Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

A meal ended in an unpleasant atmosphere.

Luo Yunran finally just drank half a bowl of porridge and ate a piece of rice cake.

He couldn't eat the rest anyway. Although dongjinlin didn't look good, he didn't say anything.

As soon as the meal here was finished, the servant who just brought the meal in came in and reported, "tell the Lord that general Han has come and brought a doctor. He said that it was ordered by the marshal to bring it to the Lord to see the injury."

Luo Yun ran was slightly stunned. "Are you hurt?"

Dongjinlin glanced at her, didn't answer, and directly said, "let them wait in front and say I'll come in a minute."

"Yes." the servant took the bowl by the way and stepped down.

Luo Yunran stood up and looked at him again. "How did you get hurt? I have cleaned up the MI Xiang in the room yesterday. They have prepared a back hand?"

Dongjinlin is well dressed. At first glance, it doesn't seem inconvenient.

"It's just a small injury." dongjinlin raised his right hand carelessly.

As he raised his hand, his sleeve slid down, and a wound could be seen extending from the wrist to the elbow, almost two inches.

Luo Yunran only glanced at it and found that the wound was very wonderful and looked very serious, but the direction and depth would not cause really serious obstacles. There was no injury to muscles and bones. It was a standard skin injury.

Dongjinlin said, "the marshal and several generals are injured. If I don't get hurt, it will seem too out of group."

Luo Yun Ran's mouth twitched twice and said to himself, your social circle is really special.

However, he took out a bottle of wound medicine and handed it over. "Although it's not serious, we should pay attention to it. Give you my unique wound medicine to ensure that there are no scars."

Dongjinlin sneered with disapproval, "it's just to leave a scar. Only when you leave a scar can you remember the injury you've suffered."

Luo Yunran's heart moved. His finger holding the medicine bottle shrunk and was about to take it back, but one hand took a step faster and grabbed the medicine bottle.

In an instant, the medicine bottle took off from Luo Yun's dyed hand. When the hand left, the slender finger still rubbed the palm of Luo Yun's dyed hand, leaving a subtle touch.

"But since you are so kind, I'll take it reluctantly." Dong Jinlin threw the wound medicine, gently caught it, put it into his sleeve, got up and left, "wait for me here."

Leaving such a sentence, people have strode out of the door.

Luo Yun ran shook the empty palm and sat back.

……

"General Han."

Dongjinlin called.

General Han quickly turned back when he heard the sound. When he saw dongjinlin, he perfunctorily arched his hand at him and hung a gauze around his neck. "I'm sorry, seventh Lord. My hand is not very convenient."

Dongjinlin smiled faintly, "it doesn't hurt." then the north and South Korean general made a "please" action.

I sat in the first place.

General Han sat down with a golden sword, like an old man, and said, "this is the best military doctor in our military camp. The marshal ordered him to come and see the seventh Lord's injury anyway, but we can't let the seventh Lord be neglected in our Northwest camp."

Then he turned and motioned to the doctor, "go and show the seventh prince."

The doctor is a middle-aged man in his thirties. He has a moustache and looks like a bamboo pole. It seems that he can fall down when the wind blows.

With a flattering look on his face, moustache bowed to dongjinlin, "villain, see the Lord."

As soon as dongjinlin raised his hand, he directly and generously exposed his injured arm. "It doesn't hurt me. I'll be all right in two days. Marshal youlao is still worried about it and specially asked the military doctor to go. However, I really can't use it here. I'd better ask the military doctor to take a look at other generals and treat those who need it more."

"Eh? The king's words are wrong." General Han changed his posture, leaned forward and looked at dongjinlin somewhat strategically. "Lord Qi, you are the most distinguished person in the northwest camp. If you can't ensure that you are safe, how can others be at ease? Let the doctor show you, Doctor Zhang." General Han winked at the mustache military doctor.

Moustache immediately came forward with the medicine box on his back, "Lord, let the villain show you!"

Dongjinlin pondered a little and stretched out his hand, "OK."

Moustache immediately put down the medicine box and carefully rolled up the sleeve of dongjinlin. After looking at it for two eyes, he kept "tut tut tut." the wound looks very deep! It's not careless. If you don't pay attention, you may be infected! "

Then he immediately opened his medicine box and took out two packets of medicine. "Villain, here are two packets of medicine, which can reduce swelling and pain, promote wound healing and have miraculous effects. This will help the Lord use it."

Then, without waiting for dongjinlin to answer, he immediately opened a bag and sprinkled the white powder on dongjinlin's wound.

When the powder touched the broken wound, the irritating pain made dongjinlin frown.

General Han didn't know when he arrived. He quickly pressed dongjinlin's shoulder. "Don't move around, Lord. It's inevitable that it will be a little uncomfortable to apply medicine, but Doctor Zhang's medicine is very effective. In order to make the wound better quickly, it's worth a little pain, don't you think?"

Taking advantage of General Han's conversation with dongjinlin, moustache immediately sprinkled the second package of medicinal powder and took dongjinlin's pulse, "Oh, is your pulse irritable, dry throat, bitter mouth and irritable recently?"

Dongjinlin pondered a little and nodded, "I'm really angry recently. It doesn't hurt."

"No, no," said the military doctor with a serious face, "at first glance, the disease of the Lord comes from foot Jueyin and liver meridian. But in fact, it comes from hand Shaoyin and heart meridian."

Dongjinlin frowned, "you said the king had a bad heart?"

General Han was immediately surprised. "Oh, this is a big event. It's not careless. Hurry up! Doctor Zhang Jun, see if you can cure the Lord!"

Moustache touched his moustache and said confidently, "don't worry, Lord. I'll prescribe two pairs of medicine for you. You can take it according to this prescription and you'll recover in less than half a month."

With that, moustache immediately took out the paper and pen in the medicine box and wrote down a prescription.

"I'll send someone to fill the medicine!" General Han grabbed the prescription and left.

Before he could take his hand back, he was held by a hand stretched out next to him.

General Han, who has been practicing martial arts for many years, didn't break free at once. Dong Jinlin was surprised. "General Han's hand is hurt and his strength is so great?"