Staring at Qiqi with a thin sweat on his face, Wuming said helplessly: "When you are tired, you go to the side to rest. Why are you still trying to do anything?"

After playing the piano for more than two hours, using mellow internal strength for each finger, how can you not be tired?

The blushing face was not caused by shyness or something intimate with Chu Xuanchi just now, but by fatigue.

She was still breathing with a low breath, which made him feel a little sad.

"After the sound of the piano dissipates, the medicine man will wake up soon. I don't know what chaos will happen at that time. The medicine man over there has been taken the second antidote, and it will be faked to die soon..."

There are really many things waiting for her. She doesn't have much time to say that they are not trying to blame him, but just want to tell her not to waste time on meaningless struggles.

Wuming knew what she was referring to, and even Chu Xuanchi stared at the medicine people who were still tied up and sat on the ground for a moment, for fear that someone would suddenly break free from the rope and jump up. From a distance, he could still see the cold and hard figure passing between the medicine people.

He withdrew his gaze, feeling a little guilty in his eyes: "I'm sorry."

Everyone was busy, only him, still sitting here enjoying her service.

But he knew that according to her temperament, if she didn't let her treat the wound, she would be extremely uneasy even if she left.

Since she can't persuade her to leave, it's better to give up struggling, so as to save her some energy and time.

Seeing her taking out a small bottle of medicine and taking out the syringe, he said indifferently: "I can bear this pain without using this anesthetic."

"What nonsense?" Qiqi glanced at him and still wanted to put the slender needle on the needle.

Wuming stretched out his big palm to cover the back of her hand, his voice was very light, but he was firm: "I need to be awake without this thing."

Although the injury caused him to get exhausted a lot of energy, if he really had to do so, he still had some ability to protect her.

It's getting dark, and this forest farm will be full of crises tonight. How can he let his consciousness disappear?

Qiqi understood his concerns, but...

"The injury is on the shoulder. If you don't use anesthetics, you have to bear the pain of scraping your bones." Most people will feel uncomfortable even if they think about it, let alone bear it yourself?

He really thinks his superman, or is he like these medicine men, not knowing the pain?

"No, just do it, hurry up." Wuming let go of her little hand, took the initiative to untie the cloth bandaged on her shoulders, and pulled the outer clothes and underwear apart.

"I'll do it, don't move this arm anymore." Qiqi put away the syringe and anesthetic, put his arm back, carefully took off his clothes, and exposed his injured shoulders.

The wound on her shoulder didn't look big, but she knew how serious the injury was.

Being hurt by scraping bones...

Even though she was the one holding the knife, her heart couldn't help but tremble, but she quickly suppressed her emotions and tried to calm down the slightest disorder.

Washing and disinfecting the wound, and looking at him again, his handsome face was still clear, but due to the stimulation of the disinfectant, a little sweat began to seep slightly from the forehead.

"It's okay." Wuming looked down at her, and saw a little reluctance in her eyes. For some reason, the pain from the wound seemed to have dissipated a lot in an instant.

At this time, I suddenly wanted to expose her in my arms and imprison her hard. And because of her reluctance, she pursed her two thin lips tightly.

But he finally pulled back his extra mood when he almost lost control. His voice was hoarse, but clear: "Take it."

"If you can't stand it..." Qiqi bit her lower lip, tightened the scalpel on her fingertips, and suddenly took out a clean towel from the bracelet of the heaven and earth.

"Take it aside." Wuming's pupils closed and he wanted him to bite the broken thing in front of her. He would rather bite his silver teeth into pieces.

"I just wiped you sweat, what are you thinking?" After she said that, she really wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Although she really planned to let him bite him in her mouth, she was afraid that the arrogant first killer would not be able to let go of her dignity. She sighed, put down the towel, and looked at his wound again: "I'll ask again, do you want anesthetic? It's okay now... OK, don't move around later."

Under his sudden cold gaze, she took back all her pity and looked at his wounds. Her eyes had calmed down. In the calm, there was even a coldness that would often appear when it moved the knife.

The surgeon must never bring his emotions into work, otherwise it is very likely that the consequences will be a life.

The tip of the knife is pressed against the skin and slowly cuts into the flesh...

Qiqi's swordsmanship was so skilled that he was perfect. In just two incense sticks, the bullet fragments left on the wound were not only taken out, but even the wound was sewn and bandaged and cleaned up.

