife ready to cut off her head for the aftermath.

Suddenly, as Valjen slipped halfway, she bent over like a black man and stabbed a needle in his hand into the wound on his waist. The place where Valjen stabbed this time was not meant to be harmful, but she was afraid that, like before, there would be clothes to stop her from reaching deep and stabbing her through the broken wounds, which was the safest!

The black man groaned, lifting the knife had cut off his cheeky back, but he knew that the woman had suddenly bent over, not to surprise, but to protect the key. The knife was cut with a knife that was not lethal at all and was immediately converted into a stab.

Just as the knife's spike touched the skin of Van's left back, only one broken wind was heard, and a feather arrow pierced his wrist with the power of a broken rubble.

The man in black was a sniper, but the knife in his hand was not loose. Just as he was preparing to push harder, it was followed by a feather arrow. More powerful than that, as if approaching with the roaring sound of a tiger, he felt only a cold temple and a bright red spot in his head.

That feather arrow was born through the temple!

Xiao Songfeng walked in with a knife and swung the man's head off without thinking, losing the knife to catch Wan Yan.

“Yan.” Xiao Song looked at the wounds all over her body and her eyes cracked. If it wasn't for saving lives, he hated not being able to turn back and chop those two men in black into meat and mud.

Wu Mei Mai has not fainted, but she is in a place too close to the place where she was drugged by Valjen. After passing through the intense exercise of the grinding rope, the strength of the medicine had already reached its peak, and she was unable to exert any strength. In her blurred eyes, she saw a robust man in a red official suit carrying his face out, and then a lot of people came in, and someone was shouting "Nine Princes," and she passed out relieved.

Outside the house, Liu Qingsong rushed over with the medicine case like a wind. He saw Xiao Song holding a blood man in his arms and hurried, "Hurry up and hold him in the nearby palace. ”

Xiao Song did not speak all the way, clamped his lips tightly, a handsome face without any expression, but his feet quickly and steadily took Wan Yan to the nearest compartment. Liu Qingsong immediately followed.

“Everybody out.” Liu Qingsong Dao.

“I'll be right outside. Say what you need.” Xiao Song didn't have much bullshit either, so he turned around and walked out.

Standing outside, he stared at the bloodstains of his clothes and couldn't feel what he was feeling. He just felt blunt in the head, all buzzing.

He tried to recover a little bit of reason and ordered the guards who followed him, "Get the water and clean cloth ready. ”

The nearby palace and inner waiter all escaped, and the guard had to go fetch water and find cloth.

Without hot water, the guard took a few barrels of clean water and hugged a white stack of cloth.

Xiao Song carried two barrels of water and tore the white cloth into two fingers.

“Jiulong, do you know what kind of poison Jiu Sister-in-law usually carries?” Liu Qingsong suddenly asked.

Xiao Song naturally knew that not only did he know, but he also escaped with that poison. Van Yan once said that it was a collection of what she had learned, colorless and pale, and volatile easily, without any evidence.

“She should have the medicine to know.” Xiao Songdao.

Liu Qingsong flipped over in both sleeves. He did indeed touch a paper bag, which had been soaked by blood. Good thing the medicine wax inside sealed it, it was not affected.

Xiao Song stood outside, staring at the shadow through the thin veil.

Liu Qingsong roughly cleaned his face with cloth stained with water, then removed the disinfectant water and rinsed the wound. He examined all the wounds and was delighted that the area where Valjen was injured was concentrated in the limbs, with three or four light injuries to the anterior chest and abdomen, without injuring the internal organs.

Liu Qingsong first cleaned and examined the wounds on the neck of Van Yan, then picked up important places to clean and sew them up, put the medicine on and tie them up.

When he wrapped his thigh wound, he pushed his face up slightly, but found that the bed was covered in blood, but not from her leg!

Liu Qingsong was shocked, hurriedly flipped her face over, and got a touch-and-mouth wound behind her and reflected it into the curtain.

This knife, the man in black, cut it down with all his might, was so deep that he could clearly see her spine! Liu Qingsong quickly cleaned up the disinfection. Liu Qingsong's heart gradually subsided when she poured the disinfectant solution. Such a deep wound must have been extremely painful when disinfected, but she didn't even have a body reflex on the condition of the pain!

Liu Qingsong was drugged and his hands and feet were cleaned up.

Outside, Xiao Song still stands like a statue, and the sweat on his body has dripped, dampening the floor where he stands.

The room was quiet and scary, only Liu Qingsong's clothes were familiar with Soso and occasionally the sound of bottle jars was encountered.

“Kowloon!" Jiulong! "Liu Qingsong summoned.

Xiao Song stepped out of his already stiff leg, a slump, and walked into his bed. When he saw Van Yan wrapped up in nowhere intact, his heart stabbed suddenly.

“You remember how to breathe artificially. Come on, help her breathe!” Liu Qingsong Dao.

Xiao Song controlled his emotions. He understood that this was not a time for sadness and heartache. He responded immediately and raised his head slightly to help her breathe artificially.

Liu Qingsong gave her a CPR massage.

It was Xiao Song's only kiss without any lust, but every time, it was incredibly devout.

Repeated movements, I don't know how long it lasted before Valjen could breathe autonomously.

At this point, the Orient is already hungry.

The rebellion in the palace has also been contained and the drums have sounded as usual, with hundreds of officials and life women staying overnight in the palace and returning to their homes. Valjen's three children couldn't see their mother, were tired of crying and were asleep. Temporarily housed in a nearby palace, guarded by guards.

There were more wounded in the palace, too busy doctors of the Tai Medical Department could not turn over. When Li Shimin learned that Van Yan had saved Li Ji's life and death so far, he summoned several of the most superior medical doctors and led them to the temple himself.

“Kowloon, you have to prepare yourself...”

In the middle of the palace, Liu Qingsong's slow lane.

“Say it." Xiao Song sighed and looked at him definitively.

Liu Qingsong dared not look him in the eyes and lowered his head. “Nine sister-in-law... her spine was injured, and now life and death are unpredictable. Even if she wakes up, she may lose consciousness in her lower body. ”

Paralysis. Liu Qingsong's words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything. He grew up with Xiao Song. He understood what spleen he was. That's a fact that even he can't accept, let alone Xiao Song?

“As long as she lives.” Xiao Song's voice clasped, as if to say anything else, slightly moved his lips, but half did not make a sound. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)