The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

Jiang Yu watched Dr. Sun smash the white pill into pieces, and divided half of them into water, and the other half of the powder was rubbed on A Sui's wound by Dr. Sun. Two of Dr. Sun’s apprentices used the potion to pry open A Sui’s mouth with chopsticks, and poured the potion into A Sui.

Staring at A Sui's wound, the blood slowly stopped, Jiang Yu let out a sigh of relief, the person backed away, and Jiang Dashao withdrew from the compartment.

Outside the compartment, Wang Decai led someone to guard him. When he saw his young master coming out, Wang Decai was about to speak in a hurry, but Jiang Yu waved his hand at him and said, "The blood has stopped."

Wang Decai: "That's great, thank God. But young master, why does your face look so bad?"

Jiangyu rubbed his nose, "It was smoked by the smell of blood."

"Dizziness?" Wang Decai asked hurriedly.

Jiangyu is more than dizzy, he still wants to vomit.

"Sit down slowly," Wang Decai stretched out his hand to help Jiangyu. Their young master seemed to be unable to take the mantle of Lord Hou. The general's son was bloody, and it would have to be said. What a joke.

"Don't sit down," Jiang Yu leaned against the wall, made a circle for Wang Decai, and said, "The kid inside has such a big wound on his shoulder."

Wang Decai frowned. He is a person who has been on the battlefield. The body of a child is not comparable to that of an adult. There is such a big wound on the shoulder of an adult. This arm is almost useless. If such a wound falls on a child's body , Can this kid's arm be kept?

Jiang Yu: "The blood from the wound doesn't flow much, will he not die?"

This is hard to say. The blood doesn't flow anymore. If the wound does not heal well, if the wound becomes rotten, people will die with rottenness. Wang Decai glanced at his face still pale, and the young master who hadn't recovered, decided not to tell the truth, "What did the doctor say?" Wang Decai asked.

Jiang Yu thought about it, and found that Dr. Sun really hadn't promised him anything. "He didn't say anything." Young Master Jiang was suddenly excited, "Mr. Sun just told me that the medicine is good."

Wang Decai was busy and comforted his young master who was watching to jump. This is not a proverb. His young master was so excited that Wang Decai couldn't figure it out. "I'll go in and take a look." Wang Decai was about to walk into the cubicle. .

"That kid," Jiang Yu stretched out his hand to pull Wang Decai, and said, "He is wearing night clothes, and the one in the middle is still an arrow wound."

Wang Decai: "Huh?"

"My milk said it was Zhao Da who was injured, so I came here to have a look. How could it be that a child was injured?" Jiang Yu asked in a low voice.

At this time, Young Master Jiang reacted. In this situation, there was too much discrepancy with his milk.

Wang Decai didn’t know about this. He went to the old man in the capital last night. He looked for the old man all night. He just returned to the mansion and before he could catch a breath, he was called by the old lady again to accompany the young man to the hospital. coming.

Jiangyu: "Who is the kid inside? What is the relationship with Zhao Da?"

Wang Decai asked in a low voice, "How old is that kid?"

Jiangyu: "Look at six or seven years old, seven or eight years old?"

Wang Decai: "That can't be the son of the eldest man, he's not the right age."

Jiangyu: "Who is that kid?"

Wearing night clothes and getting injured by an arrow, this is definitely not a child of ordinary people. Wang Decai brushed off the clothes he had just put on when he returned to the house, and said to Jiangyu: "Let's wait for the master to come back and ask him, I'll go in and have a look. "

Wang Decai quietly entered the cubicle, stood in front of the bed, stretched his head and looked on the bed. A Sui was unconscious in the bed, the bed board under her body was soaked with blood, and the blood flowed to the ground and gathered in a pool. The child was naked at the moment, his clothes were picked up by the doctor and thrown on the ground. Wang Decai looked down. His eldest and young master was right. It was a night gown.

Doctor Sun bandaged A Sui's wound with a wound cloth and tied the knot. That's it, Doctor Sun did not breathe a sigh of relief. Several doctors and apprentices stared at the wound cloth, Wang Decai stretched his head and looked at it. The big guy waited for a while, but he didn't see blood infiltrating the wound cloth, and he was relieved.

"He has such a big wound," Wang Decai asked Dr. Sun in a low voice, "Can this child's arm be kept?"

It would be a pity for such a small child to lose an arm.

Doctor Sun glanced at Wang Decai and shook his head: "It's hard to tell now, it depends on how well his wound is healed, and the child's fate."

Wang Decai walked closer to the bed and stared at A Sui's right hand with the palm facing forward. There was a thick callus on the child's hand, which was a hand holding a sword and a sword.

"Fortunately, your house sent me the medicine," Dr. Sun took the apprentice and handed over a wet towel, wiped his hands, and exclaimed to Wang Decai: "The old lady of your house saved his life."

Wang Decai: "My old lady has always been kind-hearted and bodhisattva-hearted."

"My house, my master and his son," the gourd who had been huddled to the side finally spoke at this moment.

Only then did Wang Decai discover that the gourd was there. Seeing that the gourd was covering his face with his shirt, the butler Wang asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?"

The gourd wanted to cry without tears, "The smell of blood is too unpleasant!"

God knows how hard he endured so much that he didn't spit it out!

Wang Decai: "..."

Do people who have never been on the battlefield like this?

"Where is your master?" Wang Decai asked Calabash.

Before Hulu could speak, Jiangyu's voice came from outside the door: "Second Sister? Why are you here?"

The door of the compartment was pushed open from the outside, Jiang Mingyue quickly stepped into the compartment and walked straight to the side of the bed.

Wang Decai hurriedly greeted Jiang Mingyue, and he also asked Jiang Yu's question: "Ms. Second, why are you here?"

Jiang Mingyue's complexion was not pretty, but it was definitely not like Jiangyu and Hulu. He couldn't smell the blood. "Let me see," Jiang Mingyue said to Wang Decai, "How is the child?"

Before Wang Decai spoke, the second lady of his family struck him and walked over, wind blowing at his feet.

"Second Miss," Doctor Sun wanted to salute Jiang Mingyue.

"Mr. You have worked hard," Jiang Mingyue squatted to Dr. Sun first, turned to look at A Sui on the bed, and whispered to Dr. Sun: "Sir, how is this child?"

Doctor Sun said: "The old man stitched up the wound for him. After using the medicine sent by your mansion, the blood in his wound stopped."

A bed of blood, A Sui covered in blood, Jiang Mingyue's mind went blank for a moment, and his body shook and almost didn't stop.

"Second Miss!" Wang Decai hurriedly took a few steps forward and stood behind Jiang Mingyue, preventing his second lady from sitting on the ground.

"Sir?" Jiang Mingyue looked at Doctor Sun.

"You should be able to save your life," Doctor Sun thought it over, and promised Jiang Mingyue: "At this point, the second lady don't have to worry."

Jiang Mingyue: "What about his arm? Can his arm be kept?"

Dr. Sun shook his head now, Dr. Sun still said, it depends on the child's good fortune.