Power and Favor

Chapter 39: Father Mu Ru arrives

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In his anger, he saw Yuan Qingling holding up a razor again, and he asked angrily: "What do you want to do again?"

"Shaving, how do you disinfect and treat injuries without shaving?" Yuan Qingling patted his leg, "consciously separate a little."

Yu Wenhao only felt that the blood in his whole body rushed to his head, his ears were buzzing, and he was about to explode.

Hearing the sound of the razor scraping the flesh, the fluffy things fell and swept across the thighs, and the touch in every place was humiliating.

Yuan Qing Ling was also very helpless in her heart.

Is she willing to watch? Are you willing to shave his hair? Are you willing to treat the wound there for him

But if he was killed because of the infection, she would not be able to explain to the Taishang or herself.

Even though he was guilty of melons, he was on his own account.

The wound was very fortunate. He just avoided the aorta of the thigh and wiped it from the side. The wound was deep. He didn't know what method to stop the bleeding. He should have poured the styptic powder himself because there was sticky powder next to it.

Moreover, if you are a little bit in the middle, you will definitely chop things off diagonally.

If it is chopped off, then it is really good, the root of all evil.

She thought, and secretly looked up at Yu Wenhao.

Yu Wenhao fisted over, Yuan Qingling quickly retracted his head, and at a glance he saw his face flushed like firecrackers.

"Stitches are still needed!" Yuan Qingling said in a serious manner after disinfecting.

"No!" Yu Wenhao refused, and slowly moved his legs closer, but Yuan Qingling had already pressed his hands first, not allowing his legs to merge.

Yu Wenhao felt his hair stand up, and was scorched with anger one by one.

"All right!" Yuan Qingling picked up the medicine box, found out the anesthesia applied, and said: "I will give you some hemostatic medicine, which can promote the wound to heal as soon as possible."

"Be quicker!" Yu Wenhao stared.

After the application, Yuan Qingling raised her head and asked, "Do you feel that the wound is no longer painful?"

Yu Wenhao felt a bit, and it did not hurt anymore, but he didn't want to admit it, and said stiffly, "Who said it doesn't hurt? Do you think your medicine is so magical?"

Yuan Qingling knew that he had a hard mouth, and didn't care about him, took out the needle and threaded it, and said, "I'm under anesthesia and I'm starting to stitch."

"Yuan Qingling!" Yu Wenhao roared, damn, is this ugly girl still deceiving

The stitches were so painful that his teeth were almost broken. The place where he was going to sew was the most painful part of the whole body. She wanted his life.

"Okay, don't sew, but to scrape off the pus, should this be all right?" Yuan Qingling said.

Yu Wenhao stopped the anger and watched her buried her head, thinking that if the pain struck for a while, he would just kick her over.

Yuan Qingling was actually stitching.

If the anesthetic is applied quickly, it can be completed before the anesthetic expires.

The door slammed open.

Xu Yi walked in like a whirlwind.

The curtain was opened, and with a glance, he was completely frozen, set very firmly, as if struck by lightning.

Master Tang said that the prince needed someone to take care of him at night, so he came to watch the night, and wanted to come in and give a report, and saw the princess buried under the prince.

"Don't get out!" Yu Wenhao also seemed to be struck by thunder, and after a few seconds he furious.

Xu ran out like a ghost, and after a while, he ran back and closed the door.

No one heard the howls in his heart, the woman actually took advantage of the prince's injury.

Yuan Qingling was the most stable in the audience.

Finished stitching in peace, and said: "Okay, it's done."

Is it ready? She was stitching again!

He dropped his hands weakly, and he didn't want to say any more words.

Yuan Qingling cleaned up the scene. He turned his head and watched Yuan Qingling splash something on the ground, the strands of black hair...hair.

He must kill a few people to vent his hatred.

However, now I can only bear it, and if I can't bear it, I will mess up and get big...

Next, no one spoke.

Yuan Qingling fell asleep on her stomach.

In the dream, she was chased and killed. She hid all the way, hiding in Tibet, and was finally driven into a dead end. She raised a big knife, she looked through the fingers of her face, and saw Yu Wenhao's hideous face.

With a slash, blood splashed on her face, she screamed and woke up.

There was a feeling of dampness on his face, and when he reached out his hand, it was all water.

She looked up and saw Yu Wenhao holding a bowl in his hand, with the mouth of the bowl facing down, and the bowl was empty.

His face is smug and sinister.

There was always a bowl of water on the head of the bed for him to drink when he was thirsty.

Yuan Qingling was very angry, she worked tirelessly to wait for him to treat him, and instead of saying thank you, she was teased by him instead.

However, she didn't show her anger. Instead, she looked at him pityingly, "It's really pitiful, the dignified prince, who has wiped out countless enemies, and now she can only retaliate by pouring water against my little girl.

Yu Wenhao looked angry, raised his hand, and the bowl smashed towards her.

The bowl didn't hit Yuan Qingling's body, but instead hit his own head.

The bowl was slippery, he didn't have enough strength, and he looked like he was smashed out, but in fact he just let go.

The bowl hit the bridge of his nose, and the pain made his tears burst out on the spot.

Embarrassed and embarrassed.

The corner of Yuan Qingling's mouth twitched, then he picked up the bowl and walked out.

"Hahahaha", Yuan Qingling laughed outside the door so that the wound almost burst.

Inside, Yu Wenhao rubbed the bridge of his nose and trembled all over, "I'm so angry!"

The dawn dawned, and a faint orange red appeared from the horizon, and the clouds were slowly woven and dyed.

Xu Yi squatted outside last night and fell asleep in a daze.

Awoken by Yuan Qingling's wild laughter, he rubbed his eyes and looked at Yuan Qingling with a distorted smile, "Wang Concubine... Are you okay?"

Yuan Qingling's face flushed with laughter. Even if she stopped smiling, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows flew up, patted Xu Yi's shoulder, "Xu Yi, go in and take care of the prince, he... his life is a bit bitter!"

After Xu Yi watched her say these words, he laughed wildly like a monster, scared him to escape into the house quickly.

"roll!"

He came out dingy, his face black and gray.

Yuan Qingling didn't go in, and strolled out, walked to the lake, watching the orange giant circle slowly jumping out of the horizon.

Watching the sunrise always makes people feel energetic and full of vigor.

The sadness of crossing after death and leaving the family was slowly suppressed by the sunrise, and pressed into an inconspicuous place, almost invisible.

Perhaps it was the sunrise, or the laughter just now made her feel that she had finally lived a normal life for a few minutes.

Under the sun, what is there to be afraid of

She stood by the lake for more than half an hour.

It wasn't until the sun was dazzling that she slowly retracted her gaze.

Tang Yang walked quickly and said in a deep voice: "Wang Hao, Grandpa Mu Ru is here."

Yuan Qingling turned her head and looked at Tang Yang's slightly solemn face, "Mu Ru father-in-law?"

"Mu Ru father-in-law is the chief executive next to the emperor."

"What's the matter?" Yuan Qingling knew that he had always been calm, but now he seemed to be frightened when he saw him, and Mu Ru's father-in-law was not kind.