Thinking of this, after seeing the wound, she did not mention detoxification. Instead, she slowly opened the medicine box, took out the silver needle, deliberately abandoned the catgut that was used to sew the wound, and put on the patching clothes before the candlelight to embroider the cotton thread.
As she took liquor to disinfect the silver needle and cotton thread, she explained: "my way of seeing a doctor is somewhat different from others. Wounds like this can't heal on their own. They have to be sutured before they can gradually recover. The process will be more painful. You must hold down your second highness."
The guard looked at the silver needle in Mo Shanghua's hand and Yan Moli, who was in agony at this time, and said: "either, you can help the master to eliminate some pain first, and your highness will be more sober. I think you can cooperate better."
Mo Shanghua glanced up at the guard and said in the same tone, "at the moment, the second Highness's wound is bleeding. The poison is too strong. The ordinary method can't stop. If you don't want the second highness to die, you can make me waste my time like this."
The bodyguard was silent and pressed Yan Mo tightly. "As long as you can cure your highness, it will depend on you for the time being."
Mo Shanghua nodded his head. When the blood flow continued, he didn't care to clean up the wound. He bent down and skillfully passed the silver needle from the split skin of the wound.
Yan Mo Li extremely its pain of stuffy hum, the body is uncontrollable heavily tremble for a while, the split wound also then tight up, draw blood more turbulent.
Even when the waiter looked at him, he felt a faint pain in his chest, and Qin Ya turned away in a hurry.
Mo Shanghua did not even frown. Her eyes were full of indifference. She just looked at the blood and accelerated her speed.
Yan Moli almost struggled with pain several times. Fortunately, the bodyguard was still responsible. With the suture of the wound, the blood was less, so he pressed Yan Moli harder.
When the wound was sewn up, Yan Moli was already in a daze, pale as paper, and he would faint at any time. But he was biting his teeth and trying not to let himself fall asleep.
It's not that he doesn't want to sleep. It's just that the pain of suturing the wound has passed, and the pain caused by toxins in his body still exists. Even though his eyelids are sinking, his consciousness is still very clear. He had to grit his teeth and hang on.
Mo Shanghua couldn't see his expression, so he continued to clean up the bloodstain of the wound and apply medicine. Even if she saw it, she would never release his pain.
If she wants to, just won't have hemp boil to scatter of circumstance, intentionally conceal come down, so blunt sew up for him, make him pain unbearably.
Just, a little trick can, but she can't let him die like this.
Thinking of this, she treated Yan Moli's chest wound, then took out the acupuncture package, and applied the needle to temporarily suppress the poison in his body, so as not to let it into the lungs.
As for the poisonous hair that must be produced every day, the pain will not be relieved at the time of the attack.
After all, she just didn't let the poison into her heart, and she didn't press the poison into her body.
In the eyes of Mo Shanghua, Yan Moli only needs to be immortal.
So, after she finished all this, she only left one bottle, but asked him to say, "this is the medicine for replenishing qi and blood. The second Highness has lost so much blood, and now he is short of Qi and blood. Take the water three times a day and ask the dining room to make more medicine for replenishing qi and blood. In seven days, he can recover 20% of Qi and blood."
"Only 20% The bodyguard took the small porcelain vase, but he could not help frowning.
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