Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

Chapter 41 The Murderous Yuyulou Heavenly Killer (17)

Nan Xian didn't know much about medicine.

It was a bit of a hassle to deal with the wound.

The wounds on the young man's body were numerous and messy, and the bones could be seen deep. Nan Xian took the simple sterilized scissors, started from the back, cleaned the wounds, applied medicine to bandage them, and wrapped the shocking wounds with gauze one by one.

While doing this, Kogashi didn't say a word, like a porcelain doll at her mercy.

Half an hour later, Nan Xian nervously finished dealing with the boy's hideous wounds on his upper body, exhaled, and his long eyelashes trembled: "Tell me if it hurts, don't keep talking."

"Ah."

"It doesn't hurt."

Nan Xian rolled his eyes at him, pursed his lips, and held the porcelain bottle with some hesitation.

Guangyin kept looking at her, followed her gaze to his blood-stained pants, and raised the corner of his mouth when he thought of something: "Sister Xian, don't be afraid, just look at brother's body, just take responsibility."

"You have a good idea!" Nan Xian's mouth twitched.

Stain the fabric with hot water, cut a gap with scissors, and gently uncover it by hand.

"what--"

The boy's suppressed cry made Nan Xian's hands tremble: "Did it hurt you?"

His movements became lighter.

Guangyin watched her concentrate on the action, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curled up, his twinkling peach eyes narrowed, greedily scratching every inch of the girl's brows and eyes: "Sister Xian..."

He shouted tenderly and gently.

Nan Xian ignored it.

"uh-huh!"

The young man snorted, his whole body began to convulse violently, and a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth. The red and viscous blood slid down the corner of his mouth, making his face paler.

Nan Xian was terrified, thinking that he had done a wrong step or used the wrong medicine: "What's wrong with you? You..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man suddenly stretched out his hand and dragged her down, biting a strange and rare treasure like a beast from the abyss, his eyes shone strangely.

Nan Xian leaned forward unexpectedly.

In the eyes of outsiders, he looks like a disciple who took the opportunity to belittle the young man.

However, the boy's face was not at all flustered, his sultry peach eyes were full of birdsong and flowers, he was eagerly, excitedly, anticipating, and piously waiting for the kiss that was about to fall.

Warm and moist lips fell on his forehead.

As if a feather had scratched his heart, Guangyin's heart throbbed.

The soul seems to have grown transparent butterfly wings, fluttering and flying.

The tender chest was pressed tightly against the young man's strong chest, feeling the slow and steady heartbeat of the person below him, Nan Xian's eyes widened, and he hurriedly climbed down from the bed, his cheeks flushed with anger.

"What are you dragging me for?"

The moonlight poured down, accompanied by the bright candles in the house, illuminating the satisfied sweet smile on the corner of the boy's mouth.

Nan Xian seemed to understand something in an instant, and threw the scissors on the small table angrily.

Regardless of the wound on the boy's upper body due to the action just now, he looked at the blood-stained gauze and gritted his teeth: "You did it on purpose!"

"What good will it do you to break the wound away?"

The warm touch on the forehead seemed to be still spreading, Guang Yin's ear tips were slightly red, but Tao Hua's eyes were nonchalant and casual, and his tone was so innocent.

"Sister Xian, you misunderstood me. I was in too much pain just now, so I wanted to grab something."

There was still blood on the corner of the young man's mouth. If he hadn't seen the smile on the corner of his mouth just now, Nan Xian would have believed it!

With a sullen face, she turned around and was about to leave.

The hand was firmly grasped.

"Ahhh, it hurts!!!"

"It's going to hurt to death, sister Xian, help me!"

The boy suddenly writhed on the bed like a dehydrated fish, and as he moved, the gauze that had been wrapped before was quickly soaked in blood.

Nan Xian felt a pain in his head when he saw it.

Immediately stretched out his hand to hold the wrist of the restless person: "Do you want to die?"

Is this person really not aware of pain?

With so many wounds, her hands were shaking when she tore his clothes. Just looking at these wounds felt shocking, but the person concerned, when the flesh and flesh were attached to the cloth and took off, did not blink, let alone shed tears from the pain.

After tossing around for most of the night, the wound was finally treated and bandaged.

Nan Xian brought out a basin of blood and the blood-colored gauze she had replaced, and briefly washed the sweat that had broken out due to her high concentration, before going back to her room to change into a set of clothes.

At the end of Yinshi, the sky has turned slightly pale.

Nan Xian put his hand on Guangyin's forehead, and he was slightly relieved to make sure that he didn't have a fever due to the injury.

No wonder you don't take your own body seriously. How can a normal person not get infected and have a fever after suffering such a serious injury and without professional medical equipment to sterilize?

Walking into the kitchen, I briefly made two servings of pancakes and rolls, and cooked a small pot of apple and millet porridge.

Today is No. 16 days, and Canye still hasn't come back, she can't stay in Xingyulou any longer.

On the Luohan bed by the window, the boy leaned against the wall with his head tilted sideways, watching the girl carrying a tray pass under the peach tree, slightly moving his pale lips after blood loss, and smiled softly and peacefully.

"Sister Xian, did you take care of Ye like this before?"

The boy obediently opened his mouth to hold the spoon that was stretched out, and a glint of darkness flashed in the depths of his smiling eyes.

Nan Xian glared at him, then took another mouthful of porridge and handed it over: "When will you be able to close your mouth?"

The corners of Guangyin's mouth curled up, he thought about it seriously, and said indifferently: "When you die."

To her, he always wanted to tease her and get her attention.

Sister Xian is so cute when she is angry, when she laughs, when she is cooking, when she is chopping firewood, when she is secretly practicing martial arts, when she is quietly picking peach blossoms in the yard, when she is eating, and when she is in a daze!

Nan Xian choked, brought the spoon to his lips, and touched it viciously: "Can you eat quickly?"

"It's too hot," the boy trembled his eyelashes innocently.

What a hassle!
Nan Xian felt disgusted, and moved the spoon to the edge of the window to let the wind blow.

Pass it on again.

The young man drank a bowl slowly, then looked at Nan Xian's leftover half bowl, his peach blossom eyes burst out with an irresistible pity: "Sister Xian, I still want to eat."

This is the first time he has eaten her porridge.

It turned out that Ye ate such good food every day, but he refused to give him a star.

Such a good sister Xian, he actually brought her back to the Xingyu Building to serve as a blood cauldron for Sansheng to practice kung fu!
"I've eaten this bowl, I'll serve you another bowl!"

Nan Xian got up, feeling a little weird in his heart, frowned and said: "You can't drink too much porridge, otherwise what will you do if you urinate later?"

Guangyin was amused by her concern, the corners of his mouth suppressed the upward curve, and he looked straight at her: "Sister Xian, the pot is too hot, your bowl is just right, and... don't waste it."

Nan Xian suddenly recalled the scene in the memory of a young man riding a horse for a candied haws.

He stood up and sat back, scooped up the porridge in his own bowl, and looked up at him: "You don't dislike it? I drank it?"

"Sister Xian is so clean, I like it very much."

What he answered was wrong.

(End of this chapter)