There's no reason for you to swallow this!
At the yamen.
Mo Ruo was trying to stop Wei Yi's bleeding. Basin after basin of blood was brought out of the room.
Ji Yunshu stood by the bed, staring at Wei Yi, whose face was as white as a sheet of paper.
Even though he was unconscious, Wei Yi's brows were slightly furrowed, which made one's heart ache.
She was dumbfounded and frightened.
She blamed herself over and over again, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have brought him out. It's all my fault …"
Her eyes were red, and she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her flesh.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, big and big.
They were like strings of silver beads.
Guilt and worry made her feel as if she would rather die than live.
Outside the door.
Tang Si sat in the corridor, using her clothes to clean her precious silver whip. She glanced into the room from time to time.
Then she asked Shi Zijin, who was also in the corridor, "Who are you people? Why would someone try to assassinate you? And they're all trying to kill you. "
No answer.
"This is the Anfu yamen. I heard that the magistrate was arrested for corruption. Why are you here? Could it be that you are also officials? "
No answer.
"I'm asking you a question!"
Still no answer.
Tang Si snorted, "You're all monsters. I helped you, but not only did you not thank me, you even ignored me."
She was a little angry.
Shi Zijin glanced at her, sighed, and said, "You'd better leave quickly."
"Oh, you're talking? I thought you were mute! " She waved the whip in her hand and walked to Shi Zijin's side, revealing a pair of mischievous eyes, "This miss has discovered that you people from the Central Plains are much more interesting than us Houliao people. There's no way I'll leave now. I'll stay. If someone wants to kill you again, I can help you."
"No need!"
"No need, no need. If it wasn't for me, that charlatan would be dead. He owes me his life, and I have to get it back no matter what. Wouldn't it be a loss for me to leave? Moreover … "
As she spoke, she took out the small wooden tablet she stole from Ji Yunshu and waved it in her hand. Her thin lips curved into a smile.
"There are too many interesting things in the Central Plains. I can't bear to leave."
Shi Zijin glanced at the little girl and simply hugged his sword, too lazy to bother with her.
Tang Si felt bored and hopped into the room. She saw Mo Ruo sitting on the edge of the bed with a serious expression on his face. He was treating Wei Yi's wound with acupuncture.
After about an hour, the bleeding finally stopped.
Due to the excessive blood loss, Wei Yi's face was ghastly pale.
Mo Ruo wiped his hands and stuffed another pill into Wei Yi's mouth. He then sat down at the table and wrote a prescription for the yamen maidservant.
"Hurry up and get the herbs. Boil it at seventy percent heat."
"Yes."
The maidservant took the medicine to the pharmacy.
Ji Yunshu sat on the edge of the bed, but she didn't dare to touch Wei Yi for fear of hurting him.
Looking at the blood all over the bedsheets, her heart twisted.
"Wei Yi?" She called out softly, but there was no response. She turned to Mo Ruo and asked, "How is he now?"
"The situation is bad."
"Not good? What do you mean it's not good? "
She was visibly agitated.
Mo Ruo said, "If the wound had been a little more slanted, it would have hit his heart. There's a lot of internal bleeding, and the arteries in his heart have been damaged. We'll see how it goes."
Ji Yunshu bit her lip so hard that it bled.
"It's me. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have brought him out. If something really happened to him, I won't be able to forgive myself for the rest of my life." She gently held Wei Yi's hand. "Why were you so stupid? Why did you save me? "
Mo Ruo glanced at her and slowly poured himself a cup of tea. After drinking it, he said, "Don't worry. This kid is lucky. He won't die. My title of divine physician isn't just for show. I was just joking with you to lighten the mood."
F * ck you!
Is it fun to joke around?
Ji Yunshu felt like she was on a roller coaster.
She didn't argue with him. Instead, she shed tears of relief. She sniffled, crying and laughing at the same time.
Mo Ruo lifted his robe and picked up the medicine box. "I'm going to check on Jing Rong."
Ji Yunshu suddenly remembered.
Immediately, she said, "His hand …"
"I know. Take good care of Wei Yi. I'll take care of Jing Rong."
With that, he left.
Tang Si followed him.
"Are you really a physician?"
She looked at him eagerly.
Mo Ruo narrowed his eyes. "Why? I don't look like one? "
She shook her head and wrinkled her chin. "No, you look like a charlatan."
Mo Ruo wasn't annoyed. "Little Miss, you should leave. You might get into trouble if you stay too long."
As he spoke, he quickened his pace.
Tang Si was like a piece of sticky candy. She ran a few steps to catch up and elbowed his arm. "I'm your savior. How can you chase your savior away?"
"…"
"Who are you people? Are you really officials? Or are you chivalrous warriors? Or … you've killed someone and are on the run. "
"Yes, we've killed someone. We're all murderers and we kill without batting an eye. You'd better leave quickly. Otherwise, you won't even know when you'll die."
"Are you trying to scare me?" Tang Si scoffed. "What haven't I seen? Do you think I'll be scared away by a few words? I think you're a group of chivalrous warriors. That's why I've decided to follow you and roam the world. "
She had the demeanor of a chivalrous woman who would roam the world with her sword.
Mo Ruo's expression was cold.
When they were about to reach Jing Rong's room, he stopped and turned to face Tang Si. "Don't follow me anymore."
"Why?"
Mo Ruo ignored her and walked towards Jing Rong's room.
Tang Si wanted to follow him, but a figure suddenly jumped in front of her.
Blocking the way!
"Miss, please wait." Shi Ziran wasn't as good-tempered as Mo Ruo.
Tang Si knew she wasn't his match. She could only stare at Mo Ruo's back and stay there.
Inside Jing Rong's room.
He stood in front of the window, looking out. Although his hands were behind his back, they were hidden in his sleeves.
There were a few drops of dried blood on the floor.
Mo Ruo opened the medicine box the moment he entered.
"Come here."
Jing Rong turned around and walked over with heavy steps. He sat down obediently.
Then, he lifted his injured hand and passed it to Mo Ruo.
The sharp arrow had pierced a deep wound on his thick palm. The bleeding had already stopped, but the blood on the wound was sticky and looked like it was about to form a scab.
Mo Ruo said as he applied the medicine, "Look at you. You're still stubbornly holding on in this state. So what if you're a prince? You're not a god. It's inevitable that you'll get injured. If I wasn't by your side, would you really wait for your blood to run dry before finding a doctor? "
"It's just a minor injury."
"A minor injury?" Mo Ruo glared at him. "Jing Rong, oh Jing Rong. Can you change your stubborn habit?"
"I can't."
"Fine. Whatever you say is right."
Mo Ruo deliberately applied a little more force with his hand. Her hand shrank slightly and she frowned.
Mo Ruo snickered.
Mo Ruo said sternly after he finished bandaging his wound.
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