"It hurts a little, bear with it."
After Li Zhige finished treating the open wound, he looked worriedly at Xuanyuan Youchen, who was already sweating profusely, with admiration and concentration in his clear eyes.
Xuanyuan Youchen nodded slightly, his star-like black eyes flashed with a hint of perseverance, and then he slowly closed his eyes, his thick sword eyebrows showing an unwillingness to admit defeat, and even though most of his clothes were wet, he did not make a sound.
Li Zhige wrapped the sheet around Xuanyuan Youchen's wound.
After wrapping it a few times, it was suddenly tightened.
The muscles in his legs were tied together so hard that you could even hear the sound of bones.
After exerting all his strength, he finally managed to treat the wound by applying pressure to stop the bleeding.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and motioned to Zixiao to slowly lower his leg.
Zi Xiao walked towards the bedside with some worry and called out anxiously: "My lord" Xuanyuan Youchen slowly opened his eyes, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead slowly flowed down his angular cheeks, and a slightly hoarse voice came: "It's okay."
Li Zhige picked up the dagger on the side, walked to the candle on the side, and it burned slightly red.
He joked slightly relaxedly: "Don't worry, you won't die."
The corners of Zi Xiao's mouth twitched involuntarily, why was the tone so familiar, and he just stared at this breathtakingly beautiful woman in a daze.
There was no thought in his mind as he turned over and over again.
Where on earth had he seen this woman?
Xuanyuan Youchen stared at Li Zhige's Zixiao, his face darkened, and he snorted dissatisfiedly.
Knowing that something was wrong, Zi Xiao hurriedly withdrew her gaze and stood respectfully beside Xuanyuan Youchen, waiting for instructions.
A few evil smiles flashed at the corner of Li Zhige's mouth.
It was really ridiculous that this man was kept in the dark.
He walked back to Xuanyuan Youchen's side and cut his left wrist with a sharp blade.
Blood flowed rapidly down his hand.
Li Zhige's blood fell on the wound that Xuanyuan Youchen had just bandaged.
The drops of blood on the snow-white sheets were particularly dazzling.
They gradually soaked into the sheets and blended into the bound wounds, giving a wonderful soothing and cool feeling.
"It turns out it's you."
Zi Xiao finally understood.
It turned out that this woman was the black-faced aunt.
He had seen her use her own blood to make the master who had a headache fall asleep easily at Mingyin Temple.
"My good madam, you are too slow to recognize me until now," Li Zhige joked.
After neatly handling the wound on his wrist, he looked like you would come if you have the ability.
Zixiao was so angry that he was filled with anger. trembling.
"You" don't know how to evaluate this weird woman.
"Zixiao" Xuanyuan Youchen stopped the two of them from choking with a cold voice, "Go and see if the medicine is ready."
Zixiao glared at Li Zhige fiercely and exited the room unwillingly, "Yes, my lord."
Li Zhige looked at Zi Xiao's aggrieved expression and couldn't help laughing.
Xuanyuan Youchen's sharp deep eyes like a falcon glanced over, and Li Zhige smiled coquettishly.
It would not be good to bully his subordinates in front of the master.
It would be too disrespectful to someone.
"Come here."
Xuanyuan Youchen's face was cold, with a bit of anger in his brows, and Li Zhige was slightly surprised.
Although she bullied Zi Xiao, didn't she also save his life?
This guy was too stingy.
"What are you doing?"
Li Zhige walked to the bedside confidently.
She was so powerful in front of such a powerful person that she would not lose.
Xuanyuan Youchen took Li Zhige's injured left hand, examined her wound carefully, and asked with gentle concern: "How is your hand?"
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Li Zhige's heart instantly warmed up.
You had a conscience and unconsciously pulled out the wrist he was holding, pretending not to care and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury."
After Xuanyuan Youchen confirmed it, a very thin wound loomed, but he held it tightly and refused to let go.
He raised his deep black eyes and said, "Why do you do this?"
Li Zhige was slightly startled, why?
"Disinfection" Li Zhige answered his question professionally, but his eyes were filled with anger and he held her hand even tighter.
His eyes were like icy pools, with an aura that made you feel like you were in the twelfth lunar month of winter.
The coldness made you shiver.
His magnetic voice came coldly: "You are not allowed to hurt your own body while treating others."
Li Zhige was particularly touched by the harsh and ruthless voice.
At this time, he actually cared about himself first, but did not mention his injury at all.
"The wound has been bandaged, the bleeding has stopped, and the fever will subside after drinking medicine."
Li Zhige hurriedly changed the subject, "And you need to stay in bed for half a month.
If something goes wrong again, it will be difficult for the gods to save you. ” Xuanyuan Youchen slowly let go of Li Zhige's hand, with a look of disdain on his face, "I can't bear to stay in bed for half a month."
As soon as Li Zhige heard this, a burst of anger came to his mind, and he shouted angrily: "You have to endure it if you can't bear it."
With a "squeak" sound, several people outside the door stood there stupidly, one of them stood respectfully holding a medicine bowl.
"Who are you?"
Butler Chen was stunned for a moment.
Who is this woman?
How could she appear in the prince's bedroom and yell at the prince.
I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
What's going on?
"Stop talking nonsense, give him medicine."
Li Zhige looked depressed.
He originally wanted to steal the painting without anyone noticing, but he didn't expect that such muddy water would flow out.
Butler Chen's face suddenly darkened.
This woman "Uncle Chen," Xuanyuan Youchen said, seemingly not taking Li Zhige's strong words to heart.
"Yes."
Butler Chen sent someone to bring the medicine to Xuanyuan Youchen's side.
He stirred the medicine with a thin silver needle and carefully checked that there was nothing unusual before sending it to Xuanyuan Youchen's hands.
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