Tianyuan Peak Bamboo Fence House.
Leng Ningchi was changing the dressing on Wenrenxian's shoulder. These tasks were supposed to be done by Mankui Manyi, but Xianyan Xianzun said that they didn't know the importance of their hands, so he entrusted it to Leng Ningchi.
Leng Ningchi originally wanted to refuse, but Xianyan Immortal Master didn't give him a chance. As for Wen Renxian's wishes, who cares about him.
In the past few days, Leng Ning was so shy that she didn't dare to raise her head. Fortunately, she was wearing a veil, otherwise she would have been able to see the crimson color at a glance, but now she looks calm.
Watching Wen Renxian turn his back and take off half of his sleeves.
After removing the gauze, it was full of blood. The wound on the right shoulder was not getting better and seemed to be serious. Leng Ning came forward distressedly. It was very troublesome to apply the medicine. He had to disinfect and remove the pus before applying the medicine...
"Master!"
Shui Miaomiao jumped into the bamboo fence studio.
Wen Renxian reacted quickly and pulled up his clothes in an instant.
Leng Ningchi couldn't react in time and was still stunned. It wasn't until he saw Shui Miaomiao's figure that he stood up from the couch as if he was electrocuted. He was so confused that he didn't know what to do.
In a panic, Leng Ningchi threw the bloody gauze in his hand to Shui Miaomiao's feet as he stepped into the bamboo fence studio.
What kind of welcome ceremony is this?
Shui Miaomiao was stunned, and met Leng Ningchi's eyes that pretended to be calm. Then his eyes gradually shifted and fell on Wen Renxian on the couch beside him.
Wen Renxian turned around and held the front of his clothes. He didn't have time to tie it up, so his abdominal muscles were looming.
After one glance, Shui Miaomiao looked away in panic.
Did she come in at the wrong time? No one told her! Where is Xianyan Xianzun?
Immortal Master Xianyan walked in slowly, waving a bone fan behind him. He was smiling. It was rare to see Shui Miaomiao so lively. Hey, why did the atmosphere feel not right?
Shui Miaomiao looked at Xianyan Xianzun. Xianyan Xianzun glanced back and looked at Wenrenxian. Unfortunately, Wenrenxian didn't receive it. He stared at Shui Miaomiao from beginning to end. He looked at Wenrenxian with coldness and infatuation, and then looked at Shui Miaomiao.
In the end, Xianyan Xianzun, who did not get a response from Wenrenxian's eyes, also chose to look at Shui Miaomiao in line with the people's wishes.
Why do you have to look at yourself?
Shui Miaomiao's heart was beating nervously, and she wanted to exit and come back in again, but Xianyan Immortal Master blocked the doorway in large numbers.
"That, me, me." Leng Ningchi was the first to speak. Although there was still a trace of confusion in his words, the frost on his face had returned.
"I'm still cooking porridge on the stove, I'll go take a look first."
Immortal Master Xianyan consciously moved out of the way, and Leng Ning left Zhuli Zhai quickly without taking away a single cloud.
Wen Renxian gave Xianyan Xianzun a look and closed the bone fan. Xianyan Xianzun said that he had received it, "I'm going to see if the porridge is enough for the few of us."
Shui Miaomiao watched Xianyan Immortal Lord leave, "Actually, I also want to see the porridge."
Wen Renxian nodded, not intending to stop him.
On the shoulder, there was blood through the clothes.
Shui Miaomiao, who caught sight of it, put the awkward moment behind him, stepped forward quickly, and asked with concern, "What's going on?"
"This?" Wen Renxian glanced at his shoulder and said calmly, "The injury I got during the fight with Yi Yao Lingjun. The girl from the Leng family is applying medicine to me, and then she went to see the porridge?"
Wen Renxian didn't quite understand why Leng Ningchi went to see the porridge after removing the gauze.
Wen Renxian pulled up his clothes out of conditioned shyness.
Watching Shui Miaomiao walk in, Wen Renxian's hand fell on the neat quilt beside him, and he wanted to cover himself in it. His disheveled clothes were too unseemly.
