God-level Refiner: Ghost King Pampering and Pampering Concubine

Chapter 33
As for the treatment of wounds, forget it.

"Why don't you believe me?" Yan Wuyou frowned slightly, looking at the two with displeasure.

She is the descendant of the family of medicine and poison, okay?Reluctantly, she appeared here only after encountering a hard time travel. Do you really think she is the good-for-nothing lady from before?

letter!Chunlan and Guizhi looked at each other, their eyes full of anxiety.

What do they say?

To be honest, it hurt the self-esteem of their young lady again.

Let's tell a lie, and I'm sorry for my conscience, I don't know what kind of experiment Yan Wuyou will do on them.

Yan Wuyou frowned, and immediately understood what the two of them were thinking, and pulled Gui Zhi over, only to hear a crack!
Gui Zhi's clothes were gloriously sacrificed by Yan Wuyou's hands.

Guizhi's back was already hot because of the injury, and as soon as the clothes were torn off, she felt a chill.

Before he could react, Yan Wuyou quickly opened the package Chunlan had prepared, took out a bottle of medicine, and inserted a silver needle into the medicine bottle.

Chunlan obviously stayed by Yan Wuyou's side all the time, but she didn't see how Yan Wuyou took out the silver needle at all.

Some doubted that Yan Wuyou's silver needle was always in his hand, and looked down at the silver needle in his hand carefully, and found that there was no way to keep the silver needle in his hand.

"Miss, this is..." Guizhi turned her back to Yan Wuyou, she didn't know what Yan Wuyou was going to do, but she could sense Yan Wuyou's anger.

Yan Wuyou obviously has no medical skills, but it seems that he wants to treat her injuries. Is this really okay?
Gritting her teeth, forget it, this is the eldest lady of their family, and no one can die anyway.

"Of course it's to heal your wounds. Do you think it's to see your spring?" Yan Wuyou said in a bad tone, and then unexpectedly pulled out a silk thread from the embroidery basket.

Chunlan was even more puzzled now, she didn't know what the silk thread had to do with healing wounds. "Miss, what are you going to do?"

Only at this moment did Chunlan realize that the silver needle in Yan Wuyou's hand had holes, just like ordinary embroidery needles.

The silk thread also penetrated into the needle hole, Chunlan was even more puzzled, could it be that Yan Wuyou was still unable to embroider at this time, but didn't Yan Wuyou say that he wanted to treat Guizhi?

"Of course it's treatment, maybe you think I'm going to embroider it!" Yan Wuyou said coldly, and then handed a clean handkerchief to Guizhi, "It will hurt, you bite first."

pain!Gui Zhi frowned and swallowed, Miss, I am in pain right now.

Gently took the handkerchief, but reluctantly put it in her mouth, before she could figure out what Yan Wuyou was going to do, a sharp pain came from the wound on her back.

An unprecedented pain!

A heart-wrenching pain!
A kind of pain that Guizhi felt could not happen, but was caused by Yan Wuyou's stubbornness!
A kind of heartache that Guizhi found out for the first time that Yan Wuyou actually treated her badly!
Chunlan watched in surprise as Yan Wuyou sewed up the wound on Guizhi's back.

It's not embroidery, it's like mending clothes!

The handkerchief in Guizhi's mouth fluttered to the ground, and the scream leaked from the cracks in her lips.

Chunlan just felt goosebumps all over her body, not to mention Guizhi, she couldn't stand the pain just looking at it from the sidelines.

"Stop screaming. I haven't been able to get the anesthetic yet, so I can only do it like this. The medicine has already been applied. This is the detoxification pill. You should take one first." I don't know how long it took for the wound to be healed. Yan Wuyou handed a red pill to Guizhi.

Guizhi was already collapsed, but she tried her best to raise her eyes to look at Yan Wuyou, then took the detoxification pill with trembling hands, and put it into her mouth without thinking.

It's not that she is not afraid of death, but she thinks that death may be better than life, at least death will not be so painful, and death will not be tortured by Yan Wuyou.

There was always a gloom in her dying eyes, which was vented from the depths of her heart.

"Miss, is this really okay?" Chunlan asked nervously after Yan Wuyou washed her hands and came back.

She has been by Yan Wuyou's side for the longest time, and she has never seen Yan Wuyou study medicine, let alone heard of such a treatment method in mainland China.

Seeing Gui Zhi's unattractive face getting uglier and hearing Gui Zhi's hell-like screams, she was really terrified.

Others might hear the screams and think that Guizhi was poisoned, but she saw with her own eyes that Yan Wuyou stabbed Guizhi's flesh with silver needles one by one, stitching Guizhi's wound like sewing clothes. sewn up.

"Of course, I will get some anesthetic later, Guizhi will be so painful, you take this first, give Guizhi one every two hours, if Guizhi has fever symptoms, give it to her Contains ginseng tablets." Yan Wuyou handed the detoxification pill to Chunlan again.

Fortunately, Chunlan was asked to buy a lot of medicinal materials today, holding the heavy package, she didn't dare to delay for a moment.

Chunlan's heart was full of doubts, but she didn't know how to ask, and she didn't know whether to ask, so she simply closed her mouth without saying a word, just watched Yan Wuyou enter the inner room.

Yan Wuyou lowered her eyes to look at the package in her hand, and then remembered that the old man Zizai had given her a Qiankun bag.

With such a good thing, why do you have to work so hard to hold it in your arms?

He took out the Qiankun bag, opened it, and looked inside, only to find that there seemed to be no much space inside.

Frowning slightly, he picked up a pack of medicinal materials and wanted to put it into the Qiankun bag, only to realize that it couldn't be put in at all, and the Qiankun bag in his hand was like an ordinary purse.

"Did Master lie to me? No, no, Master won't lie to me. Could it be that Master took the wrong thing when he gave it to me?"

Yan Wuyou was full of doubts, but he still didn't want to waste time, so he refined the anesthetic first, and went to the Huanyou Pavilion tomorrow to ask the old man Zizai.

In the quiet room, a small bronze tripod the size of an incense burner emits faint white smoke on the desk.

The white smoke brings out a strong and pungent medicinal smell, which is very unpleasant.

Yan Wuyou was busy at the desk, and kept putting the herbs on the desk into the cauldron one by one.

Fortunately, in modern times, she knew how to refine anesthetics, otherwise it would be really inconvenient in such a backward era.

There was a gentle breeze in the yard, and the leaves made a rustling sound. For a moment, a black figure stood there on the huge and mysterious trunk.

The man was well-built, well-dressed, and impeccably dressed.

Through the thick leaves, the bright moonlight could vaguely see his unique facial mask.

(End of this chapter)