An Xiyue smiled instead of getting angry: "I thought you were a dead person now, and you still knew that losing your temper was a good thing."
Nangong Jin raised his eyes and looked at An Xiyue's delicate and beautiful face. Why didn't he know that there was such a thick-skinned woman in Kyoto? She was still happy when others told her to get lost.
At this time, An Xiyue was not angry. Instead, he took Nangong Jin's hand and took his pulse, saying, "The pulse is more stable than before. Fortunately, you are still very young. The biggest problem is on your face. If you take medicine on time, the wound will be fine." As for suppuration, I will write down two prescriptions now, take one in the morning and one in the evening for three days in a row, and now I want to treat your wound first."
An Xiyue's hands kept moving, but her words were self-centered. She was not begging him to cure his illness, but for someone like Nangong Jin who wanted to die but didn't have the courage to die, she was too lazy to talk to him. Some words stuck to the point. After experiencing so many things, she believed that Nangong Jin had the ability to think independently.
An Xiyue has been learning martial arts for a while, and although her strength in her hands is not as good as that of men, Nangong Jin is now very weak and very thin, so even though Nangong Jin made nasty remarks, An Xiyue still took the initiative and ordered Yan Qing and Yan Ming Go and prepare items such as water and gauze.
An Xiyue then ordered Jiang Shuang to open her simple medicine box. She fed Nangong Jin Ma Bo Powder and forced it down. Nangong Jin's eyes widened angrily and he made a babbling sound.
"Master Pingle, what are you going to do to my master?" Yan Qing came in with water and saw such a situation.
"Stop, don't move. Your master won't cooperate with the doctor, so I have no choice but to use force." An Xiyue's eyes were sharp and his voice was cold, like ice needles piercing them in the cold winter months.
"Are you trying to kill our master? Let go of the Sixth Prince." Yan Ming was so anxious that he wanted to draw his sword and strike at An Xiyue, but unfortunately he was blocked by the two elite soldiers brought by An Xiyue.
At this time, An Xiyue had easily blocked his mandible, and the medicine was easily fed in.
He said coldly to Yan Qing: "Didn't you go to beg the county master to save him?"
Yan Qing was stunned by An Xiyue's voice and didn't know how to answer the question.
An Xiyue added: "Nangong Jin is depressed. Even if he is saved, he will only live like a living dead. But since you have come to me for help, he can be regarded as my first patient, no matter how attitude he has." No matter how bad it is, I will try my best to save him."
"But Nangong Jin, please remember that you are no longer the noble Sixth Prince. You are just an ordinary citizen. You will have to support yourself in the future. I don't need to be nice to you when I treat someone like you who thinks about death every day. Temper, maybe I saved you, but you desperately want to die another day, I am not a thankless person, so you'd better think clearly."
"I...don't want you to...save..." The numbing powder on Nangong Jin's face had already taken effect, and he was hesitant to speak.
When dealing with a serious scratch like Nangong Jin's, she was sure it was caused by a sharp weapon. The cut was neat and scabbed well at first, but Nangong Jin's current appearance was even worse than when he was first injured.
It was already two hours after An Xiyue took care of the wound.
Looking at Nangong Jin who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, An Xiyue cleaned her hands before saying, "Have a good rest and don't get wet."
So, An Xiyue took out another exquisite small porcelain bottle, which contained the anti-inflammatory pills she made in Jincheng.
Nangong Jin couldn't utter a word. He only stared with his eyes as big as copper bells. A small blade as thin as a cicada's wing suddenly appeared in her hand. Her delicate little face was directly above her. He could only feel the blade. It seemed like he was moving around on his face, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
