It turned out that although the yellow-robed woman had successfully rushed out of the encirclement in the chaos, the palace guards were not weak. Although their lightness skills could not catch up with her, they still had bows and crossbows in their hands. The yellow-robed woman's body technique was excellent, so she successfully avoided most of them, but she still could not avoid all of them.
After returning to the residence of Xiaoxingguo, the yellow-robed woman had planned to use her internal energy to force the arrowhead out. Unfortunately, she was seriously injured and the Genuine Qi she could use was limited. Moreover, there were barbs on the arrowhead. Every time she tried to use her internal energy, the wound would hurt so much that she almost fainted. She did not dare to continue.
Because the arrowhead was still in her body, it was difficult to stop the bleeding even if the acupoints were sealed. The blood flowed out along the wound and dripped onto the bed, making a dripping sound that Song Qingshu could hear.
Hearing the yellow-robed woman's words, Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face. "I'm afraid that's not very good. Men and women should not touch each other. I'm worried that it will affect your reputation …"
"What do you mean by men and women should not touch each other? You are obviously a …" The yellow-robed woman almost fainted with anger. She had finally summoned the courage to ask him for help, but she did not expect this response. If a man were here, he would definitely not refuse like him. Of course, if it were a man, she would rather die than let him help.
"Since you don't mind, then I will help you." Song Qingshu added, "Let me say this in advance. This is your own request. You are not allowed to settle accounts with me in the future."
The yellow-robed woman only thought that he was afraid of being killed. She was angry and amused. "Don't worry, I won't settle accounts with you in the future."
"Turn around and let me have a look." As Song Qingshu ordered, he took care of water and gauze. At the same time, he sighed in his heart. He had been in this martial arts world for a long time, and he often encountered such situations. Practice makes perfect, and he almost became a surgeon.
The yellow-robed woman slowly turned around. Her lips were tightly pursed, and it was obvious that she had endured great pain. Song Qingshu looked at her back and saw that the wound was near the junction of her shoulder blade and ribs. The arrow had been broken by her, leaving only a small part of the arrowhead in her flesh. The clothes near the wound were soaked in blood and stuck tightly to her body.
Song Qingshu did not say anything and directly tore the clothes on her back. The yellow-robed woman seemed to be scalded by boiling water and instantly pulled the quilt next to her to cover her back. She got up and looked at him in shock and anger, "What are you doing!"
She was already injured, and such a large movement aggravated the arrow wound on her back. She couldn't help but let out a groan and almost fainted from the pain.
Song Qingshu said helplessly, "Heroine, if I don't tear off the clothes on your back, how can I take out the arrowhead for you?"
The yellow-robed woman's sharp eyes gradually softened, and a trace of red appeared on her pale face, "But... is there a need to tear so much?"
"I just casually tore it. It's obvious that the material of your clothes is not good." Seeing her murderous eyes, Song Qingshu hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, Miss Yang, you don't have to react so much. Anyway, I am a eunuch."
"Sometimes I really wonder if you are a eunuch!" The yellow-robed woman looked at him with hatred.
"If Miss Yang doesn't believe me, you can check it yourself." Song Qingshu replied with a smile, and at the same time, he intentionally or unintentionally lifted his leg.
"Bah, shameless..." The yellow-robed woman had already experienced his shamelessness, so she was not as angry as before.
"Heroine, you should continue to lie on the bed. If you don't take out the arrowhead, you won't have the strength to scold me when the blood drains." Song Qingshu reached out to help her.
When his hand touched her shoulder, the yellow-robed woman stiffened and hurriedly said, "I can do it myself." After that, she struggled to lie down again and buried her head in the quilt. No one could see her expression.
Song Qingshu lifted the quilt on her back and clearly felt the yellow-robed woman's whole body tremble again. Looking at the large snow-white skin in front of him, he couldn't help but say, "Heroine, I saw your body. You won't kill me afterward, right?"
"Shut up, help me take out the arrowhead!" The yellow-robed woman was so angry that she almost fainted. If it wasn't for the fact that she had no other choice, she really wanted to kill this damn eunuch with a sword.
"Okay, okay, then you have to bear with it." Song Qingshu finally became serious. He first took the knife to the fire to warm it, and then carefully began to cut the wound on her back.
"Ah ~" The yellow-robed woman was in so much pain that cold sweat suddenly appeared on her face. She unconsciously grabbed the hand of Song Qingshu who was next to her.
Song Qingshu was startled at first, but he quickly understood that she was in too much pain. He let her grab his hand and continued to treat the wound while thinking, "Fortunately, I am not an ordinary person. Otherwise, if you grabbed my hand, how could I help you take out the arrowhead?"
Looking at her enduring the pain, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart. He gently patted the back of her hand to comfort her. Who knew that the yellow-robed woman would subconsciously hold his hand …
"Okay, the arrowhead is out." After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingshu finally let out a sigh of relief. "In ancient times, Guan Yu scraped the bones to cure poison. Today, I see the female Guan Yu, it really is an eye-opener."
"Bah, you are the female Guan Yu." The yellow-robed woman was so angry that she laughed. This little eunuch did not have the slightest bit of knowledge, but he insisted on pretending to be elegant and quoting from the classics. In the end, he became nondescript.
"Of course the female hero is not Guan Yu. Guan Yu's face is not so white." Song Qingshu laughed. "But female hero, can you let go of my hand? I still have to apply medicine for you. "
"Ah ~" Only then did the yellow-robed woman realize that she had been holding his hand. What made her blush even more was that their fingers were intertwined. She hurriedly shook his hand off.
Song Qingshu smiled and did not mind. As he applied medicine for her, he teased, "Come to think of it, this is already the second time I have treated the young lady's injury. Female hero, although your martial arts are high, you still have to be careful. If you get injured a few more times, I may see your entire body."
The yellow-robed woman raised her eyebrows. But she knew that while his words were not serious, he was still concerned about her. She did not get angry. She only coldly said, "My affairs do not need a little eunuch like you to worry about … Hey, what medicine did you apply for me?" She suddenly realized that the other did not use the Jinchuang Medicine that she had provided.
Song Qingshu took the medicine bottle and shook it in front of her. "Of course it is good medicine. With this medicine, you will recover quickly. Also, after the wound heals, it will not leave a scar. Young lady, you are so beautiful. If there is a scar on your body, your future husband will probably die of heartache."
"Bah, what husband, what a mess." Although the yellow-robed woman was not polite with her words, it was a woman's nature to love beauty. She hesitated for a moment and let him use her medicine. "How can a little eunuch like you have such good medicine?"
Song Qingshu unhurriedly replied, "Did you forget that I am the Empress' favorite? This medicine was given to me by the Imperial Hospital. "
"So it is like that." The yellow-robed woman couldn't help but nod.
"Miss, you should stay here and recuperate. I have to go back to the palace. In a bit, I will have the imperial kitchen prepare something to nourish the blood and bring it to the door. Miss, eat more." Song QingShu treated her wounds and stood to leave.
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