Don't panic, my mother and I are dressed as Houfu mother-in-law and daughter-in-law!

Chapter 80 Injured
Seeing that excuses didn't work, Gu Qingyou could only play tricks in desperation: "Why, staying in an inn is not like going to jail, and my wife wants to go out for a walk? Or are you relying on the fact that the Meng family is behind you, and you don't even have the Duke's mansion?" Put it in your eyes?!"

What he said was serious, the shopkeeper immediately sweated profusely, and couldn't stop apologizing: "Don't be angry, the nobleman, but the little one is just following orders. I heard that the assassin was seriously injured, and he should be able to subdue the law soon. How about the nobleman go back first?" Wait until the magistrate orders to unseal it, and it will not be too late for the nobleman to go out again."

Just as they were in a stalemate, someone behind him suddenly said: "Young madam is going out?"

Gu Qingyou suddenly turned around, and saw Song Hengye was standing on the high step of the stairs looking over from a distance, unlike yesterday's white clothes, today he was wearing black clothes, his face was much fairer, emm~~ seems more handsome .

"Uh~ I suddenly don't want to go out anymore. There are assassins everywhere outside, so it's safer to stay in the inn."

Seeing her walking back, the shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said: "I will order someone to deliver the mutton soup later, my lord, wait a moment."

Lu Qingyou went upstairs without looking back: "No need, I don't want to drink anymore."

Walking up to Song Hengye, he asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Where did you go just now? Come talk in mother's room first."

There was no response behind him, thinking that he didn't hear clearly, and was about to repeat it, but when he turned around, he saw his lips were tightly pursed, his lips were pale, and his heart tightened: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Hengye wanted to answer, but he didn't want to open his mouth, but blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and then his tall figure swayed a few times, almost falling on Gu Qingyou's body.

Gu Qingyou was about to help, but he had already stabilized his figure in time, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said softly and forbearance: "Shut up, take me back to my room."

Just now he sneaked into the inn and was about to go back to his room quietly, but when he heard Gu Qingyou arguing with the shopkeeper, he guessed that she wanted to go out to find him, so he went over and called her over.

He suffered several stab wounds on his body. In order to get rid of the pursuers, he almost circled the county town, and he was already exhausted due to excessive blood loss.

As soon as he entered the door, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and leaned against the wall weakly. Gu Qingyou quickly closed the door, helped him to lie down on the bed, but in the end, his hand was cold.

She raised her red hands, trembling as she spoke: "You, you have shed a lot of blood~"

No wonder he suddenly changed into black clothes. It turned out that he was afraid that others would see that his complexion was not fair, but pale after blood loss.

Song Hengye closed his eyes slightly, as if he was enduring great pain. He was afraid that she would worry, so he deliberately said calmly: "A little injury, just take some medicine later and it will be fine."

Gu Qingyou knew that he usually carried wound medicine with him, so he said he was offended, so he carefully touched his chest, but accidentally touched the wound, Song Hengye snorted, and said with difficulty: "The medicine is in the bag, please trouble me Young Madam... Take a white bottle and a red bottle, and mix the white, three and red with seven."

Gu Qingyou hurriedly did as he said, and asked, "And then? Can I just paint it on?"

"Thank you, young lady, I can do it myself."

Song Hengye was about to get up as he said that, but he had no strength in his body, and couldn't sit up after struggling several times.

Gu Qingyou couldn't help but say, and lay down on him: "Let me do it, the more you move, the more you bleed, it's time to wash away the medicine."

Song Hengye still had concerns. It was not appropriate for a single man and a widow to live in the same room. After changing her dressing, she would have to take off her clothes, which would damage her reputation.

Gu Qingyou doesn't care about this, unless she asks Song Chengye for help, but he will definitely have to break the casserole and ask the end, and big men are clumsy, so they are not as careful as her.

Due to being injured for too long, the clothes on Song Hengye's chest had already stuck to the wound, and if he dragged it on, he might be infected.

She found scissors to cut the clothes open, twisted the towel with warm water, and carefully wiped off the blood stains on his chest, completely exposing the hideous knife wounds.

The skin and flesh on both sides of the incision were rolled up, and it was useless to apply only medicine, so it had to be sutured in time.

Or the reason why the guest room is expensive, opened the drawer, and there were embroidery needles of different thicknesses in it. She got up and went out for a while, and when she came back, she saw that the wine rack in the room was full of wines in different jars, so she took them down one by one. Squat on the ground and smash the mud seal with scissors, trying to pick out the strongest jar.

Song Hengye smelled the aroma of wine, turned his head with difficulty, and saw more than a dozen wine jars, large and small, dismantled around her, and asked in confusion, "What is Young Madam going to do?"

Gu Qingyou dipped some wine on the mouth of the altar to taste: "Your wound must be stitched up quickly, otherwise it will be easily infected. I will find altar wine to disinfect it."

Song Chengye's forehead twitched violently: "...It's just a skin injury, so don't worry about it."

Gu Qingyou kept his hands on it, and finally found a pot that tasted the spiciest, and walked towards the bed with his arms: "How can I do that? If you bleed too much, you will die. If you don't trust my skills, then let the government Come to the doctor."

"That's too motivating, and it's easy to expose."

"Yes, so I have to come."

She couldn't help but say that after cleaning her hands, she took out the embroidery needle and the catgut that she just went to the government doctor to soak in the wine jar, then burned the embroidery needle on the oil lamp, and took a deep breath: "Maybe a little It hurts, bear with it."

"...How about I do it myself?"

When marching and fighting, injuries are unavoidable. In the past, military doctors had not been used to sew the wounds, but if it was her who did the work, the seven-foot man was a little frightened.

Gu Qingyou was actually a little nervous. Although she had sewed a few dolls in her previous life, she was somewhat confident in her needlework, but sewing skin and flesh was still somewhat different from sewing cloth. Once the stitches were not neatly sewn, scars would last a lifetime.

Seeing that her hand holding the needle and thread trembled slightly, Song Hengye didn't care about the defense of men and women, and grabbed her wrist: "Why don't you try the medicine first?"

Gu Qingyou was concentrating on how to start, and subconsciously waved his hand away: "It is true that we should put some hemostatic medicine first, otherwise it will be difficult to sew."

"... What I mean is, why don't you take medicine to see the effect, maybe you will heal after a while?"

"The incision is a finger deep, even if it is stitched up, it will take some time to heal."

"Okay then~"

Song Hengye gave up struggling, closed his eyes not to look at her slightly naive operation, suddenly remembered something, and said again: "By the way, there is still a bottle of mandosan in the bag, do you want many ladies to try it?"

Gu Qingyou gestured with the needle for a long time, and finally raised her head after hearing the words: "Mantusan? What is that for?"

Song Hengye had never used it before, but he heard from Budou that if he rubbed it on the wound, he would lose consciousness for a short time, so he didn't feel any pain.

He thought he didn't need those things at all, and the only bottle was stuffed for him by the previous step.

However, Gu Qingyou was overjoyed: "That's the anesthetic! I just need it!"

　Babies, please stretch out your little hands for Xiao Xianer to see~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)