Chapter 92: Could it be that this kid also came from time travel?
Yi Qingchen couldn't move, her eyes were wandering, and suddenly she saw the pretty maid huddled aside, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, she shouted: "Hey, you are my maid, aren't you? You just stared blankly.
Watching your master being abused by a little brat?" The little girl also had a look of reluctance and fear on her face, but she didn't come forward. She bit her lip and said: "Princess Princess, Doctor He.
He is a famous ghost doctor in Qingyi Country. Doctor He saved your life for you. He is healing you now, and it is also for your own good..." Oh my god, oh earth, oh god, when did she fall to this
Being bullied by a kid? She saw a smile on the kid's lips, and the fat kid held a sharp knife in his hand. He slashed her injured arm. She was so frightened that she closed her eyes and shouted: "
The ginseng doll is killing someone! The ginseng doll is going to kill someone!" He Shouwu's little face suddenly turned black, and the knife in his hand cut open the wound on Yi Qingchen's arm with a pop! Hey, it doesn't hurt! Yi Qingchen didn't.
Waiting for the expected pain, I couldn't help but open my eyes. I saw the little devil with a stinking little face and two fat hands flying up and down. Knives, scissors, tweezers, and eighteen "weapons" were used alternately to dig out carrion.
Connecting the blood, cleaning the wound, suturing, applying ointment... His movements were quick and skillful, like a person with ten hands. In a moment, he had finished treating the wound on her arm, and his sutures
The sewing was extremely beautiful, and at first glance, it looked like a butterfly spreading its wings. Yi Qingchen had to admit that this kid was indeed a doctor, a doctor who could be called a master of medicine for the country.
At that time, she had never seen a surgeon with such deft hands and feet and such superb skills. How could he suture the wound? He was clearly embroidering her arms! But why didn't she feel any pain? Could it be that in this era?
Are there already anesthetics? Or maybe this kid has also traveled through time? Countless questions flashed through Yi Qingchen's mind. When she thought of the possibility of the last question, her eyes suddenly lit up. She was unconsciously interested in this kid.
It gave me a sense of intimacy like meeting an old friend in a foreign country.