Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

Just as Jin Yan was about to respond, Wen Qi said softly, "I'll do it."

"Row."

"By the way, his leg was also injured." Wen Qi pointed to his limping leg and said.

The old imperial doctor took a look: "Later, deal with the hands first."

As he said that, he took out a small clip with a long and sharp mouth from the wooden box, took the candle next to it, put the tip of the clip on the fire and roasted it, and handed it to Wen Qi after it was roasted red: "Queen Madam, please."

Jin Yan frowned: "Your Majesty, how could you do such a thing, let's do it as a servant."

Wen Qi shook his head, took the clip, looked into the boy's dark eyes and said softly, "I will be very gentle."

Mingyi's throat moved: "En."

Wen Qi lowered her head and carefully picked up stones for Ming Yi. The upper layer was alright, but it was a little stuck in the flesh, so she didn't dare to make a move. She even breathed a little easier, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her movements became more and more serious. His hair was soft, and he pouted his mouth lightly and blew.

Ming Yi looked at the girl with her head down, her heart was so soft that she stared at her motionlessly, her dark eyes were soft.

The old imperial doctor was on the ground holding scissors to cut open his trousers, and as expected, his ankle was swollen, bruised and swollen.

"Well, the ankle is sprained, and it's easy to heal." He said, squatting down, pinching the boy's ankle and breaking it hard, and the bone returned to its original position with a crisp sound.

Mingyi frowned, his hands and feet hurt as well.

He looked at the girl with downcast eyes, who was extremely distressed. His eyes flicked over something, he pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, it hurts."

The aggrieved voice, supported by the young man's clear voice, softened Wen Qi's heart. She raised her eyes to look at him: "Be good, bear it, it won't hurt tomorrow."

Mingyi's eyes showed grievances, but he nodded obediently.

Wen Qi felt distressed.

Still a child, how could it not hurt.

She lowered her head with soft eyes and continued to pick stones carefully.

After a while, she picked out all the stones, and the broken ones were still stained with blood.

The old imperial doctor looked at it and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, it's time for disinfection next."

He took out a gourd from the small wooden box, the mouth was blocked by a cork, and there was a sound of water splashing inside.

"This is high-grade baijiu, you little doll have to hold back!"

He pulled out the plug happily.

Ming Yi pursed his lips and remained silent.

He is not a little doll.

Wen Qi stood up, covered Ming Yi's eyes with soft hands, and whispered softly: "Don't look, it will only hurt for a while."

"En." Ming Yi bent his eyes, his vision was dark, but he was extremely relieved.

As soon as the white wine was poured on his hands, Rao Mingyi couldn't help shaking, humming softly in his nasal cavity, his lips turned white quickly, biting his lips to endure.

The old imperial doctor gave him a surprised look: "Although you look weak, you have good patience."

Wen Qi distressedly took out a handkerchief and brought it to his mouth, coaxing softly: "Don't bite your lip, bite this."

Because of the darkness in front of Ming Yi's eyes, his other senses were extraordinarily sensitive. The sweet and soft girly fragrance lingered from the tip of his nose. He opened his lips and bit it without thinking too much. The handkerchief was silky and sweet, like a girl.

……

After tossing for a while, Mingyi's hands were tightly wrapped with cloth, and his ankles were also smeared with ointment and wrapped into a ball. He was embarrassed and pitiful.

The old imperial doctor prescribed a prescription to nourish the body, drink it twice a day, and left the ointment behind, carefully instructing.

"Okay, thank you." Wen Qi wrote it down carefully: "I hope you don't talk about what happened today, old man."