"My servant just received the news that the guards are already heading towards Jiulongguan, probably because they are afraid of the sudden attack of the Yuehe Chu army." Dongmei explained.
Dongfang Jing nodded thoughtfully, then stretched out her hand towards Dongmei, "Mabosan."
"Yes." Dongmei immediately handed her a small bottle.
Dongfang Jing unscrewed the bottle cap, sprinkled the full bottle of medicinal powder on the side of Yu Jian, and said back, "Not enough."
Dongmei's nerves were tense, and she quickly unscrewed three more bottles and handed them over.
Dongfang Jing took it directly without looking back, and sprinkled all of it on Empress Xiao's wound.
Empress Xiao was still in a coma, and with the effect of Mafeisan, she couldn't feel any pain for a while, so that Dongfang Jing cleaned up almost all the stains near her wound, and she didn't respond at all.
"Help me." Dongfang Jing clenched the Feathered Arrow with one hand, and held a large gauze in the other hand, stuffing it into Dongmei's hand.
Dongmei's expression froze, she was very nervous.
It was the first time for her to follow behind her master to treat the wounded, and she felt panicked.
Dongfang Jing's forehead was already covered with sweat, and her temples were already drenched. Dongmei knew that she could no longer back down, she nodded heavily, and immediately took the gauze.
"one."
"two."
"three!"
Dongfang Jing counted three numbers in her mouth, and with a sudden force, she pulled out the feathered arrow by the roots!
The Feather Arrow had obviously pierced the main artery, and as soon as she let go, blood gushed out like a fountain!
"Quick!" She yelled at Dongmei who was stunned aside, "Hurry up and hold it down!"
"Yes!" Dongmei leaned over, holding the gauze, using all her strength to suppress the surging blood!
Fanxing and Yingyue at the side trembled slightly in fright.
"Master, if this continues, she will lose too much blood and die." Dongmei's voice was hoarse.
"Don't talk! Hold it down! Don't move!" Dongfang Jing had expected such a result, but if the feathered arrow hadn't been pulled out to block the blood flow, a large piece of flesh and blood near Empress Xiao's chest would be necrotic and dirty. Breeding, then it will really be incurable!
Dongmei quickly shut up, exhausted all her strength, and crushed Queen Xiao's wound to death.
Dongfang Jing glanced back at Fan Xing, and said, "Go to the kitchen and get a jug of wine!"
"Yes!" Fan Xing backed away in a hurry.
Even though Dongmei held the wound, the blood continued to flow out. In an instant, the cushion under Empress Xiao turned red.
Yingyue watched from the side in shock.
Dongfang Jing raised her eyes and looked at her, as if she suddenly remembered something, "Yingyue, I heard that your embroidery is good?"
"Ah?" Yingyue was full of thoughts on the wounded on the ground, feeling very nervous, she raised her eyes and looked at Dongfang Jing in surprise. At this time, don't you think it's a bit strange to ask this kind of question
"Really?" Dongfang Jing repeated, with a serious face, not like joking.
"It's okay!" Yingyue nodded modestly.
"Okay." Dongfang Jing raised her hand and took out a silver needle from the medicine box. This silver needle is unusual, with a hole left at the end of the needle, just like an embroidery needle, except that a nearly transparent dark yellow thread is threaded through the hole.
She handed the silver needle to Yingyue and said in a deep voice, "Take it, it will be useful later."
Yingyue's palms were already drenched with sweat, she gritted her teeth and nodded.
Dongfang Jing then bent down and took out a small silver scissors from the medicine box, so small that it could only be held between two fingers.