Gourmet Farm: Your Highness, I can't get enough to feed

Chapter 75 I Will Make Up For You
"After you wipe it off, I'll treat your wound for you!"

Yun Buhuan responded, carefully untied the clothes on his chest, looked at the blood-stained clothes inside, frowned in pain, wiped them with a towel, Zhao Xiaomiao looked up, and couldn't help seeing Yun Buhuan's actions , looking at the wound on his chest, lowered his head and continued to bathe Xiao Ai.

After Xiao Ai finished washing, Zhao Xiaomiao dressed her and put it on the kang. Looking at Yun Buhuan who hadn't finished it yet, she walked over and took his towel, "Let me help you!"

Yun Buhuan nodded, Zhao Xiaomiao looked at the pus and blood on the wound, and his face was a little ugly.

"Why is the wound getting worse? Otherwise, I will send you to the town to see a doctor tomorrow. If the wound is not treated well, it will be troublesome if it gets worse!"

Yun Buhuan shook his head, "It's okay, you can clean up the pus and blood for me and I'll be fine."

Zhao Xiaomiao looked at the dense sweat on Yun Buhuan's forehead, "Then hold on!"

Yun Buhuan nodded, squeezed out the pus and blood, wiped it clean, looked at the silent Yun Buhuan, and didn't know how he got hurt, and how badly he was hurt.

"Yun Buhuan, don't you have anyone you can trust? You are here with me, and I have no money. Your injury seems to be quite serious..."

"I can't leave until my injury heals!"

Yun Buhuan interrupted her and looked at Zhao Xiaomiao, "Don't worry, I will make up for you when I go out!"

When Zhao Xiaomiao heard the compensation he said, he blurted out and asked, "How much money are you going to give me?"

Yun Buhuan was stunned, and Zhao Xiaomiao waved his hand awkwardly, "Forget it, it's up to you!"

Clean up Yun Buhuan's wound, pour golden sore medicine on it, and bandage him up. Zhao Xiaomiao looked at Yun Buhuan's feet, "I'll treat the wound on your feet too!"

Reaching out to help him take off his shoes, Yun Buhuan quickly stopped him, "I'll do it!"

"It's okay." Zhao Xiaomiao grabbed his feet, "Actually, I am really grateful to you. Anyway, I saved your life, and you saved my life and Xiao Ai's. If it weren't for you, Xiao Ai and I I'm afraid it was eaten by a tiger long ago."

Yun Buhuan watched Zhao Xiaomiao carefully clean up his wound, staring at her, but Zhao Xiaomiao took off the gauze on his feet, looked at the red and swollen wound, his face was very ugly, how did the wound get better? No signs?
"Yun Buhuan, you are not allowed to go anywhere at home tomorrow!"

It is estimated that I will follow today, walking too hard and hurting my feet.

"I'll go get you my herbs!" She had to go to the market tomorrow, if she didn't buy some medicine, Yun Buhuan's feet would be broken, she didn't want him to lose his feet.

He took the picked herbs, crushed them and spread them on the wound, and bandaged them with gauze, but Yun Buhuan's forehead was already wet with sweat.

"go to bed early!"

Zhao Xiaomiao simply washed up, carried Xiao Ai back to her floor, closed the curtain and fell asleep with Xiao Ai in her arms.

The next day, just before dawn, Zhao Xiaomiao hugged Xiao Ai and put her beside Yun Buhuan, and went out with a scythe on her back. When she came to the wasteland area, she ran happily when she saw the cooing sounds coming from the forest. In the past, when I saw the pheasant that fell into the trap the most, I happily took the pheasant down, tied it up, threw it into the basket, and continued to set up traps. There were five traps in total, and three pheasants, one partridge, and Zhao Xiao Miao suppressed the excitement in her heart, set up the trap again, and hurried home to cook, planning to go to the market later.

(End of this chapter)