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Chapter 32

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This arrowhead was too scary. He didn't dare to imagine how he managed to survive the past few days.

After pulling out the metal arrowhead, Yun Ruoyue checked his thigh again. She let out a sigh of relief when she found that there were no other foreign objects.

She looked at it just now. Luckily, the metal arrowhead wasn't rusty, so even if Mo Zhu missed the tetanus shot, he would be fine.

"Alright, I'll immediately debridement and suture your wound. Once the wound is stitched up, I'll apply medicine."

"Doctor, that, the scalpel you used just now, it seems like you didn't use fire to disinfect it..." Although the other party was a great beauty, Mo Zhu still voiced out his doubts.

Yun Ruoyue calmly smiled, "Don't worry, this is a disposable scalpel. It's already been sterilized with high-pressure steam, so it won't get infected with bacteria."

After speaking, she placed the used scalpel on the side table.

"I'm sorry..." Mo Zhu touched his head guiltily. He really blamed himself. How could he doubt such a kind fairy?

After touching his head, he realized that he could actually touch his head. Was this beauty's charm so great that it caused him to have a reflex reaction?

Very quickly, Yun Ruoyue neatly stitched up Mo Zhu's wound. She then sprinkled penicillin on the outside to disinfect the wound. Finally, she wrapped his thigh with gauze to prevent infection. After doing all this, she was already sweating profusely.

She had snuck in, so of course, she couldn't let anyone find out about her treatment. After doing all this, she hurriedly put the medicine into the system. She pulled down Mo Zhu's pants and covered his thigh with a blanket. Then, she wrapped the metal arrowhead in a cloth.

Just as she was about to show the metal arrowhead to Mo Zhu, she turned her head and found that Mo Zhu had fainted again.

Mo Zhu had lost a lot of blood, so it was normal for him to be unconscious. She believed that he would wake up soon.

As long as he woke up, she would feed him some millet congee and his wound would slowly heal.

With Mo Zhu's personality, he would definitely want to see the metal arrowhead that harmed him. Thinking of this, Yun Ruoyue wrapped the metal arrowhead in a cloth and placed it under Mo Zhu's pillow.

Finally, she picked up the scalpel on the table and cleaned it with a cloth. She was going to find a place to throw it away.

Just as she raised the scalpel, she heard a "peng" sound. The door was forcefully kicked open. A group of people angrily walked in.

Mo Li was at the front of the group. As soon as he barged in, he saw the shiny knife in Yun Ruoyue's hand. At this moment, his eyes were filled with anger and sparks of hatred. "Princess, what are you doing to my brother?"

With that, he dashed forward and snatched the knife from Yun Ruoyue's hand.

"I didn't. You've misunderstood." Yun Ruoyue didn't expect Mo Li and the others to rush in.

"You're about to stab my brother with a knife, and you still have the nerve to quibble? Wangfei, do you hate me for ordering someone to whip you, so you want to kill my younger brother to take revenge? You vicious woman! If anything happens to my little brother, I won't let you off! " After Mo Li finished speaking, he rushed to the bed and carefully examined Mo Zhu, who was lying on the bed, and checked his body.

He lifted the blanket and looked at Mo Zhu's body from head to toe. When he didn't find any blood, he let out a sigh of relief.

What he didn't know was that Mo Zhu's pants were already wrapped in gauze.

At this time, the voice of "Greetings to The Emperor of Li" came from outside.

A strong man wearing a black brocade robe walked in. The man had the aura of a strong person. His eyes were cold, like a storm. It was Chu Xuanchen.

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