When I looked up again, I saw Wuming's face was as pale as paper, but the medicine man not far away began to get upset. Qiqi couldn't take too much thought to feel sorry for this stubborn man.

After taking mineral water and anti-inflammatory drugs, he gave him some more pills. She packed up her things and said softly: "It's getting dark, I have to go to the wooden house. Do you want to follow me to find a room to rest?"

Wuming just nodded and didn't speak. The severe pain had not completely dissipated. He was a little... unable to speak.

Of course, following her is not to find a house to rest, but... he will go wherever she goes, at least, he will see her well with his own eyes.

Qiqi took a towel to wipe off the new round of cold sweat, and whispered: "I'll go back and wait."

He stood up and walked towards Chu Xuanchi.

When the person came to Chu Xuanchi, he had not had time to speak, there were two already cold buns in front of him.

It was getting dark, let alone dinner, she had never touched lunch. Although the buns were cold, she had a sharp increase in appetite.

"Where are you?" she asked when she saw Dongfang Ming and his brothers distributing buns.

"Take it." Chu Xuanchi looked at her, his eyes still a little cold. He stared at her and bit the buns with big mouthfuls. The coldness in his eyes dissipated a little.

Qiqi let out a breath, this guy... was still so domineering, but the bun was sweet when it was eaten.

"Actually, I'm short of food at all." She took a pack of biscuits and stuffed them into his arms. She unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a few bites to her before she got to his lips.

Chu Xuanchi finished drinking in one breath and felt a little unfulfilled.

He hasn't actually drunk a sip of water all day long.

Qiqi took out another bottle and stuffed it into his hand, "Don't lie to me, so you won't ask Dongfang Ming for two servings. I'll eat yours, and you can take mys to eat."

"Go over." Chu Xuanchi stopped looking at her and turned around and continued walking among the medicine men.

Qiqi behind him said softly: "You must pay attention to safety, if you are injured..."

"I have an antidote." He said lightly.

Qiqi's heart was sore, and he couldn't help but look at him for a few more times before turning around and returning to Wuming, swallowing the last bite of the bun: "You have just moved the knife, and you are still very weak now. Don't eat those hard things first. I'll hang a bottle of glucose for you later, and I'll get you something later."

Wuming doesn't speak, but she doesn't need to help him, he can leave by himself.

The two walked towards the wooden house. As Qiqi expected, the people who had taken the antidote twice were bowing their heads one by one, and had already entered a state of fake death.

More than thirty doctors were waiting there, and no one dared to take the lead without Murong Qiqi's explanation.

Qiqi helped Wuming to sit under a tree not far away because he was unwilling to go into the house to rest, so she could only hang a dandruff on the branches and let him have an infusion here.

She walked up to a group of doctors and knew that they were all carrying silver needles, and said, "I don't know how many of you have learned this needle method. If not, you might as well watch it carefully first."

In front of them, she used the acupuncture method on one of the medicine men, and soon blood overflowed along the silver needle. At first, the blood was a little dark, but later it turned dark red.

Although it is obviously still carrying toxins, it is much better than before.

The doctors looked carefully one by one. Even when they saw her prickly needled her at first, they felt suspicious, and after seeing the medicine man slowly recovered from his false death, the doubts in his heart were completely eliminated.

The medicine man reacted, but he had not woken up completely. Qiqi showed it several times in front of the doctors before they started to take action.

As for Mu Xinru, Xiao Yuer and the others, after Qiqi and the doctor gave the injection to the doctor, they moved the medicine man who had been shot to a wooden house not far away, so that they could rest in the wooden house that had been cleaned up.

After all, dozens of doctors have been practicing medicine for many years. Once promoted, they all got started very quickly. Not long after, Qiqi let them do it. She held the silver needle herself and was unwilling to waste a moment of time, so she gave the medicine man acupuncture with them.

"Miss Murong, I really admire you for your achievements at such a young age." Not far away from her, the old doctor who was applying acupuncture to another medicine man like her asked with a smile: "I wonder who Miss Murong is acupuncture master?"

It is really impossible for a capable person to live by death. Everyone is studying medicine and has a strong sense of hot pillow for specializing in medical research. He is even more curious about experts.

However, when Qiqi was asked this, he suddenly became a little dazed.

Who did she teach her acupuncture? Why did she even forget it?

She really couldn't remember it, just like there was a memory in her life that had been pulled away. Before she met Mu Chu, she had already understood some acupuncture techniques and some traditional Chinese medicine methods. She was not proficient in it because she had not been learning the art for a long time.
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