Chu Yunyao lifted the quilt, cut off Feng Shaojin's shirt, and checked the wound: "If the bullet misses a little bit, it will hurt his heart, and the gods can't save him.

The wound had already begun to rot, and it would be troublesome if the bullet was not taken out in a few days. "

Chu Yunyao found a scalpel from the medical bag, put it on the fire, and planned to cut off the carrion from Feng Shaojin's wound: "There is not enough anesthetic, so I can only let him bear it."

Mo Lingwei was noncommittal.

Feng Shaojin struggled to push Chu Yunyao, and tightly grabbed Mo Lingwei's cuff with his fingers: "Ling Wei, please talk to me, can you listen to me?

I don't want her to operate on me, I want you to operate on me..."

Mo Lingwei was like a puppet, letting him drag her around, her eyes full of sarcasm: "Feng Shaojin, are you happy to see me running around and crying and worrying about you?

I feel that I still care about you so much, that I will not hesitate to abandon the dignity of the eldest lady of the Mo family for you, and agree to all your requests...

Feng Shaojin, a person like you is really scary and calculating. "

Feng Shaojin's already pale face turned pale little by little: "Ling Wei..."

"If you don't want to be cured, then don't treat it. Anyway, if you stay behind, you won't die..." Mo Lingwei's bloodless lips trembled: "Just treat me as if I fed the dog with sincerity !"

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin coughed violently and struggled to sit up.

Chu Yunyao was not a very patient person. Seeing that Feng Shaojin was wounded like this with so much strength, she simply slashed down on his neck with one hand and knocked him out.

"It's finally clean." Chu Yunyao quickly cleaned up the carrion on Feng Shaojin's wound, "It's all over now, even the anesthetic is saved."

Mo Lingwei watched as Chu Yunyao cut off the carrion, took out the bullet, stitched up the wound, applied ointment, and tied gauze, all in an orderly manner.

Her eyes moved from the man's chest to Feng Shaojin's faint handsome face.

This face is extremely handsome, a rare feature, just lying there quietly, it is like a flawless work of art.

I don't know if it's because he has lost weight, but Mo Lingwei suddenly felt that this familiar face seemed much stranger.

He had transformed into something she didn't recognize.

The operation was done quickly and successfully. After Chu Yunyao covered Feng Shaojin with the bedding, gave Feng Shaojin another injection, and adjusted the infusion tube, she finally straightened up, "Okay, as long as he doesn't It’s going to be a long journey to death, take good care of it, and it’ll be fine after ten days and half a month, you won’t die.”

Seeing that Mo Lingwei was completely numb, Chu Yunyao comforted her, "Don't worry, this kind of surgery won't trouble me."

Mo Lingwei finally came to her senses, and quickly scooped up warm water for Chu Yunyao to wash her hands.

When the two opened the door again, the sky was already pale.

"Thank you sister-in-law." Mo Lingwei put on the cloak, "Let's go."

Chu Yunyao wondered: "Are you assured that he is here alone? You won't stay with him until he wakes up?"

"No." Mo Lingwei's voice changed from empty to cold, "Without me here, he will recover faster."

Chu Yunyao: "..."

Chu Yunyao helped her climb onto the horse, and brought her back to the Marshal's Mansion together.

I don't know if there was a cold wind blowing in the middle of the night, and when I returned to the mansion, Mo Lingwei started to have a fever, cough, and couldn't get sick.

Chu Yunyao's diagnosis is: wind and cold.

According to Chu Yunyao's instructions, Bao'er moved to Zhuyuan to take good care of Mo Lingwei.

The good decoction was drunk bowl after bowl, but Mo Lingwei still didn't see any improvement, lying on the bed almost unable to even get up.