Zi Chen looked at her seriously and unnaturally untied her clothes.
Sang Yu took the medicine and was about to help apply it when Chaiyu came over from the side.
"I'll do it." Zhuiyu took the medicine from her hand, "You don't look good, so take a rest first."
Just when Sang Yu wanted to say it was okay, Zi Chen also asked her to rest.
However, Sang Yu was too lazy to help him apply the medicine, so he simply stood aside and watched.
Zhuiyu put the medicine on the table and walked to Zi Chen: "Shenjun, it may hurt a little, please bear with it."
As she said this, she seemed to remember something and said a little embarrassedly: "I have forgotten that the divine king is wise and mighty and never calls out for pain."
Zi Chen is indeed not afraid of pain, but this does not mean that he will not feel pain.
The little Xian'e in front of him didn't know what was going on. She roughly tore off the bandages on his body with neither force nor severity. He almost made a sound in pain, but seeing that Sang Yu was still there, he could only grit his teeth and swallow. .
When applying the medicine, she was even more rough, pressing the crushed herbs directly onto his wound.
Xueling herb is an excellent medicinal material used to heal wounds and stop bleeding. It does not hurt when applied to the wound, but is very cooling and comfortable.
But the herbs in front of him seemed to have been added with salt, and the pain made Zi Chen break into a cold sweat.
Sang Yu asked with concern: "Does it hurt?"
Zi Chen didn't want her to worry, so he smiled and replied: "It doesn't hurt."
The next moment, the pain intensified, and Zi Chen almost couldn't help but throw away the little Xian'e in front of him.
He suspected for a moment that she did it on purpose.
But the look she looked over was extremely clear.
After finally taking the medicine, Zi Chen broke out in a sweat.
Sang Yu wanted to help Zi Chen back to the room to rest, but Zhui Yu volunteered again: "I'll do it."
With that said, he took Zi Chen's hand and walked into the house.
Before Zi Chen could say a word to Sang Yu, she was sent to the room.
"Master Shen, please have a good rest. I will leave this servant."
Chasing the fish gave him a symbolic blessing and left the room.
Zi Chen still thought about going to see Sang Yu, but he didn't expect to feel sleepy. As soon as the chasing fish left, he closed his eyes.
Outside, Sang Yu stood at the door.
When she saw Chaiyu come out, she looked worried: "Is Shenjun feeling better? I see that he doesn't look very good?"
"Shenjun is feeling better and has gone to sleep. But you, walking so unnaturally, are you injured?"
Zhuiyu held her hand and walked towards the side hall, "I'll take a look when I go back to the room."
Sang Yu was pulled into the room by her and sat down on a chair.
Before Sang Yu could react, her calf was lifted up by her and her boots were pulled off.
Looking at her red and swollen ankles, Zhuiyu's eyes darkened: "Did you really go to Yuxu Peak?"
"yes."
"Yuxu Peak is so dangerous, you don't want to die?"
Sang Yu smiled and said: "Zi Chen's injury is so serious, for him, I am willing to take risks..."
Before she could finish speaking, she felt pain in her ankle.
Chaiyu said, "Sorry, I was too absorbed in listening just now."
As she said that, she put down her strength and gently rubbed her ankle.
Seeing her like this, Sang Yu was a little confused: "Why are you so nice to me?"
"Because I feel destined to be with you."
Sang Yu smiled, took out a pill from the bottle and gave it to her.
"What's this?"
Sang Yu chuckled: "Feng X."
Zhuiyu's expression froze: "...No need, I think I'm fine now."
"We are all women, how could I not know whether you are okay or not." Sang Yu put the medicine into her hand, "Take it quickly, it will take effect soon, and I won't even have time to thank you by then."
Zhuiyu looked at her expectant eyes, was silent for a while, and then took the medicine.
