Fortunate to know Qing peach noodles

Chapter 372 Don't let her worry

Maybe it was because she was worried about her second uncle, Miao Jin, that every time Yin Jing took Miao Jin into battle, she would be very worried.

It's just that if she doesn't say it, no one will know.

Later, Yin Jing fought Qi Qi twice, and at dusk, Ming Jin withdrew his troops.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, which could not go away for a long time.

It is conceivable that the battlefield is full of corpses and rivers of blood, how terrifying it is.

This is how the two countries went to war, and the great achievements were built with countless blood and lives.

Here, only whoever wins and whoever loses, whoever dies and whoever lives, there is no right or wrong.

Wei Qing was in the camp, squinting his eyes to see Yin Cong withdrawing his troops and returning.

Once Qi Qi's barrier poison has a way to break, according to Yin Cong's style, it will be as powerful as a broken bamboo to fight Qi Qi.

With the joint efforts of Wei Qing and the military doctors, no matter how Qi Qi tried to use the barrier poison, it would not be able to cause much damage.

Wei Qing will then go to Yin Cong's tent to discuss with him the direct method of combating poison. Only after confirming the method of combating poison can our army go deep into the enemy's territory with peace of mind and expand the battlefield to Qiqi.

It's just that as soon as she entered, she happened to see Yin Jing standing by the wooden shelf, unhurriedly taking off her wristband, and unknowingly, winding bloodstains dripped out of her hand.

Yin Jing looked down at himself with an ordinary face, and then planned to wash off the blood in the basin.

However, before reaching into the water, Wei Qing didn't have time to think, and immediately walked over quickly and held his hand.

She was so close to him, and finally saw the faint wetness on the clothes on his arms, and the faint cold sandalwood on his body in the past had been replaced by a faint blood.

It didn't feel abrupt or pungent, as if he should be so cold and bloodthirsty.

But when Wei Qing looked down at the blood on his hand, he frowned and said in a hoarse voice, "The wound is open?"

Yin Jingtong responded to her in a low voice: "Maybe it is, it's all right."

It sounded like an intimate whisper between two people.

Wei Qing said: "Knowing that you are injured, you should try to use this arm as little as possible."

She asked Yin Zhen not to wash it in a hurry, but to show her first.

His injuries have always been taken care of by other military doctors, but she happens to be here right now, so it shouldn't hurt to take a look.

Then Wei Qing asked the soldiers to bring the medicine box from her camp.

She sat opposite Yin Cong, silent, holding his hand in her hand, and laying his whole arm flat to prevent the blood from dripping down.

Yin Jing loosened his wrist guard, and the corners of his sleeves spread out on his wrists. Wei Qing moved very lightly, and gently lifted the corners of his sleeves, revealing the scars on his arms.

She didn't take care of this injury, she didn't know what the wound was like, but when she saw that the white bandage was stained red with blood, Wei Qing subconsciously stretched her forehead.

She didn't even look at Yin Yan, and said coldly: "Why don't you call him a military doctor now? Dudu Yin thinks that his blood volume is limitless, can he let it flow without being wasteful? You still have to hang your arms to make it flow so badly." faster?"

Wei Qing said, supporting his arm with one hand, and undoing the red bandage on it with the other.

Yin Jing watched her expression quietly, and when she finished asking dissatisfiedly and the tent fell into silence for a moment, he whispered: "I didn't pay attention for a while when I was busy."

Wei Qing's expression has not eased. Logically speaking, Yin Yan's injury has been in the past for many days. Although the wound will not heal, it is still slowly scabbing and healing, and there should be no such amount of bleeding.

How much force did he have to use to collapse like this.

At this time, the soldiers brought the medicine box, and Wei Qing asked him to fetch clean water.After untiing the bandage, use it for cleaning the wound.

The soldiers put a basin of clear water in front of them, saying that Yin Cong's injury has been repeated repeatedly, and as long as he comes back from the camp once, his arm will be soaked in blood.The military doctor had come to re-bandage him a few times, and it still does.

Under the bandage, there was a layer of medicine, which obviously didn't have much effect.

However, even if the smell of medicine was mixed with the smell of blood, it couldn't hide from Wei Qing's nose.

She leaned over and sniffed the externally applied medicine, and suddenly her complexion was covered with a faint chill.

Almost everyone thinks that it is because Yin Zhen's arms are strong, and it is common for wounds to open when he exerts force.Before seeing the wound, Wei Qing also thought so.

But it is not.

She wiped her hands, got up straight, went to Yin Cong's desk, borrowed his paper and pen, wrote down a prescription, handed it to the soldiers and said, "Give it to Yilan, and let her take the medicine according to the prescription." fry."

Yin Jing's wound was red and swollen, and he was bleeding profusely. He could not only treat it externally, but also took it internally.

She came back to Yin Cong's side again, washed his wound, gently wiped away the blood around him, used homemade disinfectant to debride the wound again, and reapplied medicine to stop the bleeding.

The slender knuckles of his hand were slightly curved, resting on Wei Qing's hand, it was really pretty.

Wei Qing could also feel that he was holding her vaguely, with a faint strength.

It's just that her attention was all on Yin Peng's wound, and she meticulously applied the medicine to him, bandaged him properly, and said softly: "You can't use any more force in the past two days. The wound medicine is changed every day, and I will change it for you later."

Yin Xuan kept listening, lowering his head slightly.

Wei Qing couldn't wait for him to agree, and finally raised his head to look at him.Her forehead almost brushed against his lips, and Wei Qing realized that she was so close to him.

His breath suddenly intertwined with hers.

Wei Qing's heart was suffocated, he looked up a little, and asked, "Is Dudu Yin listening to me?"

Yin Peng's eyes were very deep, as if he wanted to drag her into the whirlpool, he said in a clear and deep voice, "Okay, you are a doctor, I will follow your orders."

Ming knew that he should stay away, his voice, his eyes, everything about him seemed to imply danger, the more dangerous, the more alluring.

But now even if someone doesn't let her worry, she can't really leave Yin Jing alone.

The bloody bandages in the tent were cleaned up, and then the soldiers brought meals.

Yin Jing stayed in Weiqing's tent for dinner.

Wei Qing wanted to refuse at first, but seeing Yin Cong's inconvenience with one hand, he sat down opposite him anyway.

It was his right hand that was injured, but he didn't care about it. He went to grab the chopsticks with his right hand. Under Wei Qing's eyes, he paused and switched to his left hand again.

Holding chopsticks in the left hand is not difficult for Yin Jing, but he is not used to it.

He used his chopsticks to pick the scallions in the dishes.

Before picking twice, Wei Qing moved his chopsticks and helped him pick out all the scallions.

In her physical and mental reactions, she felt that this seemed to be an all-too-familiar thing.

Yin Xuan looked at her fixedly.

Wei Qing glanced at him and said: "I guess there was a guy who didn't like this stuff before. I might have helped him pick it out, but now it's just that it's easy for him."

(End of this chapter)