The cold sweat on the man's forehead slowly flowed down, and his feather-like eyelashes moved slightly.
Compared to Xiao Lingyue's meticulousness and skill in handling wounds.
Meng Wenhao, who was inexperienced, was in a hurry and almost overturned the water bag several times.
He himself was wearing a dirty piece of coarse cloth, which was even dirtier than the bandit's clothes. He really didn't have the ability to be picky.
He picked up the relatively clean corners of his clothes and tore off a few pieces. He clumsily imitated Xiao Lingyue's movements and scrubbed the little boy's wounds.
Because he was not sure about the strength, he struck too hard several times, and the wounds that had stopped bleeding were broken by his pressure, and fresh blood flowed out.
"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Meng Wenhao was almost frightened to death. He apologized in a low voice and hurriedly sprinkled the powder on his face.
Fortunately, the medicinal powder prepared by Xiao Lingyue was very effective.
Not long after it was sprinkled on, the cracked wound gradually stopped bleeding.
Meng Wenhao spent a lot of effort and finally finished cleaning and applying medicine to the little boy.
He was sweating from exhaustion and turned his head.
But I saw "Miss Shen" sitting in front of the unconscious man, holding his right hand, cleaning it carefully by the light of the fire, her movements were too gentle to be true.
The jumping firelight shone on the side of her face, her hair was messy, the clothes on her body were stained with blood and mud, and her fingers were scarred. The blood scabs that had not yet solidified were mixed with the wounds, making it particularly painful to look at.
But this did not affect her movements at all.
From Meng Wenhao's perspective, her eyes are dark and clean, and the focus and seriousness of her lowered eyes are moving.
soon.
The wounds from the man's right hand to the side of his forearm were cleaned.
She quickly sprinkled the powder on it, then wrapped the strip of cloth around her arm, wrapping it tightly and beautifully.
Meng Wenhao was fascinated by what he saw and couldn't help but sigh: "Miss Shen, you and your husband have such a good relationship!"
"..." Xiao Lingyue paused and turned to look at him.
Meng Wenhao came back to his senses, suddenly blushed, and hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong! I didn't mean anything else...just...that..."
He stammered and couldn't speak clearly.
But I can't help but feel envious in my heart.
Meng Wenhao never thought that they might not be husband and wife.
Because that kind of tacit understanding and concern is impossible for two people who have nothing to do with each other.
"Miss Shen" didn't care about her own injuries. She only wanted to take care of the man's injuries first. If it weren't for the deep love between husband and wife, I'm afraid ordinary women wouldn't be able to do this.
Meng Wenhao thought about this, and became more and more envious in his heart.
I wonder if he marries a wife in the future...will he be as loving as Miss Shen and her husband?
Xiao Lingyue raised her eyebrows slightly and didn't pay attention to what he said.
After taking care of Zhan Beihan's two injuries.
She stood up and walked around behind the man, her expression becoming somewhat solemn.
Such large-scale severe bruises are not easy to treat, and it is difficult for medicinal powder to work. Xiao Lingyue can only use strong alcohol to disinfect it first, and then sprinkle medicinal powder on some areas with serious bleeding before preparing to bandage.
suddenly--
A subtle wind sound sounded, Xiao Lingyue's expression changed slightly, and she raised her head suddenly. Popular "" This chapter has been completed!