Quickly wear! Bind to the scumbag transformation system

At night, the general's tent.

The military doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at General Yan with some surprise.

Although the knife stabbed deep, it completely avoided the vital parts and was so precise that it didn't even injure the tendons and veins. It shouldn't have been so painful after applying the royal medicine used in the palace.

But why did his general look so pale and even sweat profusely?

Xie Lian was watching anxiously from behind, his voice not feeling harsh:

"How serious is the general's injury? You are not allowed to hide anything. Tell the truth."

At this time, Yan Kuan grabbed the military doctor's arm with trembling hands, struggled to stand up and looked at him:

"Military doctor, tell me, am I unable to get out of bed recently and need someone to serve me personally?"

The military doctor was about to say that it was not necessary and that there was no psychological burden and that one should just be careful not to move too much.

But the big hand on his wrist suddenly tightened, gripping him painfully. The military doctor looked up and met the general's meaningful gaze, and his mind suddenly became clear.

He patted Yan Kuan's hand knowingly, turned around and reported to the Prime Minister, his brows furrowed, his tone somewhat embarrassed:

"Mr. Prime Minister, to be honest, the general injured his kidney in order to protect you this time..."

"Cough cough..."

Before he could finish his words, Yan Kuan burst into a violent cough that shook the earth.

Xie Lian hurried over to hold him down, anxiously glancing at the wound: "Don't move, be careful of the wound bursting."

As he spoke, he poured a cup of tea from the bedside and helped Yan Kuan drink it slowly.

Seeing that he had stopped coughing, she felt relieved and turned to look at the military doctor: "Go on."

The military doctor was an old man who was obsessed with medicine and never married in his life. He just felt that there was something strange about his general and prime minister, but he didn't think much about it.

Glancing at the general who was half leaning on the prime minister's arms, he sorted out his words: "It's like this. If it's a little more off, it will hurt the kidneys."

Seeing that the general had his eyes half closed and no longer reacted violently, the military doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just that I injured my abdomen and lost too much blood. I must take good care of myself in the next half month, otherwise..."

"What else? Tell me now!"

Xie Lian became anxious after hearing this. If Yan Kuan hadn’t been recovering from his injuries and still needed him, he would have had him beaten with twenty military sticks.

The military doctor looked up and glanced at Yan Kuan: "Otherwise, the disease will remain and it will be difficult to recover."

After hearing this, Xie Lian’s heart sank. It was actually so serious.

After the military doctor gave instructions on the medication, he fled out of the tent. When he was about to lower the curtain, he saw their general giving him a thumbs up behind the prime minister.

The military doctor was delighted. Everyone said he was a medical nerd, but he now understood the general's intention to seek credit from the prime minister, and he even received the general's praise.

He walked through the soldiers with an arrogant attitude, leaving passers-by confused.

In the tent, Xie Lian picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped Yan Kuan's sweat, feeling both guilty and distressed:

"You must be in a lot of pain, otherwise why would your face be so pale? It's all because of me."

Yan Kuan didn't do this to make him feel guilty, so he said seriously: "It has nothing to do with you, I did it voluntarily."

"Ahem, I'm going to trouble you in the next few days. After all, I'm... ahem"

Yan Kuan had always been a man of integrity, and Xie Lian had never seen him so weak. He said in a gentle voice:

"What trouble? As long as you are by my side, I am willing to do anything for you."

These love words are so sweet to the ears.

Yan Kuan thought that his prime minister was young and successful, and had great power in the court, so he was used to being dignified. Sometimes when the two of them were together, it was difficult for him to lower himself and say sweet words.

Yan Kuan didn't expect to have an unexpected gain this time. If he had known that getting injured would earn him such consideration from his parents, he would have done so long ago.

In the next few days, Yan Kuan lived a very good life. He had everything he wanted, including clothes and food. Even the fruit was cut into small pieces by Xie Lian and fed to him.

“Delicious, the tangerines from Hezhou are sweeter than those from Beijing.”

Yan Kuan sat sideways at the head of the bed in a relaxed posture.

Xie Lian took the handkerchief and gently wiped the corner of his mouth, then handed him another petal.

Yan Kuan's hands seemed to be disabled, and he just opened his mouth.

"what……"

Xie Lian found it funny, and looked at him lovingly, before his brows furrowed again after a while:

"You'd better stop sitting there and lie down."

Yan Kuan heard this, his eyes rolled, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Okay, you lie down with me"

Xie Lian was so angry that he wanted to twist him, but he was afraid that he would feel pain, so he put his hand down, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his head to give him a light kiss on the cheek:

"Can you lie down now?"

Yan Kuan got the benefits, so naturally he did everything he could to benefit from it.

In the past few days, Xie Lian used this trick to make him lie down whenever he wanted and take medicine whenever he wanted, and he was extremely obedient.

Xie Lian looked at his lover who was lying on the bed, blinking at him, with a smile on his lips and tenderness in his eyes.

Yan Kuan was a little tempted by Xie Lian's look, and was just about to...

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the tent. Yan Kuan was about to stand up when Xie Lian held his shoulders and said, "Don't move. I'll go."

Yan Kuan was reluctant to leave such a good atmosphere, and looked at Xie Lian eagerly: "Don't worry about them, let's continue..."

Xie Lian felt his face turn red when he was stared at, and he wanted to laugh, so he tapped his forehead with his index finger: "Be good, be obedient."

After saying that, he stood up, straightened his robe, and walked out.

Be good and listen to me!

These few words seemed to have magic power. Yan Kuan immediately became obedient. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he rolled around on the bed twice in excitement.

He waits obediently for his owner to come back and stroke his fur.

Soon, there was no movement outside.

Xie Lian lifted the curtain and walked over.

Yan Kuan was lying on the bed, with a look of grievance on his handsome face: "A Lian, my stomach hurt again just now, and I didn't even get up to look for you. I want a reward."

In the past few days, every time he said this, Xie Lian would come over, and no matter what request he made, as long as it was not too excessive, Xie Lian would agree to it.

Yan Kuan closed his eyes for a long time in grievance. Why?

When he opened his eyes, he saw Xie Lian standing in front of the bed, looking down at him with a sullen face.

In his hand was a long sword that had been unsheathed. Xie Lian forced a sneer and looked at Yan Kuan with dark eyes, then raised his sword and chopped him down.

Yan Kuan was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He immediately rolled to the inside of the bed and sat up: "You murdered your husband!"

Xie Lian’s eyes were cold: “Why, your stomach doesn’t hurt anymore?”

How could Yan Kuan not understand?

His trick was exposed, and he immediately thought of the old military doctor.

Damn it, does he want to kill himself?

Yan Kuan knelt on one knee on the bed, with a flattering look on his face: "Hey, wife, me too..."

Before he could finish, Xie Lian stabbed at him again with his sword.

Yan Kuan immediately dodged to the side and got off the bed.

Seeing him move so freely, and not feeling any pain from his wound even with such a big movement, Xie Lian was so angry that he stabbed him again with his sword.

Yan Kuan didn't dare to hide too far away, and could only keep begging for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, hey, your swordsmanship is pretty good, you are really talented"

One was running and the other was chasing, and Xie Lian was exhausted, but Yan Kuan didn't even break a sweat.

While Xie Lian was resting on the bed, Yan Kuan quickly used his inner strength to deflect the sword and slid to his knees.

"Don't be angry, I'll take you to see the fireflies, okay?"