Flourishing age's Medical concubine

Nangong Mo's face was also white. Then he understood why Wei Junmo sent Xiao Chun and Xiao Qianye away so quickly. If he dragged on, I'm afraid he couldn't hold it.

"How did you get so badly hurt?" Nangong Mo asked in a deep voice. She knows Wei Junmo's martial arts accomplishments, and elder martial brother is not a person without self-protection. Wei Junmo could be hurt so badly, which shows the difficulty and danger of the situation at that time.

Young master Xiange sighed and looked at his younger martial sister with some guilt. "Xiao Chun didn't know where to get the news that we had entered the mountain. He was surrounded and killed by a large group of people before he came out. It was lucky to be alive." that was really a large group of people. Young master Xiange had to admit that the royal family was the real local tyrant. At least if it's in the Jianghu, even if he killed someone's family, no one has the ability to make thousands of people to chase them. Moreover, there are not a few people with excellent martial arts. Many people think that people in the Jianghu have excellent martial arts and don't look up to the imperial court's many generals who only know some external skills. However, the imperial palace guards and even the pro guards of the Royal Palace should not be underestimated. It is said that it is not unreasonable to learn written martial arts and sell them to the emperor's house. There is another saying that the small is hidden in the world and the big is hidden in the dynasty. No one is sure how many experts are hidden in the hands of those who hold the money power.

"If it hadn't been for saving me, Wei Shizi wouldn't have been so badly hurt." childe Xiange was a little embarrassed. As a brother, he had natural hostility to the man who robbed his little martial sister. But this time, without Wei Junmo's desperate rescue, he might have been planted in the sunset mountain for half his life. Compared with Wei Shizi's life-saving grace, I usually seem to be a little timid about all kinds of runs on him.

Nangong Mo looked at Wei Junmo, who was sitting with his eyes closed, shook his head and said, "they are all our own people. Why do you say such polite words, senior brother? The injury of Jun mo..."

At this time, young master Xiange would not be stingy. He waved his hand and said, "take care of him and have a rest. I'll fill the medicine." if you really make the younger martial sister become a widow, master and martial uncle will surely kill him together!

Nangong Mo was relieved when master Xiange made a move. Zhan Yan said with a smile, "it's hard, elder martial brother. Don't worry about his injury?"

Young master Xiange waved his hand and said he was fine.

Back in the room, he took off his clothes and saw the injury on Wei Junmo. Nangong Mo couldn't help but take a breath. Not only the internal injury, the injury on Wei Junmo is also considerable. There were serious injuries on his shoulders and vest. Fortunately, Wei Junmo avoided the key in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. Even if there is no internal injury, just such trauma is enough for ordinary people to lie in bed and can't get up. However, Wei Junmo hurried back to scare away Xiao Chun and others, without showing a flaw. Even at this time, there was no pain on his cold face, which shows his outstanding endurance.

"Does it hurt?" Nangong Mo asked in a low voice. Somehow he felt blocked in his heart. My throat seems to be stuffed with something. It's difficult to speak.

Wei Junmo raised his head, looked at her pretty face, raised his hand and touched her cheek, whispered, "I'm fine."

"It's strange if it's all right!" Nangong Mo's men gently pressed it, and Wei Shizi immediately stiffened, obviously unable to afford the pain. Nangong Mo quickly let go and got up to find the commonly used medicine box. Wei Junmo sat on the bed and looked at her in a rare hurry looking for something in the room. A faint smile appeared on her cold face. After a while, Nangong Mo came over with a medicine box, carefully cleaned his wound, applied medicine and bandaged him.

"Thank you, Junmo." Nangong Mo whispered.

"Thank you for what?" Wei Junmo asked softly.

Nangong Mo sighed lightly, "if it weren't for elder martial brother, you wouldn't have been hurt so badly." with Wei Junmo's martial arts, even if his fists are difficult to defeat his four hands, at least there will be no problem in escaping. If it weren't for the string songs of his peers, it wouldn't hurt like this. Wei Junmo said, "he's your senior brother, isn't he? Don't thank me."

Nangong Mo smiled and said, "yes. However, you should be careful in the future. You are so badly hurt..."

Wei Shizi said, "if you don't save him, he will die. If there is another time, I won't do it if my life is not in danger." therefore, Wei Shizi really saved the life of young master Xiange.

"..." I don't mean that... Elder martial brother, I'm sorry. I hope you won't have a chance to take risks with Junmo in the future?

"Is the trauma finished?" outside the door, there was the voice of Childe Xiange. Nangong Mo looked back and said with a smile, "elder martial brother, come in quickly."

Not only did the young master Xiange come in, but also Qu Lianxing, who followed behind the young master Xiange. They both carried things. However, in the hands of master Xiange, there was a steaming soup filled with strong medicinal flavor, while in the hands of Qu Lianxing, there was a covered food. Qu Lianxing said with a smile, "the maidservant has prepared some food. The son of God and the young master of chord song must be hungry just now."

Wei Junmo is really hungry, but now even if Qu Lianxing makes delicacies, he has no appetite. The medicine from childe Xiange's hand has a wonderful taste, which has already exceeded the level acceptable to human beings. Wei Shizi has already experienced it. Wei Shizi felt that he would rather have his wounds healed naturally than ask childe Xiange to prescribe medicine for him.

Childe Xiange didn't seem to see Wei Shizi's ugly face. He smiled and handed the medicine to Nangong Mo's hand and said, "let him drink. Tomorrow's internal injury will be 30% better."

Nangong Mo is also a medical student. Naturally, he can determine what herbs are in it as soon as he smells the taste. Elder martial brother, it's true that he has paid for it. He turned around and handed the medicine bowl to Wei Junmo sitting on the bed behind him, completely ignoring Wei Shizi's refusal: as a man, it's wrong to be afraid of taking medicine.

Under his wife's eager eyes, Wei Shizi had to take the medicine bowl with a stiff look and drank all the medicine in one gulp.

"Alas?! be careful to burn......" Nangong Mo hurriedly reminded. Young master Xiange certainly knew why Wei Shizi did this. He coughed and said with a smile: "Mo'er, don't worry. At least I've been carrying it for so long. How hot can it be?" now everything is cold quickly in this weather.

As the younger martial sister of master Xiange, Nangong Mo never knew how hard his elder martial brother's medicine was to drink. First, because her own medical skills are not bad. If she is really ill, she can get some medicine by herself. Second, she seldom gets hurt. Naturally, she can't enjoy the soup made by her senior brother himself. Finally, even if the string song childe occasionally makes Soup for his younger martial sister, most of them are still controlled in the normal taste.

Wei Shizi's cold face twisted for a moment without trace and returned to the original calm. He put the medicine bowl on the short table beside the bed and glanced at Qu Lianxing standing aside. Qu Lianxing suddenly understood Wei Shizi's meaning, and quickly poured a cup of tea and sent it to him. The cold thick tea finally diluted the strange taste in his mouth. Only then did Wei Shizi's face get better and silently looked at childe Xiange. What I know is that he boiled the medicine to heal the wound. What I don't know is that he gave Shabu Shabu water. The strange taste is definitely beyond the description of normal people.