Fortunately, she had read a few medical books and knew how to treat wounds. She washed the wound on her arm with clean water first. She looked left and right and couldn't find anything to bandage. She gritted her teeth, tore off half of her sleeve, and started doing it randomly.
Bandaged it.
555555555, it seems that she is destined to wear half-sleeves. Within a few days, her sleeves were torn twice...
The injury on her arm is easy to explain, but what about her broken leg? She doesn’t know how to splint herself...
She was sitting there worrying, when a figure flashed at the door of the tent. Feng Qianyu Shishiran walked in.
After that ambiguous kiss, he actually felt a little embarrassed and uneasy when Long Fuyue saw her again.[
She shrank defensively: "You...what are you doing here again?"
Feng Qianyu looked as if nothing had happened. His face looked normal. In his hands were a roll of bandages and a few small smooth sticks.
He looked at Long Fuyue's messy bandaged arms and frowned slightly: "Idiot, you don't know how to bandage. Look at what you bandaged yourself. It looks like something a dog has gnawed. Pigs are more dexterous than you..."
As he spoke, he reached out and untied the tattered cloth on her arm, took out a blue bottle from his arms, dug out some ointment, and said with a smile: "Stupid girl, do you see? This is the golden sore medicine.
.You don’t even know Jin Chuang Yao, it’s really hard for you to grow up.”
His words were harsh, but his fingers were extremely light as he applied the ointment to her injury and carefully wrapped it with a bandage.
His warm breath blew on her cheek. Long Fuyue didn't know what was going on, but her heart was beating like a drum. When she heard his harsh words, she didn't get angry for the first time, let alone refute...
He looked at her broken leg again, pondered for a moment, and then rolled up her trousers. Fortunately, the pants worn by people in this era were very baggy, so he could easily roll them up, exposing her.
White calves.
His warm palms moved on her calves, and waves of numbness came up again. Long Fuyue's face turned red enough to make a fried egg. She gritted her teeth and did not dare to look up...
Feng Qianyu didn't seem to be aware of it. He kneaded her calf a few times and suddenly pushed it upwards.