Chapter 1107: Although she is small, she is not small

Lan Cang's pale and delicate face flushed slightly: "Achi, he stole your things, and I have to help you get them back anyway!"
Feng Qingyu: "..."
She sighed slightly: "No matter how good it is, it's just a dead thing. Why is it important to have your own life? Not to mention that you are not his opponents at all, so you will be killed for nothing?
Lan Cang lowered his head: "Achi, I'm sorry, I'm incompetent ... but-"
He raised his head again, and a pair of slightly feminine eyes flashed the decisive light: "Anyway, I will fight this life, and I will not let your things fall into the hands of this evil villain!"
This is his promise to his childhood friends, even if he can't, he will use his life to fight for it ...
Feng Qingyu sighed, she didn't know what to say about him: "You, as stubborn as before, stubbornly like a calf."
She knew that Tatar had always promised him, and he was hurt like this now, and she didn't want to blame him anymore.
He glanced at him, frowning slightly: "Your wound is still bleeding. Didn't you take medicine?"
Lan Cang looked down: "Up ... on."
But the wound was too big and too deep, and was immediately washed away by water and blood when the medicine was applied.
Therefore, his guards could only bandage him first, and then bandage them again after returning to the Tatar People's Palace.
Feng Qingyu probably also wanted to understand this, and said, "Okay, you can't delay this injury. You still have to return to the palace of the hurried person quickly? Nourish the injury ..."
Lan Cang's guard also busy and advised, "Yes, Your Highness, let's go back to the palace first."
"No! I must see with my own eyes that the ginseng is taken back before leaving." Lan Cang shook his head stubbornly, and refused to leave anyway.
Feng Qingyu rubbed her eyebrows. After all, she and Lan Cang had played together for so many years. Naturally, he knew his character and couldn't pull back ten cows.
She sighed, "Well, then you stay. But you have to deal with this wound again."
One of the injuries behind Lan Cang was the most severe, and it hurt the bones. Although there was a thick gauze bandage there, there was still blood leaking out from time to time and floating in the water ...
Feng Qingyu thought for a moment, stretched her palm, a needle appeared on the palm, and a flesh-colored thread was worn on the needle: "Untie the gauze, I will sew a few stitches for you."
When she was an agent in modern times, she had learned superficial suture surgery in order to facilitate treatment when she was injured, and now it comes in handy.
Lan Cang froze. He hadn't seen suture yet, and his body narrowed slightly: "How many stitches?"
"Yes, it won't bleed if you sew a few stitches. Hurry, untie the bandage!"
Although she is small, she is not small.
Lan Cang shuddered and seemed to see the former Xiaoyanchi again ...
When he was playing with her before, he had to listen to her, often obediently obeying her wishes when she roared—
Now I did not expect that he saw such a young man with his dignified man, and subconscious obedience, as if returning to the age of children ...
However, she yelled today, and his heart was still sweet, because she was really for his good ...