The priest is a loser

Liu Qiu'an felt that he must have encountered bad luck today, so he stopped trying to resist.With the tip of his bitten tongue to dry, he watched Mu Changxian dryly in front of the medicine cabinet, taking a tray containing several jars of plaster and gauze from the doctor and returning.

Mu Changxian knelt down and took off his boots, "Does your tongue hurt?"

Liu Qiu'an nodded when he heard the words, and immediately brewed hazy tears in his eye sockets.

A cold plaster was applied to his bare ankle, and Mu Changxian gently rubbed the swollen area with the palm of his hand through the plaster.Liu Qiuan gasped, subconsciously about to withdraw his right foot, but Mu Changxian took the first step to clamp his calf.

The pain that was already numb was suddenly awakened.Liu Qiuan gritted his teeth and endured for a while, the palm rubbing his ankle suddenly left, the coolness of the plaster unscrupulously invaded the bone marrow, causing Liu Qiuan to gasp.

Mu Changxian took the gray handkerchief from the tray and wiped the plaster on his hands, then took Liu Qiuan's injured right hand, which was wrapped with the material that was temporarily cut off from the woodshed to serve as gauze, but when he was unconscious, The strips of cloth seemed to be half dry from white to red.Mu Changxian sighed, and raised the corners of his mouth: "It's all soaked."

He was obviously smiling, but a dangerous aura suddenly exuded from his body.

Hearing this, Liu Qiu'an's eyelids twitched, he laughed awkwardly, and his eyes wandered around.

Mu Changxian said nothing, and took off the cloth on his hand and put on a new bandage for him.Liu Qiu'an blinked and felt that he should do something, so he put on his shoes and socks, and pushed Mu Changxian back into place.

Facing his puzzled expression, he picked up the bandage and shook it.Mu Changxian understood immediately, and let Liu Qiuan unbutton his shirt and take off the festive "gauze" on his body.But I saw him pointing at his injured foot and his chin with his index finger, staring at the bottles and jars on the tray and muttering to himself: "...which one should I take?"

Mu Changxian glanced at the medicine jars on the tray: "The second one from the left."

Liu Qiuan took out the fist-sized round porcelain jar as he said, pulled out the red plug on the top, dug out a plaster with his fingertips, frowned, pinched his nose, and spread the plaster all over Mu Changxian's back, Mu Changxian was bored. With a snort, his face turned pale.

Liu Qiu settled for a moment, recalling what the leader of the group said, and asked, "Isn't it a poisonous drug? Is this useful?"

Mu Changxian took a deep breath and replied, "It doesn't matter,... someone will bring the antidote."

Liu Qiu'an nodded half-understood, and continued to apply the medicine on him.

Later, because of his clumsiness, he almost tied Mu Changxian into a dumpling.

He had no choice but to remove the gauze, and asked Liu Qiu'an to apply the medicine again. Mu Changxian's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and Liu Qiu'an, who still wanted to try it, stayed aside and ordered him not to move rashly, and finally bandaged himself up.

Looking at Liu Qiu'an who folded his arms and curled his lips, he wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead that was purely caused by someone's clumsy movements, put on his shirt and walked in front of him, thinking about helping him back to the inn.

Liu Qiu'an glanced at him and turned her head, snorted softly: "I'm not a big girl! Don't help me!"

Still have a temper?Mu Changxian couldn't help laughing as he thought about it, he withdrew his hand and walked straight out of the hospital, only saying "OK."

Liu Qiu'an didn't expect that he wouldn't even be polite, looked at his back in disbelief, then angrily withdrew his gaze, and jumped to the door with one foot unwilling to admit defeat, only to see the man waiting for him at the door, Mu Chang Turning his back on idle: "Come up."

Seeing him hesitate for a moment, Mu Changxian thoughtfully gave him a step down, and said, "If you don't help cover the blood on my back, what if I attract attention along the way?"

The words made sense, Liu Qiuan raised the corners of his mouth and pretended to be reluctant, but his body immediately threw himself on his back.

"The teacher will help you."

Mu Changxian gasped, pursed the corners of his lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "...But it doesn't have to be so tight." Liu Qiuan blinked, and hugged him even more pretentiously, and whispered in his ear with a smile :"good."

His face was pressed against his neck, and his breath seemed to be licking his neck lightly. Mu Changxian was dazed for a moment, and the wound on his back suddenly stopped hurting.