Chapter 1317: This outfit should be incompatible with the tragic situation in the lobby

Chu Yunyao pursed her lips and silently cleaned up the wound on his chest, seeing him like this, she didn't say anything.

It looks very horrifying, and it is indeed a skin injury, but it is just that there is no danger to life, and it is far from being in the way.

What's more, this wound was all blown open by gunpowder, and there was crushed mud left in the wound, which was extremely easy to infect and not easy to suture, so it could only be carefully cleaned and smeared with powder.

Otherwise, he would not have let Duan Changyu make a special trip to invite her over.

Mo Lingyuan looked at her fixedly, letting her clean up the wound on her chest neatly, without saying a word, as if she didn't notice the pain at all.

If it weren't for the pale face and cold sweat on his forehead that betrayed his state at this time, Duan Changyu, who was guarding the side, thought that the young lady's medical skills were superb enough to be treated painlessly.

After working for an hour, and finally treating the wound properly, Chu Yunyao straightened up and wiped the fine sweat on his head: "You lie down well, don't move, lest the wound bleed again."

I went outside to see the other wounded and helped to take care of their wounds. ”

Mo Lingyuan shook her hand heavily, wanting to say something, but seeing that her face was quite calm, he agreed.

Duan Changyu took Chu Yunyao to the hall where the wounded were placed, and said hatefully: "This Feng family is really getting more and more excessive, in the past, it was just a temptation, and the people were just used as human shields, but now seeing that we are not moving, they simply took the initiative to attack, using these people as weapons, and seriously injured our people." ”

Chu Yunyao gritted her teeth and clenched her palms.

Thinking of the wound on Mo Lingyuan's chest, fortunately the injury was not too serious, if the power of those gunpowder was a little greater, I was afraid that it would directly explode his chest.

Swords and guns have no eyes, let alone gunpowder that is more terrible than knives and guns.

When he arrived at the lobby, Chu Yunyao looked at Mu Qinghe who was busy with the military doctor, and hurriedly took out the medicine bottle from the medicine box and handed it to Duan Changyu: "Bring some warm water, you can send these pills down, and each person will take two pills."

If it's not enough, I'll ask Yun Jiu to send some more pills from the medicine factory in case of emergency. ”

She walked to the most seriously injured person, neatly cut off her clothes, half-knelt on the ground, cleaned the wound with medicinal water, and opened her mouth in a low voice: "It hurts a little, bear with it, when the gunpowder explodes, the soil and gravel are blown into the flesh, if you don't clean it up, it will suppurate and infect, and then it will be troublesome."

But as long as the wound is cleaned, take some pills, and don't have a fever at night, you'll be fine. ”

From the moment she entered, the entire lobby fell into an eerie silence.

The original voices lying on the ground sobbing and crying disappeared in an instant.

Almost all eyes were on her.

She was wearing a pink brocade silk robe on her upper body, and a peach-embroidered peony pleated floor-length skirt underneath, which was clearly a noble lady with a noble status who was idle and delicate in the mansion.

At this moment, he is kneeling on the ground, not afraid of being dirty or tired, doing the work of a military doctor.

His hands were covered in blood and his expression was focused, and the long pink skirt dragged on the ground, soaked in blood and dust, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the original color.

Duan Changyu stared at Chu Yunyao's slender back, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

The matter was urgent, and the young lady was in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to change her clothes.

At this moment, this outfit should be incompatible with the tragic situation in the lobby, but it seems inexplicably coordinated.

She threw a roll of white cloth stained with blood beside her, and her long, soft hand held the tweezers, and after pinching out the fine adobe and stones from the wound of the wound, she quickly applied the ointment......