Chapter 179

Zhao Wanxi was also silent. Although Chao San's words were just an understatement, she still felt the bloody scene at that time.

I think of the letter Leng junao handed to the Empress Dowager just before he fell asleep. Is the secret task he said entrusted to him by the Empress Dowager?

Just thinking about it, the voice of the doctor came from outside the door: "Wanxi girl, it's time for the seventh prince to change his dressing."

When the doctor untied the bandage between the man's abdomen, Zhao Wanxi's face turned white instantly. The repeated abdominal injuries looked terrible, red, swollen, infected, and pus stained. She knew how painful the pain was!

Zhao Wanxi turned her eyes to the imperial doctor who was going to apply the green plant herbs to the man's wound. She resisted the tumbling of her stomach and said: "the seventh Prince's wound has begun to fester. If he doesn't cut off this layer of meat, he will have a high fever all the time, and he will wear a rotten stomach..."

The doctor could not help shivering: "I know what Miss Wan Xi said, but now the seventh Prince is so weak. I'm really worried that he can't stand it!"

Zhao Wanxi silently clenched her fist. Although she had seen men's super endurance, this time it was different. His body was really weak. She was really worried that he couldn't bear the pain!

Maybe the doctor touched the wound when he was removing the gauze, and the pain disturbed the man's sleep. Leng junao heard all the words just now, his bloody eagle eyes half narrowed, and his hoarse voice came low -

"let's do it! I can carry it... "

The seventh prince said something, but the doctor's hand was shaking all the time. It's not hard to see the tension in his heart. Zhao Wanxi couldn't see it. She gritted her teeth: "let me come!"

Zhao Wanxi holding a knife, inexplicably hand also slightly tremble, recalled three months ago when she helped the man deal with the scapular wound, her face did not change, heart does not jump, now the mood has changed unconsciously.

The voice of hoarse banter whispered to the bottom of my ear: "are you willing to watch our king wear intestines? Not yet... "

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Wanxi returns to her old style and cleanly takes out a short dagger. This knife is the one she used to treat Leng junao's wound last time. It's extremely sharp and cuts iron like mud. She always carries it with her.

Zhao Wanxi no longer hesitated. The strong liquor disinfected the blade. The imperial doctor left it for her. Her hands fell off and the blood dyed the white gauze red.

Leng junao's face was pale, and sweat was oozing from his forehead. His hands were clenched tightly by the sheet. Although he tried to bear it, the pain was clearly visible.

"Does it hurt? More patience

Zhao Wanxi's black and white eyes looked at the man's eagle eyes. In an instant, Leng junao's face was very painful and his color was clean. The corners of his mouth twitched and he pretended to smile easily.

"I can stand this pain!"

Anyone who sees this picture can't help but tremble. Zhao Wanxi knows that he is a man of great endurance. He is in great pain, but he clenches his teeth and doesn't say a word.

"Don't try to be brave! Bite this Don't hurt yourself

Zhao Wanxi throws the silk handkerchief around her waist to him. Leng junao slowly picks up the handkerchief and sniffs it at the bottom of her nose. A faint smile on her lips makes her heart beat faster.

Taking her eyes back, Zhao Wanxi focuses her attention on the man's injury. When she falls the knife, the man's eight abdominal muscles suddenly become tight, and her hand holding the silk handkerchief tightens