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    After arriving at Qingshan Pavilion, Ling Xiaoruo threw Zi Gong directly onto the bed without any mercy.

    "Um" The seriously injured Ziqing frowned and gritted his teeth in pain when she threw him away like this. However, his manly spirit kept him from groaning.

    Ling Xiaoruo threw Zi Gong on the bed, slapped his shoulders, and muttered, "Are you really old?"

    After muttering, she leaned over and raised her hands to take off Zi Gong's clothes. Zi Gong's eyes widened in shock when he saw this, Ling Xiaoruo frowned and shouted: "Don't act like you're in danger of having a late night.  I'm checking the wound on your chest to see how it should be treated. Do you know? In the past, those patients who wanted to see me had to get up in the middle of the night and queue up to register. In addition, you have a figure like yours, but you don't have muscles.  It¡¯s fat but not fat, and it doesn¡¯t feel good to hold it at all, so I don¡¯t care about it!¡±

    After hearing these shocking remarks, Zi Gong's handsome face darkened again, and he didn't know how to reply.  Why did she use some horrifying words to destroy his thoughts every time he had a slight affection for her?

    Why doesn¡¯t she have the restraint of her daughter¡¯s family at all?

    Ling Xiaoruo ignored Zi Xing's dark handsome face and raised his hand to pull his clothes apart arbitrarily. Her rough movements made Zi Xing gasp several times.  However, his inherent pride kept him from saying anything.

    When Ling Xiaoruo opened Zi Gong's clothes and saw the wound on his chest, his beautiful eyebrows knitted together.  I saw the blood and flesh tumbling around the wound, and it was pitch black, with several iron hook-like things mixed in the flesh. Those things were deeply embedded in the flesh. Around the wound, some blood stains had condensed into lumps, while some still pooled into trickles.  The stream flows downward.

    Ling Xiaoruo narrowed his eyes and curled his lips and said, "I really don't know what bad things he did, but he was stabbed with a barb."

    Zi Gong glanced at the wound and warned: "This barb is stained with poison, so be careful."

    Hearing this, Ling Xiaoruo smiled so hard that his eyebrows curled up: "Third Senior Brother, are you caring about me?"

    Because of these words, Zijun was once again deflated and turned away and stopped talking.

    Ling Xiaoruo shrugged and stopped teasing him. He turned around and walked out of the room, washed his face, and then went to the herbal garden to look for an antidote to remove poisons and an antidote to heal wounds.

    After a while, Ling Xiaoruo first let Zi Gong take the prepared detoxifying antidote. Then, she moved the candlestick to the bedside, and then took out a bright knife from her waist. She held it  The knife spun many times in front of Zi Gong's eyes as if performing acrobatics, with a wicked smile in his eyes.

    When Zi Gong saw the evil smile on Zi Qing's face, he was lying flat on the bed and raised his head slightly, stared at the knife, his handsome eyes widened, and asked: "What are you going to do?"

    When Ling Xiaoruo saw that he had succeeded in teasing Zi Gong, he stopped turning the knife, turned to hold the handle of the knife and said to him: "What do I want to do? Tonight I will let you see what it means to combine Chinese and Western medicine to be effective!"

    Tonight, her mood was extremely smooth. Why didn't she realize that teasing Zi Gong was a very interesting thing until now?  She was going to make the most of teasing him tonight!

    Zi Xing narrowed his handsome eyes and asked doubtfully: "A combination of Chinese and Western?"

    Ling Xiaoruo pursed her lips and smiled at him, and then stretched out her index finger to poke Zilong's forehead. Zilong fell back onto the bed. When he fell back, Ling Xiaoruo stretched out the knife and pointed it directly at his chest.  The wound was picked.

    "ah¡ª¡ª"

    This challenge broke all Zi Gong's perseverance, and he finally raised his head and hummed.

    When Ling Xiaoruo saw him groaning in pain, he turned his hand and picked another thorn.

