Outside the door, Zhou Yan rubbed the temples. Why are this woman doing? Don't life?

He stepped into the wooden house and saw a wolf borrowing inside. Many doctors were injured. They did not dare to leave, and couldn't get forward. They could only be anxious.

When everyone saw him, he was kneeling: "Adult!"

Zhou Yan frowned: "What's going on?"

"Adult, she, she won't let us approach. Her back has a blunt weapon, which is deep into the blood. If she doesn't take it out to stop bleeding, I'm afraid her life will soon be." An old doctor Hu was sincere.

Immediately afterwards, the weak Wuyang held the bed in one hand, covered the collar in one hand, and looked at Zhou Yan like: "Help me find a female doctor!"

After hearing that, Zhou Yan's eyes flashed and saw the position of her back injury. If this was cleaning, the wound was treated, the whole clothes had to be taken off. Even if there was some measures, a back must be exposed.

This is definitely unacceptable for the first female monk, the proud woman.

For a moment, he understood.

"Is there a female doctor?" He asked.

Many western doctors looked at each other, showing a hint of embarrassment and embarrassment, and then said: "This can only be said to find it, maybe there may be."

"Give you a quarter of an hour, find it quickly." Zhou Yan waved his hand, watching Wuyang's task was so beautiful, and met her requirements.

But the life is closed, it is impossible to find it all the time, otherwise the dance will die!

"Yes!" Many physicians retreated, and immediately went to find someone.

"You also retreat." Zhou Yan watched Wuyang alertly vigilant, and said.

"Yes!" Qing Tianwei also retreated, leaving only two people at the scene, the lights are transparent, and the wooden house has a bloody smell.

Zhou Yan looked at Wuyang's injuries again. She was an old injury and added new injuries. She could also maintain consciousness. This woman's willpower is also terrible.

Many men are too late.

"Well, can you still move, wipe it yourself, there are no outsiders here." Zhou Yan stepped forward, twisted the pads of the basin for her, and used her as a subordinate for the first time.

Wu Yang could feel his kindness, his face was no longer tight, very weak, but he took the pale lips and took it over, and then wiped his face with all his best.

She was stuffed into her lamb belly, and she was still blood now.

In this process, Zhou Yan wanted to help several times.

After a while, she wiped the blood on her face, revealing her morbid beauty cheeks, and rarely said: "Thank you!"

Zhou Yan was froze, and said this from this woman's mouth. It was simply the sun came out of the west. Who is she, the high -top dancer monk!

"You are prepared by yourself, maybe time is too late, you can't die, right?"

"The wound on your back must stop bleeding, and take medicine." Zhou Yan glanced at her.

Of course, Wuyang does not want to die. At this moment, the slender and beautiful five fingers hold the window edge.

In the Central Plains, let a woman show the back to others. This is impossible, unless they are all women, or their own husbands.

Many people, women see a doctor, and even separate with curtains to show their respect for their husbands or future husbands.

In the Western Regions, these things are even more strict. Wuyang is still a female monk, which is more uncomfortable than killing her.

She didn't speak, and in the wooden house, she was in a long dead silence.

The passage of time has passed one minute, and the hour has already passed. Seeing that the wound blood of Wuyang was dried, the physician outside hurriedly ran in.
Chapter completed!