Chapter 257

Ultimatum yunmo waited for him in front of the account door.

Murong Huan saw the cloud desert and immediately walked over with an angry face.

"Dieyun, what's the matter? Have you defected to them? What's the purpose of bringing my eldest brother here?"

"Why don't you believe me? Just to save him? Come in and have a look." ultimatum yunmo smiled helplessly and motioned the medical soldier to bring Murong Huan a suit of that kind of blouse.

Muronghuan's leg still hurt. He limped to the camp, but he was unwilling to wear a smock.

"Dieyun, what are you doing? Why do you wear such ugly clothes?"

"I'm afraid the dirty things on you will catch Shan Yu. Put them on."

Murong Huan scoffed, but he didn't say much when he thought it was on someone else's territory. He dressed honestly and went in.

Now Murong TuYan's high fever has subsided. He doesn't have any other discomfort except that he looks a little pale. Obviously, he is sleeping very heavily now.

Murong Huan cautiously came to Murong TuYan's head and looked at his sleeping appearance. He was excited. Was he cured?

Murong Huan wanted to try Murong TuYan's breath. Unfortunately, he was wearing linen gloves and didn't feel very clearly, but he still felt the heat exhaled by Murong TuYan.

The smile filled his eyes. Murong Huan relaxed and began to think about other things.

For example, why are the people of wanjian City willing to save Murong TuYan? Isn't it better for them to die?

What's hidden in this?

Only dieyunmo knows about it.

So, after Murong Huan went out, he immediately went to find Duan yunmo and asked him the context of the matter.

Ultimatum yunmo also had no intention to hide, told the cause and effect again, and finally only lamented.

Although Murong Huan was young, he was not as impulsive as Murong Yuehua. He also thought about the problems mentioned by Duan yunmo, but he didn't think far enough. He even wanted to fight against wanjian city.

Even if you die in battle.

Now it seems that he still thinks too much of himself. If he is really impulsive and leads the army to fight with wanjian City, I'm afraid everything will be irreparable.

"Don't tell Mrs. Shan Yu about this first. Just say that she will recover here and return to the city in three days. Let her wait at ease. With you and Yuehua, she should be at ease."

Murong Huan nodded and planned to go back.

At this time, ye Qiu came to change the dressing for Murong TuYan again. He frowned when he saw Murong Huan limping.

"Boy, if you don't treat your leg again, I'm afraid you'll be lame all your life. It's better to spend some money and my sister will help you."

Murong Huan turned his head to look at Ye Qiu, looked at his legs, and then turned to die yunmo.

Ultimatum yunmo nodded, and Murong Huan stopped.

"You heal my brother first. I'm not in a hurry."

Ye Qiu nodded and arranged for a medical soldier to go directly to Murong Huan.

"Little general, let me help you clean up first."

After that, he opened the medical box behind him and took out a pile of bottles and cans.

Murong Huan wanted to refuse, and wanted to know what the use of these things was. He took off his boots, rolled up his trouser legs and asked the medical soldier to help him deal with the knife wound on his leg.

Speaking of this, Murong Huan was still angry. Lu Qing's knife was too sharp, but he swept it from his leg and cut his boots in an instant, almost cutting to the bone.

Later, she carried him around and hit him on the head.

As soon as his leg hurt, Murong Huan saw that the medical soldier poured something in a bottle on the fine linen cloth and began to clean his wound. The "water" flowed into the wound, which was very painful.

However, the taste of this thing... Good wine?

This is still some alcohol distilled by Lu Qing. It is specially used to scrub wounds, not to drink.

Murong Huan endured the pain and thought that the people here were really evil. The things used to heal wounds were different from those elsewhere.

After cleaning, the medic began to wipe his medicine again. After wiping, he took out a needle with thread from the medicine box, took it and began to sew it on the wound on his leg.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Murong Huan hurriedly took his leg aside.

"The wound on the young general's leg is too big. It's easy to crack without stitches. I'm afraid it's going to be infected with pus at that time. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

The medical soldiers smiled and wanted to sew again. The soldiers on their side were used to this method of wound treatment. People elsewhere were afraid they could not accept it for the moment.

"I'm not a dress. How can I sew with a needle? Just tie me with a bandage and the wound won't crack."

"Little general, I don't know. After sewing the wound on the leg, you don't need to tie too many bandages. Otherwise, I'm afraid the blood will be blocked and affect the recovery. After sewing, you only need to tie two layers slightly, as long as you prevent dust from falling in."

"I ask you, my eldest brother is said to have a half foot knife wound on his back. You did the same?"

"Yes, but your injury of Shan Yu delayed some time. I couldn't handle it well. It was all done by doctor Ye. Finally, it was sewn."

"Well... Then sew it for me..."

Murong Huan finally stretched out his leg again.

The medic carefully sewed his legs one needle at a time. Finally, he wiped them with alcohol and wrapped them with two circles of bandages to make him pay attention not to get dirty things in. He also gave him a small glass bottle with fine linen cut into small pieces and a little "wine".

Murong Huan took these things and went back to them.

Seeing that Murong Huan had returned intact, the Xianbei soldiers were relieved and hurriedly asked him how Shan Yu was, so Murong Huan said the truth.

"They said that Shan Yu should wake up in three days. At that time, he will be sent to Ruhan city. Let's take it easy and wait back in the city."

Mrs. Shan Yu was still a little anxious, but now she believed Murong Huan when she said so. Therefore, Xianbei soldiers returned to the rare city.

Murong TuYan woke up that night.

He found that he was not in Shan Yu's house, but in the Han people's camp, but he was in pain all over and had little strength. He had to lie on the bed.

"Murong Chanyu, are you awake?" a medical soldier came and directly probed Murong TuYan's forehead. Murong TuYan wanted to get rid of it, but his hand was unable to lift up.

He only remembered that he fainted on his way back to the village. Later, he heard his wife's cry, and then he didn't remember anything.

Now he is lying in the camp of wanjian city. Can he say

Has the city of rare been beaten down?

"Tell me... What happened to my people by you?"

His voice was hoarse and weak. Murong TuYan even wished he was dead.