(MTL)The girl who wears a book is very salty

Chapter 039

Chapter 039

    An Shu raised his hand and wiped it with his sleeve, "Are you injured?"

    "There are some minor injuries, but it's not in the way."

    How could he not be injured when fighting with others, Feng Beijue used to ignore himself in order to kill the enemy For the first purpose, and tonight, he was suddenly afraid of being hurt, afraid of death.

    Because, the princess said, she is not afraid of scars, but only the pain that scars leave.

    Feng Beijue is not afraid of pain, he is used to pain, only afraid that An Shu will be afraid.

    Hearing that Feng Beijue was injured, An Shu hurriedly instructed Yunyi Yunshang, who followed, "Let someone prepare hot water and white wine, the lord will clean the wound, and then call Doctor Zhou to stand by."

    "The servants obey."

    Yunshang Taking orders to prepare hot water, Yunyi went to the outer hospital to call Zhou Yizheng.

    Feng Beijue and An Shu returned to Changhui Courtyard, Yunshang had already prepared hot water, An Shu wanted to stay with Feng Beijue, but Feng Beijue reached out and stopped him, "I can do it myself, Shu Er, you go first. Go back to the room."

    An Shu didn't give in, "No, I'll follow you."

    Feng Beijue looked at An Shu's eyes, knowing that she was determined, but had no choice but to let An Shu enter the door.

    After closing the door, Feng Bei Jue began to take off her armor. An Shu stepped forward to help, only to find that Feng Bei Jue's armor was unbelievably heavy. She was not prepared and almost fell over by the weight of the armor.

    An Shu can't help but wonder, how strong is King Zhenbei? Wearing such heavy armor and wielding a sword against the enemy is truly admirable.

    The vital parts of the body are protected by armor, and the injuries are concentrated on the four limbs. There are two stab wounds on the arms and one on the legs.

    The wound on the arm is not too serious, but the wound on the thigh looks huge, and now it is oozing blood, which is shocking.

    An Shu looked uncomfortable. With such a large wound on his leg, he just walked back like this, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

    Then twisted the cotton towel, shaking to wipe the blood from the wound, for fear that Feng Bei Jue would hurt if he hit hard.

    Feng Beijue took her hand, took the cotton towel from her hand, and wiped it directly over the wound. The blood was almost wiped off, so he poured spirits on it and wiped it with a clean cotton towel.

    An Shu's scalp was numb, but Feng Beijue didn't frown.

    Zhou Yizheng came at this time and saw that Feng Beijue had almost treated the wound, and said: "The wound on the arm can be bandaged, but this one on the leg needs to be sutured."

    "Sew it." Feng Beijue put the leg up He reached out to Zhou Yizheng.

    After An Shu's unremitting enlightenment, Feng Bei Jue no longer resists others touching him, otherwise An Shu suspects that he can sew needles for himself.

    Zhou Yizheng was stunned for a while, it was the first time he had seen such a simple wounded person.

    However, he did not hesitate, carefully cleaned the needle and thread with spirits, and methodically sutured the wound for Feng Bei Jue.