413 The Long Night
Those scars one after another, under the dim light of the oil lamp, are dazzling and uncomfortable.

"Go and boil hot water, the more the better." Doctor Hong ordered, Qing Sang glanced at Zhao Yuanxiang, saw her nodding, and hurried to do it.

Doctor Hong took out a bottle of spirits, soaked a white cloth, and then covered Xuanyuanchen's wound to wipe it.

The liquor touched the wound, and Xuanyuan Chen, who was in a coma, couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

Zhao Yuanxiang secretly squeezed his hands and watched Doctor Hong's movements steadily.

After a while, there was another muffled snort.

Zhao Yuanxiang couldn't hold back, and said in a low voice, "Doctor, be gentle."

Doctor Hong responded, but he didn't know if he had lightened his movements. During the process of treating the wound, Xuanyuanchen groaned in pain several times.

Especially later, because the wound was so large that it required stitches.

Watching the thin needle pass through the flesh one after another, Zhao Yuanxiang was almost too nervous to breathe.

Xuanyuan Chen woke up from the pain once, and only opened his eyes to look around, and when he finally saw Zhao Yuanxiang, he fell into a coma again.

After finally treating his wound, Dr. Hong's forehead was covered with sweat.

He straightened up, took a long breath, and said: "Miss, the pavilion master's injury has been treated, but the injury is a bit serious, and he may have a fever tonight, so he needs someone to keep an eye on him all the time. If there is no fever, or the fever can subside , then the Pavilion Master's life is not in danger. The old man will not go back tonight, so he will wait here."

Zhao Yuanxiang nodded, coughed lightly to find his own voice, and then said: "There are two other people who were also injured, and they are next door. Doctor Hong, go and help them deal with it first."

After Qingsang finished boiling the hot water and brought it, he stood outside the door with his back facing the door, and said after hearing the words: "Doctor, please come with the servant girl."

Doctor Hong packed up the medicine box, and followed Qingsang to the side room.

Zhao Yuanxiang stood on the spot for a while, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and regained his strength.

It was obviously Xuanyuan Chen who was seriously injured, but she felt as if she was the one who was injured. She felt heart-piercing pains that almost suffocated her.

After slowing down, Zhao Yuanxiang realized that her underwear was already drenched with sweat, and even her hair was wet a lot, as if she had just stepped out of the water.

She moved slowly, went to the chair and sat down immediately, picked up the teapot next to her, lifted the lid directly, and took several gulps.

The already cold tea flowed down her throat and into her stomach, calming down her pounding heart.

Feeling recovered, she walked to the bed, pulled up the thin blanket on the inside of the bed and covered Xuanyuan Chen's body.

Because the injury was on the back, the bandage was wrapped around his waist countless times during bandaging. Although he was not wearing a shirt at this time, it was not much different from wearing clothes.

But he lost a lot of blood, and his body temperature will drop a little.Zhao Yuanxiang thought for a while, then took out a thicker quilt from the cabinet, and covered him together.

The quilt covered him directly under his neck, leaving only a masked face outside.

Zhao Yuanxiang hesitated for a moment, then took off the mask.

Anyway, it's not the first time I've seen it, so let's see it.What's more, the current situation is special, he has lost so much blood, he must be very thirsty, and needs someone to feed him water.And this thing can only be done by her.

Under the mask, Xuanyuan Chen's lips were indeed dry.

(End of this chapter)

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