The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Xiao Jiu has been looking after Guli for three days.

His favorite face became very rough, his eyes were covered with red blood, his eyes were blue and black, and his eyes were like a walking corpse.

He clearly saw that the boss was hit by an arrow. Why didn't he stop him? Seeing him silently pulling out his arrow and continuing to fight, he really thought it didn't matter. It's all right

Why is he such a bastard! If the boss can't bear to die, how can he live in this world!

A cool breeze blew into the military tent with the early morning water vapor. Song Fuwen came in haggardly, with layers of dry skin on his mouth, fire swelling on half of his face and pain in swallowing saliva.

Seeing Xiao Jiu's half dead appearance, song Fu Wenqi didn't fight at all. He raised his hand to beat him twice, put down his hand sadly, and only coldly ordered the medicine boy to drive out Xiao Jiu who was in the way.

He stumbled out of the military tent. Xiao Jiu ignored the dew on the ground and leaned aside with his legs. In a trance, he heard the soldiers' laughter.

Laughter? The leader of Xuanjia army is wandering on the line of life and death. Who is so bold and dare to laugh so happily at this time?

Spy, it must be a spy!

As soon as his brain was hot, Xiao Jiu took out the dagger at his waist and ran in the direction of laughter. He's going to cut these animals so that they can't laugh anymore!

After running on the grass for a period of Jiang qianxia, her trouser legs were wet and attached to her legs, but she didn't care so much about such a little trouble. She was surrounded by soldiers who were crazy about medicine and were having a headache.

"Stop laughing and push things into the camp!"

Jiang qianxia shouted in vain, asking where song Fuwen and Guli were, but the soldiers who had been repressed for many days saw Jiang qianxia's small face with sharp chin, and they couldn't stand to vent their depression accumulated in their chest these days.

The veterans laughed louder than one, and the recruits cried with soft legs. They stopped in front of the motorcade and blocked the road.

The poison scholar looked at this scene. He couldn't even shake the fan in his hand. He just held it up dry and stiff.

Feeling the delicate feelings of the soldiers and soldiers, Hong Tao beat his chest and woke up the poison scholar.

When she came to Liu Hongniang, who was dressed as a man, the poison scholar looked at these crazy soldiers with his eyes and asked, "is this the virtue of my most elite Xuanjia army?"

Liu Hongniang's eyes were slightly red. She stepped on the foot of the poison scholar angrily, and then scolded in his painful voice: "elm head, you can't see how high and special girl Jiang is in the Xuanjia army?"

Liu Hongniang really knows too much about human nature. The people who can let these fighting men vent wantonly can only be the people they are most willing to get close to and feel the least threat.

Jiang qianxia has long become the mascot of Xuanjia army. It's not embarrassing to cry in front of her!

I wonder how Jiang qianxia received these people's hearts. Liu Hongniang glanced at them inadvertently and saw a ferocious man with a dagger in his hand.

A warning scream reached her throat. Liu Hongniang saw Jiang qianxia fiercely push away the soldiers in front of her and run towards the man.

"Touch!"

They collided with each other firmly. Xiao Jiu held Jiang qianxia tightly and endured the grief for many days. Finally, there was a place to vent. She cried and howled silently with air sound, and her head was buried in the nest of her neck, like a child looking for her mother to act as a spoiled child.

Jiang qianxia showed his teeth when he was strangled. Xiao Jiu was comfortable crying with her, but he was still wearing hard armor, okay! She felt crushed by her armor!

Desperately waving for help, Hong Tao was the first to find something wrong with her. He hurried forward two steps, slipped Xiao Jiu's armor, and forcibly tore him off Jiang qianxia.

He fell into a somersault. Xiao Jiu wiped his face with tears, choked at Jiang qianxia and said, "go quickly, boss, boss, he..."

"Dead?!" Jiang qianxia screamed with wide eyes.

"... no, no, just..."

Before Xiao Jiu finished, Jiang qianxia kicked him angrily and stumbled away in the direction of his fingers.

She was scared to death. She thought she was late. It's better not to die. Trauma is better than internal injury. As long as she hasn't died, she has the hope of saving him!

Other Rangers spontaneously withdrew when they saw Xuanjia army, leaving only Hong Tao and his three helpers.

Seeing Jiang qianxia running fast, the three immediately resisted liquor and injury medicine and followed up.

Roaring into the military tent, just in time for song Fuwen to open Guli's wound.

Looking at the ferocious wound on Guli's shoulder, Jiang qianxia breathed, almost blackened and fell.

"You're here at last."

Song Fuwen said with a tragic smile, "I think my medical skills are not bad, but just hanging on to his life, I used up what I have learned all my life. Fortunately, I've waited for you. You can save him, can't you?"

The arrow that hit Guli was extremely vicious with a barb. When Guli pulled out the arrow on the battlefield, he also tore the wound completely, which made it difficult for song Fuwen to stop bleeding. As long as Guli moved a little in pain, the fragile wound was likely to crack again.

In the midsummer of the grassland, when there is plenty of rain, it is wet and hot. There is no excess wood to cut down and temporarily set up a stronghold. Guli can only lie in the damp and muggy military tent and cover the wound with inflammation.

Inflammation leads to redness and swelling of the wound. The whole shoulder is high and bulging. The red is bright. The yellow water flows down. If you don't change the sheets for a while, you can wet one and become sticky after a while.

The red face can see that Guli is having a fever. Because of the pain of his body, Jiang qianxia is distressed by the fragility of this man who is like a mountain on weekdays.

Quickly check Guli's body. Jiang qianxia's nervous hands tremble slightly, trying to force himself to calm down.

"His injury led to low fever, inflamed wound and anemia with continuous blood flow. The situation is very dangerous."

Without the intention of discussing with song Fuwen, Jiang qianxia said to himself, "he is not dead yet, which shows that his hematopoietic function is barely able to support. Therefore, the top priority is to thoroughly clean his wound and suture it."

"Then take anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs. After stabilizing the situation, give him blood transfusion to accelerate the healing of the body itself."

To clarify his thinking, Jiang qianxia commanded Guli's personal guards in a vigorous manner, set up the dry tents they brought, shoveled off all the lawns on the ground and sprinkled a thick layer of lime for drying and insect prevention.

When the new ward was ready, Jiang qianxia found the 70 degree spirits distilled by Jiang's second road and carefully cleaned the wound.

The stimulation of liquor made Guli tense up in his coma. Jiang qianxia hardened his heart and cleaned up the wound. Then he looked at Song Fuwen with expectation and said, "doctor song, do you have any anesthetic in the army?"