Mo Xiujin's wound was not light. He walked all the way back to his residence. The blood of the wound had not coagulated yet. Tick tock dragged a long trace on the road.
"Come on, get down."
Regardless of the pain on his body, murui Ning helped Mo Xiujin to lie on the bed as soon as he entered the house, and busy around to stop bleeding and apply medicine to him.
There is a large stall of gauze wound medicine around. Murui Ning takes this and wants to take that again. He is in a hurry and wants to have eight hands.
Qiao Anning didn't know this, and didn't dare to disturb Mo ruining. He stood aside skillfully, only stretched out a small hand and pulled Mo Xiujin's sleeve tightly, like a silent comfort.
There are many wounds on Mo Xiujin, most of which are scratched by short arrows and beaten by wooden sticks
The stick is better. There are bruises, but at least there is no blood, but it is not what the short arrow hurt. Some short arrows go straight into the skin and meat. It looks like there is only a small hole, but the bright red blood is bubbling from inside to outside.
Murui Ning first cleaned up these small wounds and applied medicine, which opened the clothes on Mo Xiujin's back.
As soon as he tore open his clothes, he was stunned for a moment.
Those small injuries are nothing compared with it.
An oblique wound was scratched from the shoulder to the waist. The skin and flesh turned outward and constantly seeped blood. Most of the blood overflowing from Mo Xiujin was thanks to it.
"Brother, you can bear it. It may hurt a little..."
Murui Ning shivered as she cleaned his wound with a hemostatic cotton.
It is said that he has dealt with some small injuries and small mouths for Mo Xiujin. He is very skilled, but he still can't help shaking his hands at the moment.
The wound is too big, and because of the continuous pollution of sweat, a lot of hemostatic cotton has been used up, but it still hasn't coagulated.
Every time a new one is put on, it will be dyed red again
"Why can't you stop!"
Murui Ning's eyes were red with anxiety, and his hand holding tweezers trembled even more.
Mo Xiujin tilted his head and first saw a pile of red hemostatic cotton thrown next to him. There was no expression on his face.
Although he was injured, he was also the most stable person in the house at the moment.
He looked at Joe standing on one side.
When the little girl heard murui Ning's words, her eyes were red, her mouth was shriveled, and her eyes were about to fall down
"Alas..."
Mo Xiujin sighed and gently shook her hand to appease her. Then he looked at Mo Rui Ning. His tone was a little tired and said, "don't worry, just this little injury can't kill me."
"What a small injury! Last time I was just beaten. You said you were dead. Now you change yourself, you don't care at all."
Murui Ning was already anxious. At this moment, his voice choked when he heard his indifferent tone.
"Brother, can you take care of yourself? You are human, not..."
He wanted to say that Mo Xiujin was a man and not a tool, but he swallowed these two words halfway through.
He was angry and distressed, but the movement in his hand never stopped. The hemostatic cotton was changed one after another.
"Oh..."
Mo Xiujin shook his head and smiled bitterly.
This smile seemed to be mixed with thousands of emotions, but it was only a short hum in the end.
He didn't go on, squinted at Mo ruining, changed the topic, half joked and half seriously said, "don't cry. It's hard to stop the peaceful tears. Don't recruit her again."
He propped himself up and changed to a slightly more comfortable position. The injury on his back hurt a little, and he gasped for breath.
Mo Rui wiped his tears, sucked his nose and didn't speak, but the action of cleaning Mo Xiujin became more and more serious.
He can't cry. Qiao Anning wouldn't have these. He panicked again. What about the injury on Mo Xiujin?
"Brother, you can bear it again, and I'll deal with it for you right away."
Mo Xiujin waved his hand: "just paste the medicine indiscriminately. It will always be fine. Go and have a look at your injury."
All the way back, the boy thought he didn't pay attention. He limped and just kept silent.
Murui Ning frowned and didn't speak, as if he hadn't heard.
Now Mo Xiujin has no strength and can talk about him. He can't stop him.
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Zhao Xu looked at the door for a while and saw that the wound on Mo Xiujin was still not treated well. He twisted his eyebrows and came over and said, "you go and treat the wound. I'll give it to me here."
He didn't look at Mo Rui Ning, but looked down at the wound on Mo Xiujin's back and frowned.
Mo Rui didn't move and didn't give him half a minute. He went straight to get the medicine in the box and smear it on Mo Xiujin.
He also remembered that when he was in the training ground, the man looked coldly at the lives of Qiao Anning and Mo Xiujin. Now he's hypocritical again. They don't need it!
Zhao Xu looked at his movements and said faintly, "you took the wrong medicine. He was seriously injured. You should disinfect it several times more, otherwise it will recur during training tomorrow."
After a pause, he pointed to the part of the wound that murui Ning had treated: "here needs to be cleaned again. The dust and sweat can't be seen, but it may have seeped into the wound..."
Murui Ning's action of taking medicine suddenly stiffened, his fingers clenched the bottle tightly, and his fingerbones gradually turned white.
He lowered his head and never looked at Zhao Xu or spoke to him. It seemed that he was trying to endure something.
"OK..."
Mo Xiujin knew what murui Ning was thinking without looking. He raised his hand and patted him on the wrist. He was a little weak: "listen to your big brother and rest with peace."
"But..."
"Hurry up."
This time, Mo Xiujin interrupted him before he finished, and his voice was a little higher.
Since he sent a message, muruining would listen no longer reluctantly. He put the medicine back in his hand and took Qiao Anning to the side.
Zhao Xu took over his job and continued to clean up Mo Xiujin.
He is obviously more experienced than Mo Rui Ning. At least he is not in a hurry at this time.
"Don't look at Xiujin for a moment and say thank you."
The two of them usually fight back and forth, which is one of the few. He thanked Zhao Xu so seriously.
"No." Zhao Xu shook his head and laughed with self mockery: "your thanks make me more hypocritical."
When others needed him, he shrank, but later ran up to offer Yan Qing. It's not surprising that Mo ruining was angry with him. In fact... Even he looked down on himself.
"A hypocritical person will not feel hypocritical." Mo Xiujin suddenly said.
Zhao Xu was stunned. He made a movement in his hand and looked up at Mo Xiujin, as if he wanted to identify the authenticity of his sentence.
But Mo Xiujin had turned his head and lay down on the back of his hand with his eyes slightly closed, as if the sentence just now was just a casual remark.
Zhao Xu pursed his lips, didn't say a word, lowered his head and continued to give him medicine.
When Mo Xiujin first came, he imagined that if this man fell into his hands one day, he would have to take the opportunity to fix him.
But now Mo Xiujin is lying down here honestly. His action of cleaning up and applying medicine is very serious, and he doesn't mean to fix him at all.
"Just now..."
After a moment of silence, Mo Xiujin opened his mouth again: "if you hadn't held Ruirui, he would have been punished."
"But I still didn't hold it." Zhao Xu kept moving on his hands. He looked up at him as he said, "you have too much influence on him."
Mo Xiujin opened his eyes, turned his head directly this time and looked at Zhao Xu: "believe it or not, if you fall there today, the boy will rush over."