"Still sting..."

Listening to the sound of a sharp blade slashing through his flesh, Zhang San couldn't bear to see it and turned his head directly.

But Jun Chenghuan looked at it from beginning to end, but she had never noticed it. She clenched her fists tightly throughout the whole process.

It seemed as if the knife had been slashed on her chest.

She was nervous.

Finally, the old man cut all the flesh that was hooked on the head cutter and peeled it off.

It's time to draw an arrow!

Jun Chenghuan came to Ye Weishang quietly and quietly held his hand.

In fact, he had already woken up in pain when he just cut his flesh.

She thought that according to his personality, she would yell in pain, but she didn't.

He bit the corner of his mouth, without frowning, or shouting.

His patience was beyond her imagination.

It seemed that these pains were commonplace for him.

The moment he held his hands together, Ye Weishang was slightly stunned, and his eyelashes couldn't help but tremble.

Immediately, he held her palm silently.

He didn't expect that Jun Chenghuan, who was cold-faced and heart-warming, would be so gentle.

"puff--"

The old man pulled the feather arrow out of his chest and blood gushed.

He had no time to deal with the blood-stained arrows, so he hurried to stop the bleeding from Ye Weishang.

However, there is a hand that is faster than him.

The moment the arrow was pulled out, Jun Chenghuan had already put medicine on the wound.

The old man was stunned for a moment when he took out gauze and bandaged Ye Weishang's wound.

After dealing with everything, he wiped his sweat and said, "Thanks to the young master's quick reaction just now, I'll apply medicine in time."

"I didn't help anything, mainly because the old man is skilled in medical skills." Jun Chenghuan said as he looked at Ye Weishang, who was pale on the couch, "What's wrong with him now?"

"As long as tonight is over, the fever will fade, and I will save my life. I will prescribe a few medications first and give him a few more time to get it down."

"Thank you, Mr.." Jun Chenghuan raised his hand and was about to send someone out, but then he found that his subordinates were tight.

She forgot that her hand was still being grabbed by Ye Weishang.

Even at the moment of drawing the arrow, Ye Weishang did not react at all, and even he held her hand and relaxed.

However, at this time, you can know through his wet palms that he was afraid that he would sweat in the pain.

Shang Weiye, what kind of man are you?

Or, who are you?

Could it be that person?

Jun Chenghuan gently placed his hand on the couch, lifted the old man's medicine box, and carried him out.

"Old sir, please here."

She kept sending the person outside the inn, giving him generous medical expenses, and then asked Zhang San to send the person back to the clinic.

At this time, the mess outside had been cleaned up, and even the blood on the ground was washed away with water, and there was no trace of fighting.

Even so, it cannot hide the thrillingness of tonight.

Jun Chenghuan frowned slightly as he smelled the bloody smell that gradually dissipated from the air, and raised his foot back to the room.

"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

As soon as I entered the room, I heard a weak sound coming from the couch.

Jun Chenghuan flashed to the couch and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Ye Weishang opened his eyes in a daze, "What a beautiful fairy sister, where am I? Am I dead?"

Jun Chenghuan: “…”

"Oh, my heart hurts so much..." Ye Weishang hurriedly covered the wound with a look of pain.

He shouted for a long time and found Jun Chenghuan, so he quickly bit his lip and said pitifully: "Princess, I'm thirsty."
Chapter completed!