Jun Jiuning hurriedly said, "Thank you for your trouble, just put it on the table. We have caused you so much trouble, and you can still have such a heart."

The female shopkeeper said, "You are kind to me, girl, the things are delivered, so I'll go out first."

As he said that, the female shopkeeper left the room and closed the door.

It became a little darker in the room, and Mu Yun found another oil lamp to light it to increase the brightness on the table, and then looked at Jun Jiuning: "What are you still standing there?"

Jun Jiuning moved to him and sat down, stretched out his wounded hand on the table.

Mu Yun took a piece of gauze and dipped it in the boiling water. After it cooled down, he gently wiped it around Jun Jiuning's wound.

Jun Jiuning never knew that when Mu Yun cured someone's injuries, his expression seemed gentle.

Because Mu Yun's movements were light enough, Jun Jiuning didn't feel much pain. His eyes were only staring at his face, looking at the eyes that were as dark as if they were cold pools, and following the movements in his hands, he was wandering lightly and agilely.

His expression at this time seemed to be completely relaxed, and the muscles on his mouth and face were not tense, as flat as the surface of the lake when there was no wind. The warm yellow candlelight covered his face, like the lake water covered with the afterglow of the sunset.

Mu Yun's movements were very neat, and he quickly cleaned up the blood on Jun Jiuning's hand, revealing the true appearance of the entire wound.

Jun Jiuning was still ignorant and was fascinated by looking at Mu Yun's face - after all, this face deserves a very handsome face and unparalleled praise in the world, let alone such a close distance, it is difficult not to take away all the attention by his face.

Mu Yun suddenly spoke out: "Does it look good?"

Jun Jiuning nodded subconsciously: "It looks good."

Mu Yun looked up at her with a smile, and the words he said made people feel less pleasant: "Since it looks so good, it would be better if the wound is not cured."

Jun Jiuning then woke up like a dream and moved his eyes away from his face and landed on his hands. When he saw this, Jun Jiuning couldn't help but take a breath: "Why is it so long?"

The wound spread upward from about two inches below the wrist, and it was only a little short distance to tear the tiger's mouth. Jun Jiuning looked at it and knew it was more than ten centimeters!

Fortunately, there was a robe wrapped around the hand before, and the cutting was not deep, otherwise the shallower blood vessels on the wrist might be cut, which would be troublesome.

Jun Jiuning looked at the flesh-blown wounds and didn't feel much pain at first, because at this glance, she suddenly felt a constant stream of severe pain from her palms and growing along her arms, and it became more and more intense.

But Mu Yun was still saying coldly: "Why, I finally know it hurts? Why don't you think about the consequences when you catch the blade with your bare hands?"

But even though he said that, after looking at Jun Jiuning's wound, he felt that there was no need to sew the wound. After all, it was not deep, just wrap the wound tighter.

If you have a needle, you will definitely have scars in the future.

After hearing this, Jun Jiuning looked at Mu Yun, and suddenly curled his lips: "You are like the director of the teaching."

Director of Teaching? What is that?

Mu Yun frowned and did not use the golden sore medicine put on the female shopkeeper in the tray, but took out a bottle from his arms.

Jun Jiuning's eyes were sharp, and she could not tell whether the medicine bottle seemed familiar, but she couldn't figure out whether Mu Yun felt that she was deliberately inquiring about the other party's privacy, so she didn't say anything, just watched the other party's actions of applying medicine.

Under the various expressions of Jun Jiuning's grinning, Mu Yun steadily sprinkled a layer of medicine on the other party's wound evenly, and then wrapped her entire wrist and palm with clean gauze. She also wrapped it several times, striving to be tight and tight, and fit the wound.

Jun Jiuning almost burst into tears in pain, and he gritted his teeth before he could resist making no strange sounds.

Mu Yun tied the last knot of the gauze, and gave Jun Jiuning a doctor's advice like any ordinary doctor in the world: "Don't get wet in the wound, don't move around. If the blood seeps, it means that the wound is opened. You need to apply medicine again. I will prescribe a pair of medicine for you to use with this golden sore medicine."

As he said that, he recaptured the small medicine bottle and placed it in front of Jun Jiuning.

Jun Jiuning hesitated and picked it up: "Have you given this whole bottle to me?"

Mu Yun nodded in disgust, but Jun Jiuning had no evidence to prove that it was disgust.

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly came from outside the door, and Mu Yun curled his lips slightly: "It just happened."

Outside the door was a bowl of dark soup and Wen Fei, who looked bitter and revengeful.

Mu Yun picked up the pen and ink placed on a corner of the table, picked up the pen and quickly wrote down a few medicinal herbs, walked over and opened the door.

Wen Fei saw that the person who opened the door was Mu Yun, and his face suddenly changed: "Princess's injury..."

Mu Yun took away the medicine bowl from his hand and patted the freshly baked prescription on the wooden tray held by Wen Fei: "Jun Jiuning's medicine, go and decoct."

After saying that, he slammed the door and closed it again.

Wen Fei:?

He stared at the closed door crack in front of him, took several deep breaths, almost pinching the edge of the tray, and then turned around and continued to decoct.

For the sake of the princess, I endure it.

On this side, when Jun Jiuning saw Mu Yun come back with the medicine, she walked straight behind the screen. She hurriedly followed: "Is this the medicine for Master Kongling?"

Mu Yun did not answer, walked to Wei Yulan's bed, put the medicine bowl on the table beside him, and pinched Wei Yulan's wrist and carefully checked his recovery.

There was only one lamp inside, and the light was not very bright, but Jun Jiuning saw Wei Yulan's face clearly, and couldn't help but be shocked.

The other person's face was blue and gray, his lips were pale as white as paper, and his whole body looked like he had his soul removed, leaving only his body to survive in the world.

She took a step forward in shock: "He, what's wrong with him? Will there be any life worries?"

Mu Yun glanced at her and turned back his eyes lightly: "I don't know."

Jun Jiuning couldn't help asking, "What kind of injuries did he suffer? Even you can't do anything about it?"

Mu Yun didn't want to explain the formation to her, so he said perfunctorily: "He was injured by the mechanism set up by his master."

Jun Jiuning was even more surprised: "The Ethereal Master before?"

Mu Yun nodded.

Jun Jiuning glanced at the steaming medicine and asked hesitantly: "He is so incapable of taking medicine, right? Do you want to feed him personally?"

Mu Yun looked at her strangely, as if curious about why Jun Jiuning always asked such a stupid question: "He has not broken his hands, why can't he drink it by himself?"

Jun Jiuning frowned and became even more confused: "But he was unconscious. He seemed to have suffered serious injuries."

Mu Yun snorted and laughed, leaned down, reached out and flicked Wei Yulan's forehead: "He can drink it himself."
Chapter completed!