Chapter 1257: substitute

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The people sent by Guangbo are only coming to announce, and then they will leave.
"Impossible!" Luo Qing's face suddenly whitened, and his face stood incredulously in the same place, with words in his mouth, and his nails clenched his palms to cover her inner panic.
Naran night was seriously injured and still missing?
Luo Qingying absolutely does not believe.
Nalan Night is not a simple character. Is his martial arts not very powerful? How could it be suddenly injured and even people are gone? Suddenly, Luo Qingyi did not come and digest this matter.
Yuan Xing held his chin and thought about it. "Wang Ye is unlikely to be injured. It is even rarer to hurt Wang Ye in the bottom of the world. We have been with Wang Ye for so many years. The number of injuries to Wang Ye is very few, not to mention serious injuries. It is."
"Yeah, yeah, so this kind of rumored Wang Hao, you must not believe that it may be that Guangbo Hou made a message about the life." Yongan stepped forward and followed the persuasion.
Also, this matter is true or false and I don’t know. I can’t easily conclude that Nalan’s night was seriously injured.
Having said that, but Luo Qingying's hanging heart still did not let go, she has only one thought, Nalan night can not go wrong.
"Okay, I know, let me think about it alone." Luo Qingyi was sitting in a chair like a lost soul.
Yuan Xing and Yong An throw each other a look at each other. The two men froze and finally stand in the doorway as a door god.
If the prince wants them to protect the safety of Wang Hao, then they can't slack off.
Luo Qingying was stupid and somewhat sleepy, so he slept on the wooden table for a while. She had a dream, and Dreamlina came to her with a smile on her face, and the picture turned, and Nalan’s night fell in front of her.
A Lin Yixuan sent to wait for Luo Qingyi's palace lady hurriedly rushed to Luo Qing's front and pulled the scorpion, and did not take the air. "Miss Luo, wake up, Guangbo Hou came over, let you immediately In the past."
Being so shouted, Luo Qingyi suddenly woke up, stood up in a reflexive manner, and pulled the sleeves of his hand and asked, "Would they say anything?"
Since that person was sent by Guangbo Hou, they must have news of Nalan Night this time.
"It seems to say... I want to bring you the injured Wang Ye to see you." He was shocked by the sudden movement of Luo Qingying, and said with a sigh.
Luo Qing stunned, his brain was running fast, and he only had three words in mind: Nalan Night.
In the next second, Luo Qing ran his legs and ran faster than the rabbit.
If there is no guess, then the direction is the doorway. Yongan immediately pulled the arm of Yuan Xing, and the two men quickly followed the figure of Luo Qingying.
Because Lin Yixuan had told him not to block the action of Luo Qingying, the guards had given way, and Luo Qingyi walked all the way.
There is an extremely luxurious carriage parked under a big tree not far from the door. Two high-headed horses have a reins, a small raft stands in a row, and a small stool is placed outside the carriage. This is a carriage that is obviously a carriage. There are people, and this person is probably Nalan night.
I saw that the curtain was opened from the inside, Nalan night curled up and sat in the carriage, eyes closed, the body gently undulating with the breath, the next man supported the carriage.
Nalan’s face was as bloodless as a sculpted face, and the chest was wrapped with a bandage that had already been bleeding and difficult to distinguish. The whole person looked sick, occasionally making a coughing sound or two, and coughing. More than a bit
Big.
At this time, Nalan’s night was like a piece of paper, and the wind would be able to float immediately.
It seems that things have developed to an irreparable point, and Nalan’s night is hurt more than she imagined.
Luo Qing’s heart suddenly collapsed, and then he could not hide his emotions and rushed over.
When Yuan Xing Yongan arrived, he was shocked. Their martial arts, the heart-threatening prince, suffered such a heavy injury.
"Yuan Xing, let Nalan night into the house!" Luo Qingyi walked back and forth with the same foot, made a deep breath and tried to make himself less nervous, "Yongan, immediately let everyone burn hot water, prepare scissors Fire, gold, and medicine, and my silver needle."
Persuaded everyone, even Yongan Yuan Xing did not stay, Luo Qingying said that when the treatment needs to be quiet, let them both guard at the door, not let anyone disturb.
Outside the door, Yongan finally couldn’t help but open his mouth: "Yuan Xing, how do you say that Wang Ye will hurt so much?"
Yuan Xingfei came to an eye knife, and the warning was full of meaning: "I see you are salty and radiant, and there is Wang Hao, Wang Ye will be good."
It is precisely because he believes that Wang Hao’s medical skills will say this. In fact, he is also very worried about Wang Ye, and he does not know how Wang Ye was hurt.
"When has the prince of sorrow suffered such injuries for so many years? I just watched and died."
Yongan sighed, Yuan Xing's face did not know what to say, the two stood at the door, never said a word.
Nalan was rarely injured in the night, and it was really not a serious injury. This is really strange.
In the room, Nalan was lying in bed and slumbering. Luo Qingying wiped his face with a clean cloth. Then he no longer hesitated. He took a silver needle from the cloth bag and quickly took the acupuncture point of Nalan’s night. The technique is as smooth as a flowing stream and does not drag the water.
