Chapter 379

Huo Yan's injury was not very serious. If he didn't want to capture the assassin alive and press Wu Jun for news, he wouldn't have scratched his arm with the blade.

He just felt dizzy in front of him. The damn Assassin's sword was poisoned. The poison could not be removed for a while and a half, so he was black in front of him.

The method of removing poison is actually very simple. It's good to release the poisonous blood and apply the poison removing medicine. But the military doctor cut the wound several times, but the blood is still black.

"Will you fucking heal?" Song Shen was still the first one who couldn't help himself. The stupid military doctor cut and cut the prince's wound with a broken knife. Seeing that the blood had dyed half of the collapsed chair red, the goods were still in a dilemma.

Shouldn't this goods be spies sent by Wu Jun? Even if the prince is not poisoned, he will bleed to death sooner or later.

When Lin Yao hurried to the camp, there was a lot of people surrounded outside the camp. She looked at it with determination and saw Huo Yan with pale color on it. People who saw her stepped aside one after another, and song Shen muttered, "another one is making trouble..."

"If only you didn't make trouble." Zhou Zifang stared at him and stood up in front of the king of Wei: "Miss Lin, there are many noisy people here. I'd better go back to my camp and wait for news."

She stared at Huo Yan with a pale face and the blood that could not stop winding and dazzling. She trembled and called him, "Huo Yan..."

At this time, naturally, no one would criticize her for calling the king's name. Huo Yan slowly opened his eyes and looked at her voice. It was rare for her always quiet and indifferent face to show a look of tears.

Huo Yan smiled, raised his uninjured hand and gently touched Lin Yao's cheek. A little tenderness flashed in his eyes: "don't be afraid."

The hand that fell on her cheek was white and bloodless, cold and palpitating.

"Will you... Die?" She held his hand back and seemed to want to pass on the temperature of her palm. Due to excessive blood loss, Huo Yan's eyes gradually blurred and his ears became more and more empty. The woman in front of her seemed to become the green skirt woman with gentle eyebrows and eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I won't die..." xueluo... The name engraved in the deep memory gradually floated in his mind, and Huo Yan slowly fell asleep.

"You losers! Why haven't you stopped bleeding now! Do you want your highness to bleed to death? " Song Shen grabbed a military doctor and roared ferociously.

The military doctor's face was pale and almost the same as that of the collapsed Lord Wei. He stood trembling and replied: "general back to song, the poison quality of his Highness the king of Wei's wound is not clear. You must clear the poison before you can stop bleeding and bandage." But with so much blood, the thick black blood with dark and strange colors still flowed out of the prince's wound.

Song Shen naturally saw that everyone present was worried. This damned poison has gone deep into the internal organs, and it is difficult for the immortal to save it?

"Your Highness, if there is something wrong, I will kill you first!" Song Shen pulled out the long knife at his waist and stared at the military doctor. He wanted to cut off the useless dog's head immediately.

The military doctor was shaking like a fallen leaf in the wind. He was originally a royal doctor in the imperial palace. He felt that it was difficult for the masters in the palace to serve, so he became a military doctor in the army. Unexpectedly, it was more difficult for the old men in the army to serve. If you don't serve the master of the palace well, you'll be punished and demoted at most. The big men in front of you don't agree with each other and cut people directly.

"General, spare your life!" the military doctor was almost scared to pee. He was afraid that the big old man would cut him down directly if he didn't agree with him. However, song Shen's angry eyes suddenly turned to shock and said angrily, "what are you... Doing?"

The pale woman suddenly took out a small silver knife, which glittered with a sharp light.

"How dare you move a knife in front of the Lord? Hey, what are you doing?"

"Isn't this woman also an assassin sent by Wu Jun?"

The generals' eyes were on the woman. Lin Yao's face did not change. He gently waved the silver knife in his hand, a cold light flashed, and there was a wound on the white jade like wrist.

The crimson blood drops down the white jade like wrist, which has a strange beauty. Lin Yao lightly turned his eyes to Zhou Zifang: "general Zhou, please send someone to get my medicine box quickly."

The only one among these brave and resourceless Wufu who can keep calm is Zhou Zifang. Zhou Zifang looked at her and the pale king of Wei, and immediately ordered someone to take Lin Yao's medicine box.

Lin Yao lowered his head slightly and looked at Huo Yan lying on the couch with a face like gold paper. He will not die. At least now, he will not die so simply.

The medicine box was delivered soon. Under the watchful or surprised eyes of the people, Lin Yao calmly opened the medicine box, in which dozens of drugs with different looks were placed neatly, emitting a strange aroma. Zhou Zifang looked carefully, but found that there was no ordinary medicine in it.

