Chapter 814: 2.250 Doctor's heart

Chapter 814 2.250 Healer's Heart
They heard Ningjing frowned and gave them a sideways glance, and the two started better.
Kong Roumiao couldn't help but muttered, "Xiao Jing, that princess, so arrogant, why should we help her?"
"Are we helping her?" Wen Ren quietly poked his lips, washed his wounds cleanly, and wrapped the gauze around the soldier's arm. "This is the instinct of the healer, no matter how big we are and that imperious concubine. Hatred, this has nothing to do with the duties of the healer. Public is public, private is private, we are saving people. "
"Oh." Kong Rou Miao flattened her mouth and handed a pair of scissors to Wenren Ningjing's hand.
Hearing people quietly cut off the excess gauze and said to the soldier, "The wounds must not touch the water for the past two days. Keep it well, you can get better."
"Thank you, Doctor." The little soldier blushed.
Wenren Ningjing nodded and stood up, and when he looked back, he saw Zheng Xiaoliu came over, and his expression was a little awkward.
Before, she really thought that Zheng Xiaoliu's wounds would be mutated and infected, so she insisted on "treating" Zheng Xiaoliu, not intentionally targeting him.
Later, the princess' "shit test" learned that the new wounds they created today would not mutate their bodies.
At that time, after her jaw was cut by the princess, she was really worried for a long time. The fear and frustration in her heart had almost turned to the top.
Later, it turned out that what the Princess said was true.
She has not mutated, and Zheng Xiaoliu is still fine now.
Why is the wound not mutated like before? Wenren Ningjing didn't know the reason. She was just naive and not stupid. She felt that Arbor knew the reason in her heart, but looking at the princess's paralyzed and arrogant arrogance did not seem to be a person who could kindly help her.
"I'm sorry." Wenren calmly pursed her mouth, said a weak word, and then scaredly saw Zheng Xiaoliu's reaction. She ran away and ran to the next patient.
Zheng Xiaoliu froze slightly, then stopped and turned to glance at the people.
Wu Xiao'en, who was behind him, murmured with a sloppy mouth, "Cut, I'm sorry to be done! If it wasn't blocked by the Crown Prince in time, your life would be lost."
Zheng Liu glanced at Wu Xiaoen and saw Huifan Huiling and her two brothers come straight, and nodded politely at them.
"Zheng Liu." Hui Ling ran over, and stopped a few steps away from Zheng Xiaoliu. "Listen, I heard you, you're injured, all right."
"Why yo, Huiling, why did you come to show concern? What can the sixth son do? I haven't watched the sixth son lively. But Huiling, you queen mother, too. The son-in-law is okay. It is estimated that Liu's body will be cold. "
As soon as Hui Ling moved her finger, a cold dagger rushed to Wu Xiaoen barking.
"You bitch, who talks to you!"
Zheng Liu lifted the slightly fat youth.
Wu Xiaoen almost hit his head against the city wall, grinning angrily, jumping back and yelling, "What are you doing ..."
"Look! Look! What's that?" The soldier lying on the wall suddenly shouted, pointing at the sky.
The crowd looked up to the sky, and saw a huge flying mysterious beast, rushing towards the green urn on which the prince and concubine were riding.
(End of this chapter)