Uncle Huang is picturesque

Locking up in this water dungeon for half a day will make people feel miserable. If they take their lives for a whole day, they will definitely lose their lives.

"I won't let him die." Gu Zixuan had no thoughts and no time to comfort Shangguan Muhe, who was crying like pear blossoms and rain, but he knew that he would definitely not let Guo Changlin have trouble, even if he tried every means, Guo Changlin has to live, and he has to stay by his side, because they agreed together to live a life that belongs to the two of them, and he must do what he promised him. Guo Changlin must keep his promise and be with him The rest of my life.

And Mr. Murong had been waiting in the palace for a long time, when he saw Guo Changlin came back, he immediately asked Gu Zixuan to gently put Guo Changlin on the bed, and retreated the others.

Mr. Murong inspected Xiaoyu's wound, and his expression gradually became serious.

"This young hero is really a man of God. The wound has already hurt his muscles and bones, but he can still hold his breath. Hey..."

Gu Zixuan didn't want to hear such nonsense, "Mr. Murong, you just need to tell me if he can still be saved?"

What should I do if Mr. Murong says he can't just live?The child has never thought about it, because this result is beyond his imagination, and he does not want to think about it.

Mr. Murong glanced at Gu Zixuan, this was the first time he saw such a flustered expression on the face of the famous God of War of Xuanyuan Kingdom.

Mr. Oolong touched his goatee and said that it can be saved naturally, but it just takes a lot of effort! ..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Zixuan grabbed his wrist. Gu Zixuan looked at him and said seriously: "No matter what method you use, you must save him, at all costs."

Gu Zixuan himself didn't know how much force he had just exerted just now. Mr. Murong only felt that his wrist was about to break, and said with a mournful face: "Then, His Highness Xiongwang, please let go of my hand quickly, if I do this If not, there will probably be no one in this world who can save him."

It was only then that Gu Zixuan realized that he was in a hurry, which made his strength a little stronger.

"My lord, are you sure you want to look here? His wound has penetrated deep into his bones, so I need to dig out the piece of carrion on his waist." Although what Mr. Murong said was simple, this kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear Yes, and the picture is also extremely bloody.

"The king will accompany him."

Mr. Murong smacked his mouth slightly when he saw Gu Zixuan's affectionate appearance. He walked the rivers and lakes by himself. After so many years of hanging pots to help the world, he has seen many people and things. He also knows this situation, but this The taste of the dignified God of War in the Xuanyuan Kingdom is really different from others.

"Okay, then you can give me a hand."

Mr. Murong is actually an old naughty boy. No one knows how old he is this year, nor where her former home is or what she does.The acquaintance between Gu Zixuan and Mr. Murong was very dramatic, but Gu Zixuan never asked much about Mr. Murong's past.It is very normal to meet by chance in this rivers and lakes, or meet again if you have a venereal disease. If there is no fate, this life may just pass by.

Mr. Murong untied Guo Changlin's clothes. The clothes were already connected to the wound. When he cut the clothes off, pus began to ooze from the returned skin, but Guo Changlin was unconscious. Stuffing a few slices of ginseng in it can also hang his energy, lest he die suddenly when the wound is removed.

Gu Zixuan kept looking like this without moving his eyes. He wanted to imprint this scene in his heart, telling himself that such things would never happen in the future, and no one could hurt Guo Changlin.

Asked Mr. Wang, I did some simple treatment for Xiaoyu’s wound, and took out a very sharp knife after treatment. In fact, this kind of knife is not much different from modern scalpels, but the materials used are different, and it is sterilized The tools are also limited, so Mr. Murong put the knife on the candle and baked it for a while, then wiped it carefully with alcohol.Only then did he start to remove the carrion on Guo Changlin's back, so that the nerves on his back were directly connected to the spine. If he was not careful, Guo Changlin might be paralyzed for the rest of his life.

So Mr. Murong's actions are very cautious, after all, this Guo Changlin is a person surnamed Wang, if he really paralyzes her, will he still be able to save his old life?

Gu Zixuan frowned slightly at the sound when the tip of the knife cut the wound. He had never seen any bloody scenes on the battlefield. He watched a person shatter in half in front of him. made a sound, but Gu Zixuan at that time did not blink, nor did he frown, nor did he feel a trace of fear.But seeing Guo Changlin lying here unconscious today, I felt a little flustered in my heart.

The wound on Gu Zixuan's back was directly connected to his buttocks, and the wound was also very large, and there were a lot of spells that needed to be removed, so this involved more nerves. Mr. Murong dug the lotus little by little, and the whole process It took three hours to remove all the wounds on Guo Changlin's back.

Finally, Mr. Murong wrapped Guo Changlin's waist and back thickly with gauze.

"The old man is exhausted, it's almost done, and the future will depend on his fortune. If the wound is no longer infected and inflamed, he will rest for a year and a half, and he has almost recovered. I will give him another prescription later. Some prescriptions to prevent inflammation, let him take it every day for the next day."

Mr. Murong beat his old waist. He hadn't had a huge operation for many years.

Guo Changlin was lying on the bed with his eyes closed all the time. When the fever was removed just now, Guo Changlin actually woke up halfway. The piercing pain made him cry out and wanted to struggle to get up. People moved subconsciously, but Gu Zixuan held him tightly, because if he was a little careless, he might hit a nerve, and Guo Changlin would be ruined for the rest of his life.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Murong, when will he wake up?"

Mr. Murong glanced at Guo Changlin, estimated, and said, "About six or seven days, that's about it, if it really doesn't work. And the wound on his back needs to be changed every three days. It can't be missed once. "However, seeing how concerned Gu Zixuan is, I'm afraid I don't need to ask him a few more times, as Gu Zixuan can always remember it in his heart.