Ghost Emperor Domineering Pet: Meng Fei, too black belly

Chapter 317

The arrows on the shoulders had been cut off and pierced deeply into the flesh.

Blood continued to ooze from around the wound.

Chu Yao's heart seemed to be pierced severely by the arrow.

She could hardly hold back the tears from the pain.

Why is Mo Xiuran so stupid?

Did you even risk your life to save her?

"Tsk tsk tsk, my poor little Momo! In order to see the woman I love, I have been driving for several days without sleep, but I didn't expect Wenxiang nephrite to be hugged. Instead, I was lying here dying."

"Are you saying that you were committed by Peach Blossom? You haven't been able to get close to a woman for more than [-] years. It's hard to find someone you like and can get close to, but you can't catch up. Now you have been shot by an arrow, and my life I'm going to lose it..."

"Shut up!!" Chu Yao finally couldn't bear it anymore, and roared, "Are you okay or not? I'll come!"

After finishing speaking, he got up and went to check Mo Xiuran's pulse.

After swallowing two Chinese medicine skill books, her medical skills are now higher than that of the court physician.

Of course, it is no problem to treat a mere arrow wound.

It's just because she cares about it, she even forgot about her medical skills just now.

But just as Chu Yao was about to get up, she staggered and sat back down again.

His eyes moved down and landed on Mo Xiuran's hand.

Mo Xiuran was holding her little hand firmly.

From the Liu's courtyard just now, all the way to the princess's mansion, he never let go of it for a moment.

Chu Yao just wanted to break free from Mo Xiuran's hand.

Clasping her five fingers, he suddenly exerted force.

I don't know if it's because it affected the wound, Mo Xiuran frowned slightly in his sleep.

This time, Chu Yao didn't dare to move, she sat down quickly.

The little hand also softened its strength, and let Mo Xiuran hold it tightly in his palm.

"Ahem... I'll shut up! I'll shut up! Is it okay if I don't say anything?" Xiao Qinshou touched his nose and said, "I want to check carefully! Don't worry, this hurts me a little If I still can't cure it, am I still Xiao Qinshou, the ghost doctor?"

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Qinshou's sloppy expression disappeared instantly.

The silver needles in his hand flickered, and in the blink of an eye, those silver needles had landed on the various acupuncture points around the wound.

The next moment, the arrow shot out from the hand.

Not even a trace of blood spattered, the bandage had already covered the wound.

Chu Yao was completely focused on Mo Xiuran, so she didn't hear Xiao Qinshou's words clearly.

But seeing Xiao Qinshou's flowing movements at this moment, his eyes widened in shock.

Xiao Qinshou's medical skills are so superb?
Chu Yao's medical skills are already comparable to those of the court physicians.

But facing Xiao Qinshou, she felt that she could only be a little apprentice in the medicine box.

"Phew!" Xiao Qinshou wiped his sweat, sighed and shook his head, "It's finally done. I haven't seen Xiuran so dying for a long time."

Chu Yao's mind was immediately attracted by the topic about Mo Xiuran, "Has he been seriously injured before?"

"It's more than a serious injury." Xiao Qinshou chuckled, but the smile didn't answer his eyes. "For a long time, Xiuran didn't have a single piece of skin on his body that was intact, and even his bones would break from time to time."

"If Lao Tzu's medical skills were not high enough and the medicines he prepared were good enough, do you think he still has such a perfect and smooth body? Tsk tsk, his body is already covered with scars, so Xiao Yaoyao you can't say anything."

After talking about it, Xiao Qinshou's tone turned into teasing Chu Yao again.

(End of this chapter)