Nongmen's Charming Girl: The evil prince keeps chasing

Chapter 311 Are You Sick?

Qiao Zhigang burst into the sky with a scream.

Huangfu Zhilan's little hand trembled, and almost missed the needle.

"Shut up!" Huangfu Zhilan is one head and two big, what kind of weird general is this?
Two are afraid of ghosts, the other is afraid of needles, if word spreads, the soldiers at Tonglin Pass will not be laughed out of their teeth?

"Wind Doctor, can you be gentle?" Qiao Wenyu looked at Huangfu Zhilan worriedly.

"Big brother, you are blocking myna's sight. If myna can't see clearly, his hand shakes, and grandpa is knocked out, we have to do it all over again." Zhifeng's eyes were full of evil humor.

Qiao Wenyu was taken aback, and hurried to the side, uncle, Wenyu was powerless to help.

Qiao Zhigang groaned twice and shut his mouth, this kid must be taking revenge!

snort!
Congratulations, you got it!
Award three needles!

Huangfu Zhilan stretched out her hand, and Zhifeng accurately handed silver needles of different lengths and thicknesses to her hand.

Wulang, Nangong Jin and Situ Moyuan wished to stand beside the girl instead of Zhifeng.

Especially Situ Moyuan, in just a few days, Lan Er threw himself out of the sky?

Where did this kid come from?

No, it's a big matter, and I'm full of wives, let Feng Yi go and check it out...

Qiao Zhigang was physically and mentally exhausted from the pain of the past few days. After more than a dozen needles were inserted, his mind relaxed, and he fell asleep in seconds, snoring like thunder.

Everyone: "..."

How can you make such a mistake?
Qiao Wenyu was stunned. How could he not know his uncle's temper?This is complete trust in the wind doctor, without a trace of vigilance...

The eyes of the other soldiers were bright, and General Qiao's injury was obvious to all. He let out a sigh of relief.

It seems that Fengshen Doctor has some skills, which are not comparable to those warlocks in the past.

There is a shortage of doctors and medicines in Tonglin Pass, Fang Fushuai withholds medicinal herbs, no one dares to get hurt...

During this period of time, the Ninth Prince invited a traveling doctor outside, but the effect was minimal, scaring away several groups of people.

There are military doctors, but it's a pity that Fang Fushuai is the only one who follows suit...

Half an hour later, Huangfu Zhilan pulled out the last silver needle and treated Qiao Zhigang's chest injury.

The stab wound in the back has barbs, and the wound is black and poisonous. It is a miracle that he can survive until now.

Zhifeng tilted his head: "Brother, Mafeisan is not enough..."

The corner of Nangong Jin's mouth twitched, brat, is it not enough?
Huangfu Zhilan's eyes flickered slightly: "Tonight, if I prepare some more, I will wrong General Qiao..."

"..." Situ Moyuan's eyes flashed a hint of doting, Lan'er, you will never return on the road of learning to be bad.

Qiao Zhigang was awakened by the pain, his face was pale, and he endured the pain of scraping the bone.

Huangfu Zhilan didn't show mercy at all. Although Old General Qiao was admirable, he couldn't stand being confused and didn't know people clearly.

He had heard about the injury a long time ago, if he hadn't been tricked by Fang Fushuai, how could he have ended up like this?

Some people should have a long memory.

Qiao Wenyu opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, his own words were light, and the Ninth Prince had nothing to do with it. Mafeisan was a rare and in short supply medicine.

When it was dark, Huangfu Zhilan walked out of the tent with the support of Nangong Jin and Wulang, her face pale.

Zhifeng hugged the small medicine box and scolded at the side: "Brother, are you sick? Why don't you take care of your body?"

Huangfu Zhilan gave a weak smile, she really just saw it, she didn't see the soldiers injured and suffering, didn't eat lunch, fought continuously, treated the injuries of the disabled soldiers...

"Senior Brother Zimo, quickly take my starling back!"

(End of this chapter)