Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

Chapter 463, Prescription

After sitting in a bullock cart for two or three hours, and finally arrived home, Qin Zhi's wound opened again, and Feng Qingluo felt a little distressed.

While changing her dressing, she babbled, "I told you to be quiet and don't listen, it must have happened when you got off the car! Tell me, why don't you love yourself so much!"

Qin Zhi was satisfied to see her anxious.

"I'm a big man, how can I behave like a woman? It will be fine if the wound is opened and treated. Why are you in a hurry?"

Seeing him smiling, Feng Qingluo gritted her teeth angrily, "I'm not in a hurry! It's not me who hurts you, why should I be anxious?"

Qin Zhi grabbed her hand, "Do you really feel bad?"

Feng Qing wanted to shake off his hand in frustration, but also considered that he was an injured person, what if the back injury was made worse by using too much force?
She didn't dare to move, but Qin Zhi was even more aggressive. He didn't dislike the dirty hand that was holding her, and even kissed her a few times.

Feng Qingluo: "...Do you want to change the medicine? If not, I'll go cook!"

In fact, Yan Yi was already busy in the kitchen at this moment.

He is a hard worker who never rests for a moment.

"Yes, Luoluo, if you don't change my dressing, are you planning to make me die of pain? Do you know that this is called murdering your husband?" Qin Zhi now probably doesn't remember how cold he used to be in front of Feng Qingluo. up.

"Then why don't you sit down honestly!" Feng Qing wanted to punch him angrily, but she didn't dare to do it.

At this time, Bai Jingxing had already left Luoxia Village, and old doctor Chen's medical skills were limited, so he had sent someone to rush to invite the old Taoist priest.

And before the old Taoist came, it was necessary to ensure that Qin Zhi's wound would not get worse.

At this moment, Feng Qingluo treated his wound carefully, her movements were as gentle as a feather passing by, for fear of hurting him.

Qin Zhi lay lazily on the bed with a ridiculous idea in his mind.

The injury is pretty good, firstly, the lady can't care about getting angry with him, and secondly, she can take this opportunity to ask some conditions that are usually impossible to agree to.

The more he thinks about Qin Zhi, the more excited he becomes, his big eyes turn and turn, and he has already started to think about what kind of benefits he wants to seek from Feng Qingluo's side.

Feng Qingluo didn't know that she was already missed, she was still eagerly treating his wound, her heart ached so badly, she asked again after a while, "Does it hurt you? Did I hurt you?"

Fortunately, the old Taoist was very good this time, and he rushed back that night. Feng Qingluo was finally relieved to have him show Qin Zhi's injury, and quickly gave him the seat.

The old Taoist lifted up his clothes and unwrapped his bandages. Seeing the deep bone wound, he couldn't help but also changed his expression.

"How did you get hurt so badly!"

Wen Yanfeng lightly raised her heart in her throat, the old Taoist priest's medical skills were comparable to Bai Jingxing's, he said it was serious, then it must be very serious.

"Master Dao, hurry up and find a way to heal him, he lost a lot of blood today!"

With a pale face, Feng Qingluo used another excuse to go out and pour Qin Zhi a bowl of spiritual spring water.

When Qin Zhi saw "sugar water" again, his expression was very strange. He had already drank a lot!After waking up from Heixiong Ridge, Feng Qingluo gave him sugar water every once in a while, and now he felt that his stomach was full of water and swollen.

But Luoluo had good intentions, and he couldn't refuse, even if she cried again, it would be quite embarrassing!

So he gritted his teeth and drank another bowl. When he swallowed the last sip, it almost popped out again.But when he saw Feng Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that the "sugar water" was worth drinking.

After seeing Qin Zhi's injury, the old Taoist went to see medicine, and finally found that his return trip was too much, and there was no chance for him to perform.

"Daozhang, how is it? Does this wound need to be treated again?" Feng Qingluo asked anxiously.

The old Taoist shook his head, "No need, the patriarch's medicine is much better than the old Taoist's, just use these." After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Your medicine was given to you by Master Ling?"

(End of this chapter)