As they were talking, the master and the servant heard a sudden noise outside the door, a mixture of footsteps, and the man's confused voice calling "doctor".
The flower in the street immediately put down the tea and went out.
Sure enough, in the spacious backyard, two people dressed as ordinary soldiers were supporting Mo Jiang, who was covered with blood, and came in. They were followed by many soldiers. Each of them was more or less decorated, but they didn't know what they were doing. They just walked anxiously and cried, "doctor, go, go to find a doctor, general I can't do it! "
Mo Jiang, that's a qualified general.
Mo Shanghua was very appreciative of Mo Jiang in her heart. Therefore, seeing that he was so hurt, she hurriedly followed him up and said, "I'm a doctor. I can save him. You carry him in quickly."
Mo Shanghua used to be the only woman in the army. Naturally, everyone in the army recognized her and knew that she was a doctor. Hearing the words, she didn't care about anything else. She nodded and sent Mo Jiang to an empty room.
"Qin Lin, get my medicine box." Mo Shanghua hurried to keep up with him, looking back and telling him.
Qin Lin nodded hard and ran back to the room of Mo Shanghua. After a while, he took the medicine box back.
At this time, the majestic Mojiang had already lost the day before yesterday.
The armor on his body has been taken off, but his clothes have been glued together by blood stains. He can't open them at all. He can't check the wound. Seeing the situation, he skillfully took the scissors and cut off all his clothes.
Without the shelter of clothes, the flowers on the street can clearly see the wounds on Mo Jiang's body.
I saw that his strong body was covered with all kinds of wounds, including sword wounds, knife wounds and many bruises. Some wounds are shallow and scabby, but some still exude a small amount of blood from time to time, and the wounds are particularly ferocious. Look at Mo Jiang's face again, it is as white as paper, repeated at any time will not hold the general.
This, after all, is to experience what kind of battle, but also how tenacious willpower, to support this pair of broken body to fight?
Moshanghua was shocked by the wound on Mojiang's body, and her heart suddenly became solemn. She started to deal with the wound very quickly. While she was dealing with the wound, she did not forget to say: "I can't leave now. You come here to write down the prescription quickly, and go to boil the medicine quickly. However, your general's life will be lost."
The soldiers hurriedly pushed out one of them and hurriedly found pen and paper, "OK, OK, princess, you say."
"Ginseng, Artemisia argyi, lotus heart…" Mo flower's eyes did not move away from Mo Jiang's body, but still can accurately say the prescription.
When Yan Beicheng came in with the doctor, he happened to see such a scene, and he was helpless.
He wanted to let Mo Shanghua have a good rest, but she couldn't stay idle. After such a short time, she took things for herself again, which made him feel more and more distressed.
"Go to the west wing first and see someone else." Yanbeicheng turned to the doctor around him and ordered him to sit down in the room, quietly looking at the flowers on the street treating Mojiang.
A person is extremely charming when he is serious, and the flowers on the street are just like this in Yan Beicheng's eyes.
Her concentrated eyebrows and eyes, as well as fingertip flying action, fell in his eyes, all like with a special magic in the eyes of the general, extraordinary demagogic mind.
Mo Shanghua's whole mind is immersed in the treatment of the patient at the moment, and doesn't notice Yan Beicheng's eyes at all. So busy enough to have nearly two hours of time, will Mojiang pull back from the ghost door.
"Feed him the medicine, and he should wake up one night later. You should prepare some light food like porridge in advance, so that he won't be too hungry when he wakes up." Mo Shanghua wiped the sweat on his forehead and told the soldiers behind him.
All the soldiers nodded their heads like garlic, and there was no prejudice against the flowers on the street.
Mo Shanghua was about to go out when he saw Yan Beicheng sitting at the table in the room, holding his chin and looking at her attentively.
"When did you come back?" Mo Shanghua eyebrow tip light pick a few minutes, some surprised looking at Yan North City.
"While you were treating general mo." Yan Beicheng slowly stood up, took her hand and walked out, "I think you've been busy just now, but you haven't eaten yet. I'll take you to dinner."
The flowers on the street were pulled by Yan Beicheng, and he had to follow him at his feet. But looking at the weather outside, I couldn't help wondering, "this evening, where can I have a meal? Ah, you won't kill someone to get up and cook in the middle of the night."
Yan Beicheng looked back helplessly and raised her hand on her forehead. "My princess, it's in the city now. There are restaurants outside."
Mo Shanghua touched Yan Beicheng's forehead, and later he realized, "I forgot."
As soon as the voice fell, the whole person was dragged forward by Yan Beicheng. This time, she was still in a daze. Suddenly, she was dragged forward by Yan Beicheng and touched her wound.She suddenly can't help but take a breath, willow eyebrow tightly frown.
"What's the matter?" Such a subtle voice, Yan Beicheng or immediately in the ear, busy look back to see to Mo hurt, see her left hand is covering by his right arm, frown tight wrinkle appearance, immediately reaction, can't help but chagrin patted his head, "the king unexpectedly forgot your injury, is it hurt you, the wound has no problem, do you want to go back to have a look?"
Mo Shanghua shook his head, eyebrows stretched out, "nothing, just pulled."
However, as soon as her voice fell, she felt that she was light, and that she had been swept up by Yanbei city. "Yanbei City, what are you going to do? Put me down
At this time, although it was late, there were still some people on the street. Yan Beicheng's embrace attracted the attention of pedestrians.
Yan Beicheng didn't care. Instead of letting go, he swaggered up on the street with her in his arms. "If they like to see it, I just want to take my princess to dinner."
Between words, it's all spoiling.
Mo Shanghua stares at Yan Beicheng with endless tender eyes for a moment. The defense line in his heart seems to be completely relaxed at the moment, and his heart is completely soft.
Women are such strange creatures. Sometimes, they don't need any dynamism. They may just be the details of their life, which may make their heart turn into a whole.
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