Similarly, Leng Ningchi didn't quite understand the series of stupid and over-the-top actions he had just taken, and was just looking for a piece of tofu to bump into.
She was simply frightened by Wen Renxian's excessive reaction. She still doesn't understand why she was panicking. Why she ran away before the medicine was taken. Does Wen Renxian feel that she is uneducated and disrespectful to him.
Xianyan Xianzun, who loves to beat up mandarin ducks with a stick but also loves to mess with mandarin ducks, arrived late. With words from his perspective, he gave random instructions, "Shui Miaomiao is the first apprentice that my uncle has accepted, so... ···”
Looking at the bottles and jars placed on the cabinet, Shui Miaomiao said, "I'm going to see the porridge and call Ningchi back."
"Need not."
Wen Renxian grabbed Shui Miaomiao's wrist and held it there. For a moment, the Bamboo Fence Room was quiet.
"Master?"
"No need to shout." Wen Renxian retracted his hand to avoid Shui Miaomiao's gaze. Anyway, the wound would be the same whether it was treated with medicine or not. It would be difficult to heal and would never be cured. It would be better to just seal it with spiritual power.
But Xianyan Xianzun refused to give in. After all, sealing it with spiritual power did not mean that the wound was no longer there. It was still there, getting worse.
"Master still conceals his illness and avoids medical treatment?"
"No." Wen Renxian didn't know what he was talking about. "Since the Leng family girl is busy, don't disturb her. I can do it myself."
"Yes." Looking at the blood seeping more and more on his shoulder, it was inconvenient for such a large wound to apply medicine by himself. Shui Miaomiao said, "How about I apply medicine to Master? I also learned a lot from Si Yu. of."
I should refuse, but I don’t know how to refuse.
Before Wen Renxian nodded, Shui Miaomiao had already walked towards the bottles and jars and lowered her head to study them. Fortunately, she knew what they were and how to use them.
Seeing Shui Miaomiao's serious expression, Wen Renxian became more and more speechless, but... Shui Miaomiao pulled Wen Renxian's sleeves and gestured with her eyes, asking him to expose his shoulders. This seemed more... difficult.
Only to watch Shui Miaomiao take out the scissors.
Wen Renxian felt slightly relieved, and with a feeling that he had no choice but to do so, he turned his back and slowly took off his clothes.
The area of the wound was so horrific that it was unbearable to look at. Shui Miaomiao asked distressedly, "Has this wound really been treated?"
"The fourth child has been treated." Wen Renxian turned his back and answered Shui Miaomiao's question obediently. Shui Miaomiao's breath sprayed on the wound, which was strangely itchy.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Shui Miaomiao knew that she was asking nonsense, but she couldn't help it. Just looking at it made her scalp numb. She held the debridement medicine in her hand and didn't know how to start.
"It doesn't hurt." Wen Renxian, adhering to the principle of not letting Shui Miaomiao's words fall on the floor, said his true feelings at the moment, "It's just itchy."
The itching had overtaken the pain. Wen Renxian wanted to turn around and take a look, but that would bump into Shui Miaomiao. Wen Renxian stared at the wall as if there was a world-famous masterpiece hanging on the wall.
The Zhuli Zhai became quiet. Wen Renxian only felt the wound on his shoulder getting more and more itchy. He couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, and his eyes were filled with Shui Miaomiao's slightly drooped eyelashes, entwined with purple mist.
I'm afraid this is no longer the distance to apply the medicine. I couldn't see it clearly from the corner of my eye, and it was as if Shui Miaomiao was kissing her shoulder.
He immediately withdrew his gaze without squinting. Wen Renxian did not dare to look around.
Shui Miaomiao came so close just to observe.
Remove the purple pupil. The purple pupil is great at macroscopic vision, but it is better to see details with the naked eye.
He got a little closer, and the wound was swallowing and expanding almost every second. It was very small, but it would not stop if it could not be held back, and no medicine could stop it.
This kind of wound always feels familiar.
Shui Miaomiao glanced at her palm. The memory was too far away. It seemed that when she was still in the Peach Blossom Spring, how could the wound that could not be healed healed?