The tip of the needle showed a bright orange-red color, which was obviously different from the color of normal blood. After seeing that the blood color on the needle tip was a little bit wrong, he reached out and grabbed the wrist of Nalan's night to take the pulse for him.
This pulse is somewhat unusual. As for what is unusual, Luo Qingying can’t say it, sometimes it’s rushing, sometimes it’s slow, and it’s always chaotic.
For a martial arts person, there should be a flow of internal force in the veins, Cannalan night...
Nalan had no internal force at night, that is to say, the King Chu who has always been chilling is now no different from ordinary people. It was only according to the pulse of Nalan’s night that Luo Qingyi did not dare to think about it.
Luo Qing's brows were close, and he put his hand on the chest of Nalan's night. He wanted to confirm it. Taking a deep breath and meditation in my heart several times, the doctor is a vocation to save people, and there can be no distracting thoughts.
When I really took off the clothes of Nalan’s night, Luo Qing’s original distracting thoughts had long since disappeared. The rest, there was only one doctor who cured the sick and saved the heart.
She carefully cut the gauze with scissors, only to find that he had a deep wound in his chest. Because the pus was too long to stick to the edge of the wound, Luo Qing’s hand with the silver needle shook a few times, and the skin was bloody. The scene made people see the goose bumps popping out.
It is caused by inflammation.
Look at Nalan's night, because the blood loss is too much, the lips are slightly purple, and at one time Luo Qingyi is somewhat distressed. Fortunately, she has stopped bleeding with silver needles before.
It’s just that the flesh sticks together and won’t be good for recovery.
Even some necrotic rotten meat needs to be cut to suture. Luo Qingying just got up and went to get the tools. Nalan, who was originally in a deep sleep, suddenly struggled and blinked. She said something vaguely in her mouth.
"Water...water...I want to drink water..." He rubbed his lips and repeated this sentence with difficulty.
The speech is intermittent. Luo Qingyi only feels the heart stabbing like a knife, and whispered: "Well, I will pour you water, Nalan night, drink water, I will help you clean up the wound."
I don't know if Nalan night heard this sentence. When Luo Qing took a glass of water and walked to the bedside, his whole person closed his eyes and calmed down. It should have been fainted.
Luo Qingying took a lot of effort to help Nalan night, but Nalan’s night was still there, instinctively drinking the water in the cup, and the room was full of ‘咕咚咕咚’.
Then Luo Qingying was not idle, first cleaned the wound for him and began to deal with the necrotic flesh.
Now there is no such thing as a scalpel. Luo Qingying finds the root embroidery needle. Although it is only a temporary emergency, Luo Qingying has no sloppy in this respect. He has poisoned the burning candle and quickly sewed it. wound.
After the whole process, Luo Qingyi found out a lot of bottles and cans, unplugged the cork and poured some powder on the Nalan night wound. The white powder melted rapidly at the moment he touched his wound. The blood was suddenly stopped at the wound of the blood, and it turned red at the speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, it was wrapped in gauze layer by layer, and the movement was gentle.
Looking at Nalan's night, lying on the bed so naked, Luo Qingying worried that he was cold, wearing a coat on his side and carefully covering the thick quilt.
Under the dim candlelight, Luo Qingying sat down at the desk, spread a piece of paper, and wrote a prescription for the pen and ink.
This is a prescription that promotes wound healing. It seems to be ordinary. In fact, the effect of each of these herbs is better than that of the doctor outside.
When Nalan had taken the medicine in the night, Luo Qingyu could breathe a sigh of relief after observing it for a while.
The sky outside is already completely dark, but this day should be awkward. Through the lanterns in the inn corridor, you can see pedestrians walking outside.
Luo Qing was busy taking care of Nalan at night and did not relax. At this time, she was also a little tired. She reached out and took care of her wrinkled clothes before she went to the door to open the door.
Yuan Xing Yongan heard the sound of the opening door and looked up. He knew that Luo Qingyi had finished processing, and quickly went forward to ask about the injury of Nalan Night.
Luo Qingyi handed the prescription to Yongan, and slowly smashed his eyebrows. "Wang Ye has already escaped danger. Yongan, now the medical hall has not closed. You are going to go. You must strictly follow this prescription to take medicine. Less money will not work. Go back quickly."
After taking the medicine for another half a month, the wound of Nalan’s night will be initially crusted, and it should be restored after a period of rest.
"Yes, Wang Hao, this is the case." Yongan took the prescription and nodded. In fact, he did not see that the prescription was different from those in the capital. I thought about Luo Qing’s enthusiasm and turned away. .
Yongan came back very quickly, and the medicines he grabbed, such as Luo Qingyu, said a lot of money. Frying good medicine, Luo Qingying sat on the edge of the bed and took a spoonful of spoonfuls to feed Nalan night to drink. One night to pay attention to the situation of Nalan night, Nalan was groggy and difficult to speak.
Luo Qingying was in a hurry and even yawned for a few days until dawn.