When Zhen Mingku returned to the warehouse of the eldest grandson's clothing store with the medicinal materials stolen from the pharmacy, the eldest grandson Belle was standing by Zhang's side, talking to her, and Zhang was no longer crying.

Seeing Zhen Mingku's return, the eldest grandson Belle stood up with a smile, Zhen Mingku walked to her side, thanked her, handed her the stolen medicinal materials to her, and asked her to fry them into potions, and the eldest grandson Belle went out with these medicinal materials.

Zhen Ming squatted hard, looked at the gradually weakened Zhang, held her cold hand, and said, "Goose goose, I will help you take out the arrow in a while, drink the anesthetic I prepared for you, and it won't hurt when you sleep, good behave." ”

Zhang nodded with tears in his eyes, closed his eyes, and whispered in protest: "I'm not a child. ”

Zhen Ming smiled bitterly, held her hand, and silently stayed by her side until the eldest grandson Belle brought a bowl of fried hemp to him.

Zhen Ming picked up Zhang and fed her to take it.

Soon after Zhang drank the decoction, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It was the first time for the eldest grandson Belle to see such a magical potion, and asked curiously, "What kind of medicine are you?" ”

Zhen didn't hide it, and replied with a smile: "This thing is called Ma Boiling San, used to anesthetize patients, Miss Belle, thank you so much, it may be a little bloody for a while, if you feel uncomfortable, please avoid it." ”

Although I was very curious about how Zhen Ming would deal with Zhang's wound for a while, when he thought that the picture would be very bloody, the eldest grandson Bei'er didn't dare to insist anymore, "Then I'll avoid it first, I'll come to see you again tomorrow morning, it's safe here, usually only me and my uncle have the key, so you don't have to worry." ”

After the eldest grandson Belle left, Zhen Mingku lifted the corner of the cloth covering Zhang's body, revealing her legs that were still stuck with arrows.

After a closer examination, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the arrow only passed through the side of the thigh and did not hurt the muscles and bones and the major arteries, otherwise even if the arrow was pulled out, I am afraid that it would not be able to stop the bleeding.

He carefully cut off the ends of the arrow, using scissors along the trouser tube to the base of her thigh.

Blood stained her snow-white thighs.

He first used the soju brought by his eldest grandson Belle to carefully wipe the wound around the wound, and when the alcohol touched the wound on Zhang's thigh, he took a special look at Zhang's and saw that she didn't react, so he was relieved and gently put one of her feet on his shoulder, so that her leg was in a vertical state.

Then, grasping a section of the broken arrow, he pulled it out with all his might, and as the broken arrow was pulled out, blood spurted out of the wound and splashed onto his body and face.

He didn't have time to wipe it, so he hurriedly pressed a piece of white gauze soaked in soju against the wound.

Zhang, who was under anesthesia, let out a painful groan and gradually quieted down.

The blood finally stopped flowing.

Zhen Mingbitter put down the big stone in his heart, wiped the blood on his face, took an embroidery needle prepared by the eldest grandson Belle, disinfected it with alcohol, and carefully stitched up the wound.

After sewing up the wound, he applied a layer of gold cream brought by the eldest grandson Belle on the wound, bandaged it with a layer of gauze, replaced her with a clean cushion cloth, covered it with a thick layer of fur cloth, and looked at Zhang's breathing gradually stabilized, so he breathed a sigh of relief, cleaned up the mess on the ground, sat beside her, and flipped through the mobile phone in his hand.

The content on the mobile phone is all about some common sense about wound care.

So far, he can only make up for it temporarily.

……

Unknowingly, in the middle of the night, Zhang's suddenly began to talk nonsense, Zhen Mingbitter saw that her eyes were still closed, her face was red and hot, and when she touched her forehead, she actually started a fever.

Zhang began to cry out cold, shivering all over.

This is what he fears the most, wound infection, complications and so on.

Fortunately, when I first made the antibiotic, I always expected that there would be such an injury, so I prepared a small bottle of antibiotic injection and a needle strap on my body in the morning, which came in handy now.

Autumn nights in Luoyang are exceptionally cold.

Although she was injected with antibiotics, she was afraid that she would not survive tomorrow with typhoid fever and infection, and with her weak body.

Zhen Ming thought about it for a while, no longer had any scruples, took off the clothes on her body, only left a pair of underwear, and got into her bed.

Feeling the temperature on his body, Zhang immediately curled up in a ball and burrowed into his arms like a cat attached to the stove.

Her hands groped around him like snow, never finding a suitable place to warm up.

Zhen Ming grabbed her hand and guided her to put it on his chest and heart.

Sandwiched her cold feet between her legs.

Finally, Zhang quieted down, the expression on his face stretched out, and he let out a slight snort.

It's just that her feet began to restlessly want to ask for more temperature, and gradually began to explore upwards, and soon reached the highest temperature on Zhen Mingku's body before stopping.

Even if the whole body is cold, somewhere in the man's place is still like a stove.

She was visibly pleased with the position of her feet.

How did she know that all the bitter blood of Zhen Ming at this time was concentrated in one place, and her eyes were almost bursting with fire, this hateful woman, what did she think of him!

All his mind was focused on her restless feet, and although there was a thin layer of fabric, the shape of her toes, the temperature of the soles of her feet, and the curvature of the arches of her feet, still clearly came to his mind through his most sensitive parts.

Sadly, she rubbed her delicate but cold feet lightly as if she were going to drill wood to make a fire, not knowing that he was on the verge of exploding at this time.

She began to talk nonsense in her mouth: "Daddy, where have you been, why did you leave me and my mother, my mother hasn't eaten for three days, and the only bun I eaten, there are many officers and soldiers outside, my mother and I are hiding here and don't dare to go out, my mother is so hungry that I fainted, where are you, didn't you say that you went to the court, and after resigning from the government, you took me and my mother back to my hometown in the countryside to live a peaceful life......"

"Uncle Lin is dead, my mother is gone, I am left alone, my daughter wanted to jump into the Luo River to find you and the lady, but I met that man, I thought he was an honest man, but in fact, he is also a bad guy......"

Hearing her true evaluation of him, Zhen Mingku couldn't cry or laugh a little, and he didn't have anything to make her feel that he had a bad heart and a bad stomach, right?

Maybe he really has a bad stomach, but he doesn't have any bad intentions towards her, although he did take advantage of her a few times and ate her tofu, which was a last resort.

The word bad guy came out of her mouth, and he couldn't hear the slightest derogatory meaning, but with a touching style of coquettishness and resentment, which made him can't help but hug her a little tighter.

Zhang's voice gradually became quieter, and his hands and feet, which were warmed by his body, stopped moving, and gradually he couldn't hear what she was saying, as if he was reciting some obscure poetic sentences, and finally fell completely silent.