When Yan Xiaomo heard King Lanling say that Li Bai was injured, he got out of bed, ran to the table, and turned on the light on the table.
She didn't know how King Lanling could see Li Bai's wounds clearly at night without lights. of.
Is it because he knows Kung Fu?
But she was also good at kung fu.
She really couldn't see Li Bai's wounds without lighting the lamp.
"Li Bai, where have you been?
How did you get hurt?
Was it because you were bullied by others?
Tell me and I will help you get revenge."
Yan Xiaomo looked at Li Bai's blood-stained clothes, her eyes filled with distress.
"Silly Xiaomo, I will not let those who hurt me live."
The implication is that those people have already become the dead souls of Li Bai.
"Then one day, if I hurt you, will you not let me live?"
Yan Xiaomo asked in a low voice, even though her own question would not arise.
"If such a day comes, I should be willing to let you hurt Xiaomo."
Li Bai smiled and suddenly saw that King Lanling was about to apply medicine to him.
He frowned slightly and said, "Let Xiaomo apply medicine to me."
Prince Lanling paused, threw the small bottle on the table, and snorted coldly: "You really think I'm rare in giving you medicine, do you?"
Yan Xiaomo didn't want to persuade these two men at all.
She had not forgotten that during the day, these two men worked together to bully her.
"Then just be patient."
Yan Xiaomo held the small bottle to the wound.
This was the trauma medicine that she got from Bian Que.
Its effect was thousands of times better than the trauma medicine in ordinary pharmacies.
It was rare to find.
This wound medicine does not leave scars on wounds.
If she lived in this dynasty for a long time, she would definitely cooperate with Bian Que to buy trauma medicine and make a fortune.
But with so many powerful men around her, she shouldn't have to worry about food and drink, but everyone has a dream of becoming a rich woman.
It's a pity that she won't stay in this era for long, so she doesn't want to make any money.
Who will spend the money she makes?
In modern times, there would not be such a good opportunity to make money.
Modern people have high needs, high vision, and high quality of life.
If they want to make money, they really have to be creative.
Yan Xiaomo carefully untied Li Bai's sleeve.
The wound was so deep that Yan Xiaomo was a little scared.
If it went down just a few centimeters, the bones inside would be damaged.
"Doesn't such a deep wound require a few stitches?"
Yan Xiaomo glanced in the direction of King Lanling and saw that King Lanling was drinking tea leisurely.
Hearing Yan Xiaomo’s question, he casually replied: “Don’t worry, such a wound can’t kill him.
It can’t be done.”
King Lanling's answer made Yan Xiaomo stunned.
It seemed that King Lanling was still angry.
"Xiao Mo, you don't have to ask him, just help me apply the medicine."
Li Bai didn't know if he had lost a lot of blood and his face was a little pale.
"Then just call me when you can't bear the pain anymore."
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After saying that, Yan Xiaomo began to clean the wound on Li Bai's upper arm.
He didn't know who could have injured Li Bai like this.
"Xiao Mo."
Li Bai's voice suddenly sounded above his head.
Yan Xiaomo stopped what he was doing, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?
Did I hurt you?"
Li Bai shook his head slowly.
"It doesn't hurt.
Why are you calling me?"
Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but roll her eyes at Li Bai, lowered her head and continued to apply medicine and bandage on Li Bai's arm.
"Xiao Mo looks so serious and beautiful."
He liked to see Xiaomo worried about him. oshow7: