Chapter 1480

Mu Qing arrived in a hurry, and drove out all those chattering people, and the room was finally clean.

Mu Qing and Bao'er looked at each other, saw Bao'er's expression, ordered someone to guard the door, and said: "Waiters are waiting, no one is allowed to enter, so as not to disturb the young lady's healer."

Bao'er took the medical bag, spread out the contents one by one in front of Chu Yunyao, and said worriedly: "Miss."

Mu Qing looked at Chu Yunyao's slightly trembling fingers holding the scalpel, and couldn't bear it: "Young Madam, Lord..."

Chu Yunyao suddenly dropped the scalpel in her hand, stood up with her arms propped up, and staggered towards the ear room: "You guys clean up his wound first, and I'll go wash his face."

Mu Qing: "..."

Boa: "..."

Chu Yunyao's back disappeared from sight, Bao'er lowered her eyes, watching Mu Qing cut off all the clothes on Mo Lingyuan's body, she covered her mouth in fright.

The belly was so fried that even the intestines were about to flow out, the blood and flesh were sticky and mixed together, and there was no way to see half a piece of good meat.

No wonder the young lady reacted like this, I'm afraid she knew what was going on the first time she saw the master.

The corners of Bao'er's eyes were red, and tears welled up in her eyes. She asked in a trembling voice, "Mr. Mu, sir, are you..."

Mu Qing washed Mo Lingyuan's wound with water, and bit his lip: "Young Madam is here, I will definitely wake up, Changyu stands in the front line, Zifeng is in formation, and the ones who send you back are all you." personal guard.

So many people rushed in just now, how did they react when they saw Grandpa like this? "

Bao'er replied truthfully: "I've been asking Miss, if I'm still awake...I'm afraid that the news that I was injured and unconscious will soon spread throughout the Mohist army... .”

Mu Qing: "..."

Things are getting trickier.

Chu Yunyao poured a basin full of cold water, held the edge of the wooden basin with both hands, lowered her head suddenly, and immersed her face in it.

The icy biting chill hit her, and her drowsy mind gradually woke up from the panic.

Ling Yuan is not dead!

He's still breathing.

He is not dead yet, waiting for her to heal.

Swords and guns have no eyes, the battlefield is ruthless, life and death are life and death.

But the person who was almost killed by the bomb was her closest relative, and she would fall into collapse and sluggishness like all ordinary married wives.

But now is not the time for her to be immersed in sadness.

She wants to compete with the god of death.

No matter how painful it is, you should restrain yourself.

The blunt pain in her heart gradually became numb, Chu Yunyao removed her head from the wooden basin, and raised her hand to wipe off the water stains on her face.

She wiped off the cold water on her face and head with a dry handkerchief, washed her hands, and when she walked out of the ear room, she happened to hear the conversation between Bao'er and Mu Qing.

Chu Yunyao stood next to the stretcher again, looking at the wound that had been cleaned up, she held the scalpel again, and when she spoke, she was as calm as an emotionless machine.

The voice was strangely calm, "We can't let the news of Ling Yuan's unconsciousness spread. You send someone to comfort them, and tell them that although Ling Yuan is seriously injured, he will wake up tomorrow evening."

Mu Qing was overjoyed, and the coldness on his face became less serious: "Really?"

"Fake." Chu Yunyao's eyes fell on Mo Lingyuan's belly. She quickly sewed up the wound on Mo Lingyuan's body, twirling the thin thread between her slender and soft fingers, flying up and down, her movements were nimble and fast. .

Mu Qing's heart sank just after he relaxed, "When will the master wake up?"

"I don't know!" Chu Yunyao's tone seemed to be icy, wrapped in a piercing chill.