    "it hurts¡ª¡ª"

    The overwhelming pain made Zi Gong finally shout out the word pain.

    Seeing him complaining about pain, Ling Xiaoruo leaned over and asked with a smile: "Third senior brother, it hurts, right?"

    Ziqing was shocked when he saw the satisfied expression in her smile. She had just deliberately teased him. Once he realized what he was doing, he frowned and said angrily in a low voice: "Did you do it on purpose?"

    When Ling Xiaoruo saw Zi Gong's angry expression, he continued to smile and said, "Of course, who made you refuse to admit your mistake to me? So I'm going to let you suffer!"

    "You" Ziqing stared at her smile, a little angry.

    Ling Xiaoruo curled her lips and ignored him, turned around and went to the back to get a long black note. She put the note in a white porcelain plate, and then lit it. Once lit, the room filled with water.  It is filled with curls of green smoke, followed by a fresh herbal fragrance.

    Smelling this fragrance, Zi Gong just feltThe pain in his chest was no longer so heart-piercing. He opened his eyes, stared at Ziqing, and said, "This fragrance" There was actually a look of surprise and beauty in his eyes.

    Ling Xiaoruo ignored his expression and just picked up the knife again to pick up the barb on Zi Gong's chest. She picked one side and said seriously: "This incense can act as an anesthetic so that you won't feel too much pain."  , because your injury is relatively serious, I can only perform local anesthesia surgery on you. I have to observe your breathing, otherwise, I will make you sleep to death with a bowl of sweat medicine, and then I will put my hands on you. "

    That last sentence caused the amazement in Zi's eyes to instantly disintegrate. He frowned and couldn't help but said, "Can you stop talking like that?"

    Ling Xiaoruo's hand that lifted the barb froze a little after hearing this. She turned her eyes and stared at Zi Gong, who also looked at them. When Zi Gong thought she would answer yes, he heard her reply firmly:  "cannot!"

    "You" Zi Gong let out a rough breath and became angry again.

    Ling Xiaoruo lowered her eyes and stared at Zi Gong's wound, carefully and deftly picking out the thorns. After she finished picking out the thorns, she appeared in front of Zi Gong with an embroidery needle and a piece of thin white thread.

    When Zi Gong saw this, he was surprised and said, "What are you going to do again?"

    Why is she behaving so strangely?  In all my life, I have never seen a doctor treat wounds like this.

    Ling Xiaoruo raised his eyebrows and replied: "Didn't I tell you that the combination of Chinese and Western medicine is effective? I will suture your wound under the skin, so that your attractive and smooth chest will not leave any traces!  "

    "Suturing under the skin?" When Zi Gong heard this, his dark eyes radiated a bright light.

    Ling Xiaoruo smiled and started to sew it up.

    In the room, the red candlelight danced and flickered, making the woman in front of the lamp have a jade-like skin. She was surprisingly beautiful at this moment. Her expression was focused and meticulous, and every stitch was condensed with years of exquisite skills.  Zi Gong, who was lying on the bed, could not help but sigh in admiration for her.

    He stared at her face and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

    What kind of her is the real her?

    This question has been lingering in Zi Xing's thoughts, lingering.

    I don¡¯t know whether it was due to the strength of the anesthetic or something else, but while Ling Xiaoruo was suturing, Zi Gong actually closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Ling Xiaoruo continued to sew him up, and after suturing, applied medicine to his wound, and then bandaged it with a clean white cloth.

    After everything was done, she stayed by the bed, preparing to retreat to Ningxiang Pavilion in half an hour.  However, because he was too tired and was slapped by Zi Zhan, and because he smelled the anesthetic spice, Ling Xiaoruo unknowingly fell down beside the bed and started thrashing while he was staying under observation.  Sleepiness comes.

    With the sound of shallow and heavy breathing in the room, the night gradually became quiet and deep.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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