The forensic princess is not easy to be!

Chapter 1001 Cheng Huan Ye Weishang 24 [Fanwai 188]

"Prick, prick..."

Hearing the sound of a sharp knife cutting flesh, Zhang San couldn't bear to watch, and turned his head away.

But Jun Chenghuan watched from the beginning to the end, but she didn't realize that during the whole process, she tightly clenched her fists.

It was as if the knife had been scratched on her chest.

She is nervous.

Finally, the old man cut off all the flesh hooked on the barb of the shearing head and peeled it off.

It's time to draw the arrow!

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

In fact, as early as when the flesh was cut, he had already woken up from the pain.

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

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

His endurance was beyond her imagination.

It was as if these pains were commonplace for him.

The moment his hands were clasped, Ye Weishang was slightly stunned, his eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

Immediately, he held her palm calmly.

He didn't expect that Jun Chenghuan, who had a cold face and a cold heart, could still be so gentle.

"puff--"

The old man pulled out the feathered arrow from his chest, and blood gushed out.

He didn't have time to dispose of the bloody arrow, so he hurried to stop Ye Weishang's bleeding.

However, there is a hand, faster than him.

The moment the arrow was pulled out, Jun Chenghuan had already applied medicine to the wound.

Seeing this, the old man was taken aback for a moment, then took the gauze and bandaged Ye Weishang's wound.

After dealing with everything, he wiped his sweat and said, "Just now, thanks to the quick response of the young master, he took the medicine in time."

"I didn't help much, the main reason is that the old man has excellent medical skills." Jun Chenghuan said, looking at the pale Ye Weishang on the couch, "How is he now?"

"As long as tonight is over, the fever will subside and he will be saved. I will prescribe a few medicines first, and I will pour him down later. The fever will subside."

"Thank you, old sir." Jun Chenghuan raised his hand and was about to send someone out when he realized that his hands were tight.

She forgot that her hand was still held by Ye Weishang.

Even at the moment when he pulled out the arrow, Ye Weishang didn't react at all, even when he held her hand, he was relaxed.

However, at this moment, one could tell through his wet palms that he was probably breaking out in cold sweat from the pain.

Shang Weiye, what kind of man are you?

Or in other words, who are you?

Could it be that person?

Jun Chenghuan gently put his hand on the couch, picked up the old man's medicine box, and lifted his foot to send him out.

"Old sir, this way please."

She kept sending him outside the inn, gave him a generous consultation fee, and then asked Zhang San to send him back to the clinic.

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

Even so, it couldn't hide the thrill of tonight.

Jun Chenghuan frowned slightly as he sniffed the bloody smell gradually dissipating in the air, and went back to his room.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

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

Jun Chenghuan flashed to the bed 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 pained expression on his face.

He shouted for a long time, found Jun Chenghuan, quickly bit his lips, and said pitifully, "Princess, I'm thirsty."

"Stop pretending?" Jun Chenghuan really didn't bother to talk to him.

　You read that right, Ye Weishang is the essence of drama~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)