Aniu was shocked. How could a good yard be like this when he was here a few days ago? Where's Sister Bai
Song Lang pulled his legs out and rushed inside, rushing too quickly, and bumped into a person at the corner.
The two collided and each took two steps back.
As soon as Ah Wu looked up, he saw Song Lang. With this face, he would never admit his mistake: "Song Lang? Why are you? Why are you here?"
Song Lang looked anxious: "Where is Bai Zhi? How is she? Is she okay?"
Suddenly, Ah Wu thought of something, rushed forward and grabbed Song Lang by the collar, and asked angrily: "Did you do this thing?"
Song Lang pushed him away: "What nonsense are you talking about? I just returned to the county and just learned that she lives here. What can I do? What do you think I will do to her?"
Ah Wu was also anxious, so he would say this. He knew that Song Lang had feelings for Bai Zhi, and he wouldn't do anything to hurt her.
Thinking that Song Lang is also a doctor, he is still a very powerful doctor, he rushed forward again, and tightly grasped Song Lang's arm, "The emperor is injured, Azhi is emotionally unstable, you must help her, you must help her ."
Song Lang was anxious, he just wanted to see Bai Zhi right away to confirm whether she was safe and sound.
"Take me quickly, what else are you talking about?" Song Lang shouted.
Wu hurriedly led Song Lang into the inner courtyard. Outside a south-facing bedroom, there were seven or eight guards in black, all of them dignified.
"Quickly, quickly, get out of the way." Wu rushed forward and pushed the closed door open.
Bai Zhi knelt down beside Chu Yan, holding the arrow handles in both hands, her face pale, her hands trembling slightly.
The arrow has been taken down, just pull out the arrow body, but she can't use her strength at this time, letting others pull it and feel uneasy.
The door was opened and her footsteps were hurried. She didn't turn her head to look, it must be Wu.
One hand held her wrist, warm and strong, not Ah Wu's hand.
She turned her head and saw those eyes, familiar and unfamiliar, disgusting and memorable.
"I'll come." Song Lang's eyes were soft, and his hand moved to the arrow's handle, breaking her fingers apart one by one, "I'll come, trust me."
If anyone else can convince her now, only Song Lang.
Song Lang was good at medicine and poison. With him, Chu Yan would surely be rescued, and he would surely be rescued.
Tears fell again, and Yingying tears looked at Song Lang: "We must save him, we must save him."
Song Lang nodded: "Don't worry, I will save him, don't cry." He raised his hand, wanting to wipe the tears from her face, but he raised his hand and finally put it down.
Xiao Qing stepped forward with red eyes, took the veil and wiped her face, and saw the blood on her body again, and asked in surprise: "Are you hurt? Where is the hurt?"
Bai Zhi shook his head: "I'm not injured, I'm fine."
Song Lang looked at the location of the wound, guessing how it hurt, and sighed in his heart.
As the king of a country, Chu Yan can still ignore his life for the sake of Bai Zhi. If it is him, can he do it
Song Langchao Baizhi said: "Is your medicine chest there?"
Wu hurriedly carried the silver medicine box placed in the corner of the room.
Song Lang had seen Bai Zhi use some tools in the medicine box to treat wounds. He thought those things were very good, convenient and clean.
Although he has only seen it once, he is confident that he can make good use of those tools.
Draw arrows, stop bleeding, and sew up.
Although it was the first time to do it, he did it very skillfully. Even Bai Zhi wondered if he was a modern person wearing it.
Song Lang said, "I have also learned some surgery. Although the tools are not the same as yours, there are always some similarities and ingenuities. Over the years, I can often think of these things about you. After secretly pondering, I can understand them."