Liang He really didn't like Nan Yan, especially since Nan Yan still had secrets hidden in him. But Liang He could understand Yan Ling's mood. He knew very well that Yan Ling's feelings for Nan Yan were just like his feelings for his subordinates who followed him through life and death, like brothers, and sometimes more like family members.
Perhaps it was because of his empathy that Liang He began to treat Nan Yan's wounds with some worry, and left Yan Ling and the others where they were. He just informed his subordinates and left with Nan Yan.
Even though Liang He had mysophobia and felt unwell, it was true after all. He carried Nan Yan all the way to Mu Qingqiu's medical clinic. Even I felt that it was really unexpected that I didn't drop the person halfway.
Not long after Liang He left with Nan Yan, several men in black arrived again, but this time they were sent by Liang He. The time is also about the same, almost the same as the front and back legs.
It turns out that Liang He didn't just notify his men when he decided to take Nan Yan away, but he asked his men to rush over immediately after the incident, which was how he achieved such a quick result.
Yan Ling and the other three were also anxious. Liang He left too fast just now and didn't tell them where he took Nan Yan.
Li Yi and Qing Yu wanted to ask Yan Ling, but when they saw Yan Ling's slightly dull eyes, they couldn't speak. So everyone didn't say anything, but just followed the carriage forward.
Liang He was very good at Qinggong. Although he was galloping all the way, he was very stable. In addition, he paid special attention to the wound on Nan Yan's arm, so even when he arrived at Mu Qingqiu's medical clinic, Nan Yan only looked paler. No one can tell anything is different.
Even if Mu Qingqiu is a miracle doctor, he can't see everything about the condition at a glance. He thought it was some minor injury at the moment. When he saw Liang He's expression, he didn't think much about it. He just thought it was the person who asked for his ID card and went directly to the doctor. Liang He took the person in his hand and carried him to the backyard.
Mu Qingqiu looked like he must have reached the age of sixty, but he was holding a man who was thin but stretched out without any reluctance, as if he had just stuffed a kitten or puppy into his arms. The pace is very steady.
Liang He looked at Mu Qingqiu's back intently for a while, his eyes showing a thoughtful look. And then the person has been delivered. If this can make the kid lose his life, then he can really be considered exhausted.
Precisely because he knew what Mu Qingqiu was capable of, Liang He didn't worry too much. Instead, he clapped his hands and went to the backyard to find some water to wash away the blood on his hands.
Although he didn't have time to think too much along the way, when Liang He took a break and saw the blood on his hands, he just felt uncomfortable all over. How could he continue to endure it
After arriving at the back room, Mu Qingqiu smelled it carefully and smelled a faint scent, like the fragrance of flowers or medicine, and felt slightly stunned.
The faint smell of top-quality rosin mixed with musk in the golden sore medicine was vaguely visible, but Mu Qingqiu, who had been dealing with herbal medicine for half his life, clearly noticed that there was agrimony in the golden sore medicine.
If it were an ordinary doctor, they would naturally have never heard of this method of medicine, but if it were some dignitaries in the capital, they might know that this kind of medicine is actually unique to Dark Dragon Pavilion.
Because people from Dark Dragon Pavilion often carry out assassination missions, even if they are very skilled and have never failed, it is inevitable to get injured.
This kind of gold medicine can help them stop bleeding faster. How could those doctors who are so anxious know this? In addition, because the amount of agrimony added to it is very particular, even if doctors outside know about it, they can't make it.
Some dignitaries in the capital used various means to obtain some of the unique golden sore medicine from Dark Dragon Pavilion for emergencies. Even if it is useless, having it at home can be regarded as a different kind of show off.
Mu Qingqiu looked carefully at the black-clothed boy lying on the bed. This child was still young, and Mu Qingqiu had seen most of the powerful people in the capital, and his dress did not look like one of them. Could it be
Mu Qingqiu suddenly felt frightened. Could it be that this child was actually a member of the killer organization Dark Dragon Pavilion
However, speculation is still speculation. Treating injuries and rescuing talents is what Mu Qingqiu should do now. So after a slight daze, Mu Qingqiu began to unwrap the cloth wrapped around Nan Yan's arm.
While undoing the things under his hands, Mu Qingqiu complained: "Children are children after all, and the medicine they use doesn't matter whether it's light or heavy. Isn't this a waste of money?"
Of course, this medicine Mu Qingqiu knows that it has an extremely good hemostatic effect. At the same time, it is no more pungent than the other commonly sold golden sore medicines. Although the smell of this medicine has such a delicate fragrance, it is also quite light.
Mu Qingqiu could smell it clearly just now. To achieve such an effect, he should have sprinkled a small bottle on the wound. Mu Qingqiu suddenly felt a little painful.
However, when Mu Qingqiu completely removed all the strips of cloth on Nan Yan's arm and saw the exposed wounds, he immediately didn't think so.
Compared to before, Nan Yan's wound was no longer bleeding continuously, but was still bleeding faintly. Because the blood stains have been simply treated, the wound is now more clearly exposed, and the bones are faintly visible.
If this bottle had not been poured directly, I am afraid that the child would have died directly due to excessive bleeding.
Mu Qingqiu obviously didn't expect it to be so serious. When he thought about the scene where he was calm and composed just now and blamed others for wasting medicine, Mu Qingqiu wanted to slap himself. My eyesight now is really not as good as before.
Seeing such a serious wound, Mu Qingqiu didn't panic at all, but seemed even more excited. Perhaps doctors generally like to personally bring people back from hell, which would give them a greater sense of accomplishment.
Although Nan Yan now looks like the wound is no longer bleeding, in fact the bleeding has not really stopped. If it is not solved as soon as possible, problems will still arise.
Mu Qingqiu naturally knew this, so he took out a row of silver needles that he almost always carried and began to give Nan Yan acupuncture.
The person who just now said that his eyesight was not as good as before is now holding the needle as if he is being watched by a god. His movements are precise and clean, and the wind on his sleeves may make many people feel that they are beyond their reach. .
The movements of Mu Qingqiu's hands looked very free and easy, but he still knew exactly what was going on.
After using a set of acupuncture techniques, Mu Qingqiu seemed to be a little exhausted. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He was not as rude as usual, and his face was slightly pale.
(End of chapter)