The reborn general girl is the emperor

Just put frostbite ointment on Yan Qing's hands, and Guo Jia's hands were stained blood red.

Gritting his teeth for a while, Guo Jia finally opened his mouth, "Call out if you feel pain, there is nothing shameful..."

As soon as Guo Jia raised his head, the words suddenly stuck in his throat.

That already pale face was now adding a layer of blue-gray, and the lips that were bloodless were bitten at this time, and a touch of bright red was spotted on the pale complexion.

If it wasn't for the fine beads of sweat constantly oozing from that face, she would have thought it was a paper mask.

Seeing himself looking up at her, the man who was biting his lips tightly and his face was distorted, but still managed to pull out a smile, his lips moved slightly, but before he could say anything, he pursed his lips tightly again.

"Don't read it if you can't stand it, and deal with the matter at hand."

In the end, it was Hong Zhuang who spoke behind Yan Qing, "Don't put tears and snot on the general's wound, it will increase the chance of inflammation."

After being reminded by her, Guo Jia realized that tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Seeing that he had lost the blood-stained dagger, his brows were tightly locked and he was pinching up his red makeup, Guo Jia suddenly turned his face away, wiped his face with his sleeve indiscriminately, lowered his head and continued to serve Yan without saying a word. Qing put the medicine on her hand, but Hong Zhuang asked in a softened voice, "Do you want to sleep first?"

It's really uncomfortable to hear!

Guo Jia handed a roll of bandages to her mouth, "It will feel better."

These words were in reply to Hong Zhuang's words, "I will wake up from the left to the middle."

Five or six pairs of eyes fell on the doctor who was taking the pulse. Seeing his frowning, everyone was concerned.

Before Qiusang called the doctor, Caiwei first brought the antipyretic medicine.

The expected most troublesome high fever could not be avoided after all.

All she knew was that Yan Qing was still awake when Hong Zhuang closed the needle, and he never cried out of pain or moaned during the period.

Sniffing his nose, swallowing and choking his throat, Guo Jia raised his head and showed her a smile that was uglier than crying but unconsciously said, "I'll carry it with you. It's what I said at the beginning. You don't like it now." Am I tired?"

Yan Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, seemingly helpless.

"So be it."

From the moment Hong Zhuang started, Guo Jia kept her head down and focused on rubbing Yan Qing's frostbitten hand, taking medicine, debridement, and bandaging.

Fortunately, he is still the elder Yan Qing, what are you talking about?It seemed that Yan Qing was going to die.

In the end, it was her who was supposed to comfort others and was enlightened by the comforter, "Mulao's medicine contains analgesic ingredients. I have been taking it for a long time, and my perception of pain is lower than normal people. It’s as difficult as I thought it would be.”

Fortunately, except for the knife wound on the back, the others are basically small wounds, which can be bandaged with medicine.

After hastily waking up Qiu Sang, who insisted on guarding her, and asked her to find the doctor beside Qin Muzhen, Guo Jia hastily dipped the handkerchief with the strong wine she had prepared earlier, and wiped Yan Qing's forehead Heat dissipation.

Guo Jia knew that Yan Qing was doing it for her own good, and wanted to dismiss her, fearing that she would feel bad.

Just as Guo Jia woke up Yan Qing who was in a daze from fever and drank the medicine, Qiu Sang rushed over with the doctor and Qin Muzhen.

Even so, when all the wounds were finally treated, Yan Qing's whole body was mostly wrapped in bandages.

But at this moment, Yan Qing's hands and feet were frostbitten, and they were all wrapped in medical bandages, and her back was the most injured part. For a while, there was no other way to help her dissipate the heat from her body.

What Yan Qing said was the truth.

But the doctor didn't answer his question, instead he looked at Hong Zhuang and Yan Qi, and asked, "Did the little general take any other medicine before?"

Looking at the scars on Yan Qing's body that were still exposed even though half of his body was wrapped in bandages, Guo Jia really realized that even if he hadn't changed his life against the sky, this person in front of him was still desperately living.

Turning to look at the person lying on the bed, Guo Jia was relieved to see that her chest was still heaving.It's just that the tone hasn't completely dropped yet, when the supervisor sees her blushing, he raises it again.

Even Hong Zhuang and Yan Qi, who were already preoccupied with themselves, also gathered in Yan Qing's room one after the other.

"You are also shocked, go down and rest first."

Guo Jia paused for a moment, but Yan Qing grabbed her fingertips and squeezed.

It's just that when she raised her head again, the weak breathing of the person in front of her became lighter.

But Guo Jia pinched her hand instead and shook her head, "In the future, I will definitely experience more dangerous things than this, and I will definitely see more miserable situations than what I have seen before. If I run away everywhere, what can I do?" thing?"

Yan Qing followed her wishes, bit the bandage in his mouth, and nodded, indicating that Hongzhuang could start.

Judging by the effectiveness, the composition may not be low.

Yan Qing was not the only injured person lying in the posthouse, so the fever-reducing medicine had been simmering on the stove.

Hearing these words, Guo Jia's heart tightened again, his eyes fell on her hands and he dared not look up, but he thought of her bitten lip again.

As soon as these words came out, Guo Jia immediately stared.

In this case, the same method should be used to wipe the hands, feet and back of the heart, and the effect will be the best.

But Guo Jia only thought she was comforting herself, pursed her lips without saying a word, and quickly changed the water with her hands and feet, and helped Hongzhuang clean her wound and apply medicine to bandage it.

Although she said so, she also understood that it was impossible to alleviate anything, it was just to prevent Yan Qing from biting his tongue unconsciously.

This time seems to be very short, it just passed in the blink of an eye, but it seems to be very long, enough for her to accomplish so many things clumsily.

In the end, it was Qin Muzhen who asked first, "Can you save me?"

The low voice was unbearably hoarse, but he tried hard to be smooth and soft.

With such entanglement, she fell asleep unconsciously, but woke up suddenly in the middle of the night.

Afraid that someone would sneak into the posthouse, Caiwei and Qin Muzhen's subordinates kept guarding in rotation, not daring to miss a moment.

After taking Mu Lao's medicine for a long time, not only did she become insensitive to pain, but even her emotions became calm and less prone to ups and downs, all because Mu Lao prescribed pain-relieving and calming ingredients in the medicine.

She didn't dare to pant loudly, fearing that any louder noise would completely stop the weak breathing sound.

After Yan Qing drank the medicine and fell asleep, Guo Jia leaned against her bedside, looked at her frown that was still frowning even though she was asleep, and wanted to reach out to smooth her out, but was afraid of waking her up.

It's just that after he got the pulse, he didn't speak for a long time. Guo Jia's forehead was sweating with anxiety, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear of hearing some bad news.

"Bite this."

Hong Zhuang nodded, "It's a medicine prescribed by an old man with great medical skills. It has been ordered in advance, and it won't conflict with ordinary medicines. I've seen your antipyretic prescription, and there are no medicines that conflict with it. .”

The doctor nodded, "The old gentleman does have some tricks."

"What's wrong with people?"

Qin Muzhen heard that he didn't talk about the main point for a long time, so she couldn't help asking again, "Just tell me what you have."

There is always a feeling that if you continue to write, you will lose the heroine...