Lin Yao carefully selects a kind of sapphire blue seed that looks very strange. He smashes the seed with a pestle, and then hangs the snow-white wrist. The crimson blood winds down the white wrist and drops it into the medicine bowl.

"What is this?" Zhou Zifang frowned.

"Tianxiang cardamom." Lin Yao said faintly. The blood on one wrist was obviously not enough. She simply cut the other wrist, and a large amount of blood fell into the medicine bowl and fused with the powder of Tianxiang cardamom.

They were surprised to find that the things in the medicine bowl had become a strange beauty. Lin Yao leaned down and carefully applied the things in the medicine bowl to Huo Yan's wound. While applying, he explained: "this medicine has strange poison. When mixed with my blood, it is the best antidote in the world."

Take off the doctor, eat the flesh and blood of the sick, and save the world with their own flesh and blood.

Is this woman really a dietitian?

Zhou Zifang looked at her every move expressionless. He was not afraid of her tricks. For such a weak woman, the big men present could control her with one finger. Let her have a try. If there is anything wrong with your Highness the king of Wei, this woman will be buried with her.

"Your Highness's blood..." a voice suddenly remembered that the people saw that the blood flowing out of the prince's wound slowly became normal Yan red, and the blood gradually stopped.

"Wang Ye, Wang Ye is all right!" Song Shen shouted in surprise.

Huo Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly and seemed to whisper something. After all, he fell asleep because of excessive blood loss and poor physical strength.

Only the nearest Lin Yuan could hear what he said. He called a man's name - xueluo.

In the end how deep feelings, even if confused, firmly remember that person's name?

His hand was still firmly holding his hand. Lin Yao looked down. The wound on Su's wrist still had blood, which gradually fused with the blood on Huo Yan's wound. At this time, they are in harmony.

Lin Yao's eyes slowly showed a little joy, and then disappeared.

All the generals were elated and rejoiced for his highness King Wei to turn the crisis into safety. Among them, only Zhou Zifang looked the same, and the rest of his eyes fell on Lin Yao.

He always felt that the origin of this woman was by no means so simple. From beginning to end, he was on guard against this woman.

It's better that she doesn't be as careful as he thinks.

"Miss Lin, thank you for saving the Lord." Zhou Zifang looked at Lin Yao with a gentle smile and slowly took back the flying arrow in his sleeve. Just now, if the woman really threatened the Lord, the sleeve arrow in his hand would have been nailed to her heart.

Lin Yao slowly raised his eyes. The joy in his eyes had already disappeared and restored the calm and indifference of the past: "the Lord took me in. That's what I should do."

Doctor Shituo takes it as his duty to save all the people in the world. Even if he is a demon with blood on his hands, he is also one of the people.

Lin Yao's eyes stayed at the place where the blood mingled, and he didn't move away for a long time.

After all, Huo Yan lost too much blood. He slept for a whole day and night before he woke up. Everyone was relieved.

At dawn in the morning, Huo Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

Too much blood loss made him dizzy for a moment. A faint smell of medicine lingered around him. Huo Yan looked at it and a petite figure was lying on the collapse side.

Xueluo

He almost blurted out, but reason soon dragged him back to reality. Xueluo is dead. This woman can't be xueluo.

His body moved slightly, and Lin Yao had awakened. She immediately sat up, and a caring look flashed in her eyes: "are you awake?"

Huo Yan moved. The pain on his arm immediately reminded him of the causes and consequences of why he was lying here. The woman standing in front of him was slightly pale, with white cloth wrapped around her wrist and no blood on her lips.

"You... Saved me?" he said uncertainly. His eyes fell on the white cloth wrapped wrist, slightly sorry: "thank you."

Lin Yao hung his head expressionless: "saving people is my duty. Your highness, don't be polite."

This day and night, she always accompanied Huo Yan and never left for a moment.

Huo Yanding looked at her and rubbed his temple with his hand: "how long did the king sleep?"

"Day and night," she said faintly.

Huo Yan's lips were slightly hooked and showed a smile: "thank you for the assassin. I haven't slept so heavily for a long time."

Since xueluo died, she tossed and turned every night and couldn't sleep. In my dream, I always recall the fire light all over the sky again and again. In my ears, I recall the desperate cry of xueluo in the fire, torturing him again and again.

For a long time, he didn't feel so happy until dawn.

His self mockery made Lin Yao smile. She turned her head and looked at him: "what do you think now?"