"That..." Ye Chengan looked at her posture and hesitated for two seconds. After all, he was worried about the life safety of his little friend and said weakly to her: "If it doesn't work, we should go back to the house and let the doctor help him get it out. Bar?"
"Oh... whatever." Ye Qiqi spread his hands and said, "You can wait until he returns to the palace, but I think with the speed of his bleeding, he will be hanging on the road before he can return to Prince Jing'an's palace. "
"This..." Ye Chengan was speechless.
Mo Hanqing, who had been silent until now, turned his head at this moment, looked at Ye Chengan with his deep black eyes, and said calmly, "Let her do it."
"But..." Ye Chengan always felt that the method Ye Qiqi just said... was a bit scary.
"I went back home and saw the doctor, and it was handled in the same way." Mo Hanqing said without a trace of fluctuation in his voice: "I believe her."
I believe her.
But these three simple words made Ye Qiqi's heart tremble.
She lowered her head and looked at his chiseled profile. Her jade-like eyes were slightly lowered, as if they were looking at the ground of the carriage. Her long and curled eyelashes covered the brilliance under his eyes.
She bit her lip hard, threw the dagger back to Ye Chengan and said, "It's really boring."
"Ah... ah??" Ye Chengan hurriedly caught the dagger she threw. Before he could figure out what she meant, he saw her hands flat on Mo Hanqing's back, dark red The blood instantly stained her slender white fingers red.
However, in the next second, several small and sharp darts instantly flew out from Mo Hanqing's back, and all of them were nailed into the roof of the carriage.
"Okay, we've got it out." Ye Qiqi pulled back the hands that were flat on Mo Hanqing's back, then pulled off the hem of his robe and carefully wiped the blood on his back.
"This...is this good??" Ye Chengan looked up at the dart nailed to the roof of the carriage, then looked down at Mo Hanqing's still bleeding back, and said dumbfounded.
"Forget it." After Ye Qiqi wiped away most of the blood on his back, she looked at the wound that started to turn black when he was startled, and said in a cold voice: "It's just that the poison still needs to be treated."
"How to deal with it?" Ye Chengan asked quickly.
"Suck the poison out." Ye Qiqi turned around, threw the hem of his robe that had wiped the blood from his wound into Ye Chengan's hand and said, "I'll do it."
Her soft and warm palms covered his back as she spoke.
Mo Hanqing's body froze for a moment, then he raised his head, looked at Ye Chengan who was standing aside stupidly, and said, "Come here."
"Me?!" Ye Chengan pointed at his nose with an expression of disbelief and said in surprise.
Ye Qiqi also looked at him with a confused look on his face and said: "Your Highness, it seems inappropriate for Mr. Ye to do such a thing. After all... I am His Highness's personal bodyguard."
"That's right, that's right." Ye Chengan nodded repeatedly and said, "What about that, how about I go find some water for you, since I have to clean the wound later."
As he spoke, he flew out of the carriage as if escaping.
The whole car suddenly became quiet.
Mo Hanqing lay on the soft couch, a faint blush appearing on her pale cheeks.
Ye Qiqi looked at his back with a serious expression and said, "Your Highness... it might hurt a little."