Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

With this in mind, after seeing the wound, she did not mention the detoxification, but slowly opened the medicine box, took the silver needle out, deliberately abandoned the sheep intestine line corresponding to the weekday stitched wound, put on the daily sewn clothes before the candlelight, embroidered action cotton thread.

She sanitized the silver needle cotton thread with spirits, explaining: "I look at the disease in a different way than the others, wounds like this can no longer be healed autonomously, must be stitched before gradual recovery, the process will be even more painful, you must hold on to His Royal Highness. ”

The guard looked bewildered at the silver needle in the hands of strangers and at the painful Yan Ink Li again. “Either help the master to relieve some of the pain first, Your Highness is awake, and I'm sure you can cooperate better. ”

The stranger glanced up at the guard, his tone remained the same, “His Highness's wounds bled more than ever, poisonous and poisonous, the ordinary method can not stop, if you don't want His Highness's blood to die, you could let me waste so much time. ”

When the guard silenced, he pressed Yan Mo Li tightly. "As long as you can cure His Highness, it will be up to you for now. ”

The stranger nodded his head and bled more than he could care less to clean the wound. He fell directly down and skillfully passed the silver needle in his hand through the flesh that split from the wound.

Yan Ink groaned extremely painfully, his body trembled uncontrollably, and the split wound tightened, causing the blood to gush.

Even the waiter felt a hidden pain in his chest. Qin Ya turned his face in panic.

The flowers on the stranger did not even wrinkle his eyebrows, his eyes were filled with indifferent colors, just watching the constant bloodstains, speeding up the speed in his hand.

Yan Mo Li almost struggled a few times. Fortunately, the guard was still doing his duty. As the wound stitched up, there was also a lot less blood, so he pressed Yan Mo Li harder.

When the wound is stitched up, Yan Ink Li is already faint, pale as paper, a pair will faint at any moment. But he bit his teeth to death, holding on to keeping himself awake.

It's not that he doesn't want to go to sleep, it's just that the pain of this suture wound has passed. The pain caused by the toxins in the body still exists. Even if his eyelids are sunk, his consciousness is incredibly clear. He had to bite his teeth off and hang on dead.

Without seeing his face, the stranger continued to indifferently clean the wound of blood and medicate it. Even if she did, she would never be doing anything to alleviate his suffering.

If she wanted to, she wouldn't have any more hemp boiling, deliberately concealed it, so she stitched him up so hard, causing him pain.

Just a little trick, okay, but she can't just let him die.

With this in mind, she processed the wound on Yan Ink Li's chest, then took out the acupuncture bag, and applied the needle to temporarily pressure the poison in his body to prevent it from transferring into his lungs.

As for the daily poisoning, at the time of the episode, the pain would not be reduced by half.

After all, she just doesn't let the poison get inside her lungs, she doesn't press the toxin inside her body, she doesn't seize.

In the eyes of strangers, Yan Ink Li only needs to stay alive.

Yes, after making these, she left only a bottle, but asked him, "This is a medicine to supplement the qi and blood. His Highness lost so much blood. Now the qi and blood are not strong enough. Take this water suit three times a day. Tell the dining room to make more medicine to supplement the qi and blood. In seven days, you can recover 20% of the blood. ”

“Only 20%?” The guard picked up the small porcelain bottle, but he couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows.