Drunk King and Minister

Han Zigao took the dagger from Chen Qian, picked up the jug on the table next to the bed, poured water on the dagger, and moved the dagger back and forth on the flame of the candle.

The flames were jumping, Han Zigao stared at the flames and remained silent.

"Why aren't you talking?" Chen Qian moved slightly and leaned on the bed.

The dagger in Han Zigao's hand moved back and forth three or two times.

"...I'm not a military doctor."

Although he took care of the seriously wounded in the wounded barracks for the past two days, Han Zigao couldn't help but feel palpitations when he was asked to use the knife on Chen Qian.

Chen Qian smiled nonchalantly: "Don't worry, if you've never eaten pork, you've seen pigs running, you always know the general idea. What's more..." Chen Qian pointed to the tangled scars on the large muscle exposed, "I'm used to it."

Of course Han Zigao saw numerous large and small wounds on Chen Qian's upper body.

Those scars, including knife wounds and arrow wounds, were distributed on Chen Qian's chest and abdomen, silently telling the bloody storms this man had experienced.

That was the feat of a general.

That too is a product of war.

Han Zigao thought of his father's unrepentant eyes, Brother Cheng, and Wang Erniu's injured leg.

He used to hate Liu's mansion, but now he realizes that that ugly place is precisely the place that protected him for three years in troubled times.

Things are always so ridiculous.

Han Zigao's nose twitched slightly, and he turned over the dagger in his hand.

That small movement did not escape Chen Qian's eyes.

He rested his left palm on his forehead, and said in a surprised tone, "Could it be that my eyes were dazzled, and you were about to cry just now?"

Han Zigao froze, and turned his head slowly, with an extremely indifferent expression: "My lord is dazzled." After speaking, he turned his head away again.

Chen Qian clearly saw that under the dancing candlelight, Han Zigao's ears were blush.

Chen Qian laughed twice, feeling very happy.

Han Zigao turned around, the dagger in his hand was already red.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao! Xiaoxiao's wound is bleeding!" He took a clean white towel, "here."

Chen Qian raised her eyebrows: "Didn't you let General Ben bite it!"

Han Zigao paused: "If the general wants to be the first general to bite his own tongue since ancient times, then don't bother with the white scarf."

Chen Qian's eyes flashed: "I do, I hope I can bite my tongue."

He took the white towel, threw it on the floor, and leaned back: "That's it, can we start?"

Han Zigao stared at the white scarf casually thrown aside by Chen Qian, and was taken aback for a moment, wanting to speak to persuade Chen Qian, but saw that he had already leaned on the bed and closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to say more.

Han Zigao paused with his hands, then glanced at Chen Qian again, and finally lowered his head in silence to deal with the wound.

Chen Qian is a person who knows the importance and importance. He doesn't use the white scarf, there must be a reason for not using it, Han Zigao thought so.

Han Zigao flushed Chen Qian's wound with clear water, the blood flowed, and the whole picture of the arrow wound was exposed in front of Han Zigao's eyes.Han Zigao looked at the clear bruises around the wound, and felt a little annoyed.Didn't this person tear off the clothes stuck to the wound by blood? !

He couldn't help raising his eyes and glaring at Chen Qian, but he saw him leaning against the collapsed wall expressionlessly, with his eyes closed as if he was asleep.

Han Zigao lowered his head helplessly, and treated the eversion wound with a dagger.

The scarlet dagger cut on the eversioned flesh, making a slight sound, and Han Zigao cut off the broken polyp.He moved cautiously, and couldn't help but want to look up at Chen Qian's expression, for fear that he would bite his tongue alone.

As soon as Han Zigao raised his head, he met Chen Qian's dark eyes.

Chen Qian's eyes have always been as deep as a pool of water, and she can't see the end at a glance.

Han Zigao didn't expect to meet Chen Qian's eyes, wasn't he just closing his eyes to rest?Han Zigao was stunned for a moment, and the movements of his subordinates also stopped.

However, Chen Qian raised her chin: "Go on." His voice was calm, as if the wounded person whose abdomen was being cut by a dagger was not himself.

Han Zigao heard that Chen Qian's tone was the same as usual, and he was very surprised and admired. He no longer worried that Chen Qian would be unbearable in pain, and lowered his head to concentrate on treating the wound.

Chen Qian looked at Han Zigao's pitch-black hair, who was leaning over, and resisted the urge to reach out and touch it.

His right arm was still hanging around his neck, his movements were a little clumsy, but he tightened it cautiously, touching his wound lightly as if treating some peerless porcelain.

After the injury, the first thing he thought of was to call him, but he ignored the inconvenience of his right arm injury.It was only after sending someone to call him that he remembered how inconvenient he was.When the guard informed him that Han Zigao was not in the camp, he even breathed a sigh of relief, and simply prepared to deal with the matter by himself, and it was not the first time he was injured.

Just as he took off his armor, tore off his coat and inner garment, and poured out the hemostatic medicine, the man still came over.

Chen Qian had to admit that even though Han Zigao was handicapped, when he heard the guards notifying him of his arrival, he was still happy in his heart.

Chen Qian sat quietly, her eyes turned to the white scarf beside her, and her eyes paused.

Worried about biting your tongue?

The corners of his mouth twitched.

No, even if everyone could bite their lips involuntarily in pain, it would never be him, Chen Qian.

The word pain is far away from him.

Words that were incomprehensible from birth, and still are.

No one knew that he, Chen Qian, could not feel pain.Feeling the pain is even a luxury for him.

The author has something to say:

La la la, Chen Qian is going to get a painless disease, haha, what is the scientific name of that disease? There seems to be no cure in modern times.