Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"No ... don't change the medicine!" Mu Nanzhi was terrified, holding Lu Zhishan's hand in horror, begging, "Cousin, is it good not to change the medicine today? It really hurts! I don't want to change the medicine!" Don't want to at all! "

"It seems that Princess Xiangxiang really likes the cousin to serve on the bed," Lu Zhishan put down the scissors, afraid of hurting the child, and said to the child with a smile. "That's fine, my cousin also likes to wait." . "

Mu Nanzhi's face turned red again, and he took a sip of Lu Zhishan: "Yeah! You little shame, who likes ... like you serving that one?"

"Because I don't like my cousin to serve, why would Babadi be reluctant to be early?" Lu Zhishan still smiled with a kind face. "The bad wounds don't go down all day, so my cousin is naturally It's going to wait a day, hey, don't you say? "

"... Don't say it, I'm not for that, it's just pain, you don't want to be crooked," Mu Nanzhi broke his face and took a deep breath before the strong man broke his wrist. "You change it for me Medicine, I'm sure it won't hurt anymore. "

"Okay, I know I'm a sensible person." Lu Zhishan was so busy that he kissed the child's cheek, lifted the child gently, and let her lie on her lap. His head fell into the man's arms, and his hands were tightly wrapped around the man's waist. Lu Zhishan patted the child's shoulder lightly, "I'm not afraid."

Mu Nanzhi said nothing, but nodded gently in the man's arms.

Lu Zhishan has been on the front line for a long time, and injuries are a common occurrence. Bandaging wounds is also handy. Maybe he is better than the two little doctors. He cut the gauze tied in the backpack after the child. The child ’s wound is actually not big. It is only the size of a copper coin, but the wound is deep and the healing is very slow. It has been for several days. The wound has no meaning to heal. Every time the flesh is stuck on the gauze, the flesh is pulled apart every time the dressing is changed. No wonder children are reluctant to be changed every time they die.

Lu Zhishan gently tore off the gauze around, looking at the gauze that was sticking to the flesh, he frowned suddenly. For a moment, he didn't know how to start. The child was lying in his arms, nervous. With your eyes closed, but not waiting for the pain to strike, it became even more tense: "Cousin ... cousin, why don't you do it?"

Lu Zhishan didn't say a word, took the realgar used for disinfection from the tray, poured it on cotton wool, and gently wiped the **** wound. The child's body suddenly became stiff. She hugged the man's waist. , The pain was so speechless, there was a "hissing" sound in his mouth, and Lu Zhishan was in the "hissing" sound, peeling off the gauze stuck to the flesh, and then washed the wound with realgar wine, and re- He applied medicine to the wound and then bandaged it. At most, it took a while to use the incense, but Lu Zhishan was already sweating, and the child was sobbing in his arms.

"It's changed, I won't cry anymore," Lu Zhishan stroked the child's hair softly, and couldn't help kissing the child's forehead.

Mu Nanzhi ignored him, and he cried forever. He couldn't move every day. He needed someone to help him eat and drink water, and he had to help him even when it was convenient. She had already been shamed and left home. I didn't expect to suffer every day. She couldn't be more wronged for such a great crime.

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