After seeing the wound, the little Haitang became calm and calm.
She picked up the liquor that Mr.
Gui had given her on the table to cheer her up, poured it on Mu Yunbai's chest, and then squeezed out the blood from the wound with her hands.
Whether it was because she was weak or because the flesh on Mu Yunbai's chest was too strong, Xiao Haitang couldn't squeeze out much blood even though she put in a lot of effort.
Xiao Haitang, who was slumped on the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, rolled his eyes, and thought about it, but then his cheeks suddenly turned red, just like the peach blossoms blooming in March.
She glanced at Mu Yunbai, who was still sleeping, and muttered as if trying to convince herself: "At this time, it's more important to protect men and women than to save people."
After saying this, she leaned down, pointed her small cherry mouth at the wound on Mu Yunbai's chest, sucked it down, took a deep breath, and then spat out a mouthful of black blood on the floor beside her.
After repeating this four or five times, the blood she sucked out finally turned back to its normal red color, so she poured wine on the wound again, and then took out her treasured golden sore medicine.
This golden sore medicine was hers.
As the only thought left to her by her father during his lifetime, she has never been willing to use it.
After carefully applying a layer of golden sore medicine, she dug out a piece of her Yuehua skirt from the suitcase.
After hesitating for a while, she tore off a strip of cloth about an inch wide along the hem of the skirt.
Then he helped Mu Yunbai tie up the wound carefully, and then pulled his brocade quilt to cover him.
After she finished all this, she realized that it was already dark.
Just when she was about to take a good rest, she heard the turtle man shouting in a low voice outside the door: "Little girl Haitang, please ask the person in the house."
Master, would you like to serve some food?"
Whether or not to put food on the table is a slang term in Wanhualou.
It is equivalent to asking the old men who come to visit the kiln if they want to add a clock.
If the answer is to set the meal, it means that the clock will be added, and then naturally more money will be needed; if the answer is to not set the meal, it means that the clock will be added.
It was a tactful reminder to them that it was almost time to get dressed and check out.
Xiao Haitang looked at Mu Yunbai who was still sleeping on the bed in embarrassment.
He couldn't get out of the room no matter what.
So she was cruel, loosened the rice bun on her head, pulled up the collar of her clothes, looked at the bronze mirror used for dressing, and plucked a red mark on her neck, then opened the door to a small seam.
"Why is Master Gui so anxious?"
Xiao Haitang imitated the posture of other kiln sisters leaning against the door, and looked at Gui Gongyi with a confused expression, "He is still in my room, are you afraid that he will run away?"
"How can I not?
I'm afraid that you will suffer a loss."
The turtle man stared at Little Begonia with fascination, thinking that this girl who had been exposed to the rain and dew was more energetic than before.
Then he asked pretending to be concerned, "What's your house?"
The man here is very considerate.”
Little Haitang sneered in her heart, and deliberately opened the door two more points, so that the turtle man could clearly see Mu Yunbai, who was still sleeping on the bed, and said, "He is kind to me, and he also said he would stay with me."
If you live in this house for ten days and a half, you won’t have to worry about it, Grandpa Turtle.”
After saying that, Xiao Haitang closed the door hard, and the turtle man realized that he was bored, and then cursed at the door: "Xiao Lang Hoo, I will make you crazy.
When you lose power, see how I serve you, grandpa
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