In shock and anger, he saw Yuan Qingling holding up a razor again, and he asked angrily: "What do you want to do again?"

"Shaving your hair. How can you disinfect and heal your wounds without shaving?" Yuan Qingling patted his legs and said, "Separate them consciously."

Yu Wenhao felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his head. His ears were buzzing and about to explode.

Hearing the sound of a razor scraping across the flesh, something furry fell off and swept across the thigh. Every touch brought a sense of humiliation.

Yuan Qingling actually felt helpless.

Is she willing to look at it? Is she willing to shave his hair? Is she willing to treat his wounds?

But if he lost his melon due to infection, she would have no way to explain it to the Emperor or herself.

Even if he is a loser, it is his own fault.

The wound was very lucky. It just avoided the aorta of the thigh and passed by the side. The wound was very deep. I don't know what method he used to stop the bleeding. He must have poured the styptic powder himself because there was sticky powder nearby.

Moreover, if you move a little toward the middle, things will definitely be chopped off diagonally.

If you chop it off, it would be really good. This is the root of all evil.

She thought as she secretly raised her head and glanced at Yu Wenhao.

Yu Wenhao punched him, and Yuan Qingling quickly retracted his head. At a glance, he saw that his face was as red as firecracker skin.

"Stitches are still needed!" Yuan Qingling said seriously after disinfecting.

"No!" Yu Wenhao refused. He slowly moved his legs closer, but Yuan Qingling had already used his hands to resist them, preventing him from joining them.

Yu Wenhao felt that his hair stood on end and was burnt one by one with anger.

"Okay then!" Yuan Qingling picked up the medicine box, found the anesthesia and said, "I'll give you some hemostatic medicine to help the wound heal as quickly as possible."

"Move quickly!" Yu Wenhao glared.

After applying it, Yuan Qingling raised her head and asked, "Does the wound no longer hurt?"

Yu Wenhao felt a little better, and it was true that the pain was gone, but he was unwilling to admit it and said sternly: "Who said it doesn't hurt? Do you think your medicine is that magical?"

Yuan Qingling knew that he had a tough talk, so she didn't care about him. She took out a needle and threaded it, and said, "I put on anesthesia and started stitching."

"Yuan Qingling!" Yu Wenhao roared angrily, damn, this ugly girl can still lie to others?

The stitches that day were so painful that his teeth almost broke. The place where the stitches were being stitched was the most painful part of his body. She wanted to kill him.

"Okay, we won't sew, but we need to scrape out the pus. This should be enough, right?" Yuan Qing Ling said.

Only then did Yu Wenhao stop his rage and watched her bury her head, thinking that if pain came over him, he would just kick her over.

Yuan Qingling is actually getting stitches.

After applying anesthetic, if you act quickly, you can complete the procedure before the anesthetic wears off.

The door was pushed open with a bang.

Xu Yi walked in like a whirlwind.

When he opened the curtain and glanced over, he was completely frozen, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Master Tang said that the prince needed someone to take care of him at night, so he came to keep watch. He wanted to come in and report first, but he saw the princess burying her head under the prince.

"Still still!" Yu Wenhao seemed to be struck by lightning, and after a few seconds he became furious.

Xu Yi ran out as if he had seen a ghost. After a while, he ran back and closed the door.

No one heard the howling and crying in his heart, and the woman actually took advantage of the prince's injury.

Yuan Qingling is the most stable person in the audience.

After finishing the stitches calmly, he said: "Okay, it's done."

The stitches are done? She is actually stitching again!

His hands hung down helplessly, and he no longer wanted to say any more words.

Yuan Qingling was cleaning up the scene. He turned his head and looked at Yuan Qingling throwing things on the ground, wisps of black hair.

He must kill a few people before he can vent his hatred.

However, we can only tolerate it now. If we don't tolerate it, we will mess up our big plans.

Next, no one spoke.

Yuan Qingling fell asleep lying on her stomach.

In the dream, she was being chased, with swords and swords flashing all the way. She hid here and there, and was eventually driven into a dead end. She raised a big knife, looked through the fingers covering her face, and saw Yu Wenhao's ferocious face.

The knife struck her and blood splashed on her face. She screamed and woke up.

My face felt wet, and when I touched it with my hand, it was filled with water.

She looked up and saw that Yu Wenhao was holding a bowl in his hand, with the mouth of the bowl facing down and the bowl was empty.
Chapter completed!