When Chen An hurried to the front yard, Gu Xinyue was hurriedly using elixirs to treat Wen Zhiyun's injuries and stop the bleeding in her chest.
Wen Zhiyun was seriously injured, with a bone-deep wound near her chest.
It looked like a stab wound, a stab wound from a machete.
There is no doubt that he was stabbed by the monks from Black Iron Villa on the battlefield.
Chen An didn't say anything. He picked her up from the ground and hurried to the alchemy room to heal her with Xiaohuan Dan and treat her wounds.
The wives and concubines followed to help.
As soon as he entered the alchemy room, Chen An immediately took the Xiaohuan Dan and stuffed it into Wen Zhiyun's mouth.
Wen Zhiyun was unconscious and unable to swallow.
But fortunately, Xiao Huan Dan is a second-level elixir that melts in the mouth and turns into strands of warm current flowing into the body to treat the injured's internal and external injuries.
Under the nourishment of Xiao Huan Dan, the wound on Wen Zhiyun's chest no longer bleeds, and the color of her pale cheeks is returning to color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Ying'er, help me get a wet cloth soaked in warm water."
"Yue'er, help me get the bottle of healing pills from the cabinet in the corner."
"..."
Chen An was giving emergency treatment to Wen Zhiyun's wounds while directing his wives and concubines to help.
Under the movement of several people walking back and forth, Wen Zhiyun gradually regained some consciousness.
She saw Chen An who was carefully treating her wounds in front of her, and Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue who looked worried on both sides, and she was very glad that she was still alive.
"Sister Wen, are you feeling okay?"
"Sister Wen, let me get you a glass of warm water."
Seeing Wen Zhiyun slowly opening her eyes and waking up, Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue were very concerned about her.
Chen An picked up the needle and thread on the side and the medicinal patch that took some time to prepare, looked at her and said:
"Next, I'm going to sew up your wound and bandage it. I may need to take off some of your upper clothes during the process to make it easier for me to handle it."
After saying that, Chen An reached out to untie some of the clothes on Wen Zhiyun's chest so that the wound there was completely exposed so that he could suture and bandage it.
Wen Zhiyun was very stubborn and refused to let Chen An untie her chest. Her eyes were slightly red and she said:
"What is our relationship? Do you know whether men and women can have sex or not?"
"If it's not treated in time, it will leave scars in the future."
Chen An said this calmly, and then started to untie Wen Zhiyun's clothes again.
This time, Wen Zhiyun didn't stop him.
She turned her head to the side without saying a word, no longer looking at Chen An, letting Chen An take away her hand covering her chest, and then felt Chen An unbuttoning her clothes little by little.
Chen An used candlelight to sterilize the silver needle, put on a thin thread, and said gently before starting to sew:
"If it hurts, tell me."
"..."
Wen Zhiyun did not respond, but closed her eyes silently, waiting for the wound to be sutured.
Silence equals agreement.
Chen An said no more and immediately sutured Wen Zhiyun's wound.
It was gentle throughout, with as little force as possible.
But inevitably, Wen Zhiyun would still be hurt from time to time, causing her to frown slightly and make a slight groan.
Soon, Wen Zhiyun's wound was sutured, but it was not bandaged.
Chen An said: "Friend Daoist Wen, the wound has been sutured. I will ask Yinger Yue'er to accompany you to the bathroom later. After you wash off all the dirt on your body, I will bandage the wound for you."
"Um."
Wen Zhiyun responded without saying much.
She tried moving her legs, and after finding that her body could move without any hindrance, she sat up from the bed by herself, and went to the bathroom to clean herself before getting out of bed.
Seeing this, Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue walked to both sides and followed her, trying to help her clean her body to prevent her from cleaning the wound herself.
After cleaning herself, Wen Zhiyun returned to her room to rest.
Chen An took the patch and cloth belt and knocked on her door and said:
"Friend Daoist Wen, I'm here to bandage you."
"..."
There was no response from the room.
But the door was ajar.
"Then I'm coming in."
Chen An opened the door as he spoke, walked in slowly, and closed the door smoothly.
He came to the bed and sat down slowly. He said to Wen Zhiyun, who was lying on his side with her back to him:
"You need to take off some clothes to bandage the wound. If you don't mind, let me help you take it off."
"what ever."
Wen Zhiyun's face was already red, but her voice was still pretending to be cold.
Chen An stopped talking and reached out to slowly take off her clothes, revealing a pair of smooth and white shoulders.
He continued to take it off, exposing more and more, completely exposing the stab wound next to his chest.
Although Wen Zhiyun is already in her thirties, her skin looks very delicate and white, no worse than Song Huaying, who is less than twenty, and Gu Xinyue, who is in her early twenties. She looks very young and fresh.
Chen An was not distracted by Wen Zhiyun's smooth skin and focused on bandaging her wounds throughout the process.
During the bandaging process, Chen An asked her how she was injured.
I learned that it was the Black Iron Villa who sent a foundation-building expert to enter.
Wen Zhiyun unfortunately ran into him and was stabbed by the other party.
In front of the foundation-building powerhouse, Wen Zhiyun, who was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, had no power to fight back.
Thanks to her good looks, she was attracted by the foundation-building expert from Black Iron Villa, who wanted to kidnap her back to be a Taoist companion, but he never killed her.
Otherwise, when the knife comes down, it will be cut in half.
In the end, after going through a lot of hardships, the foundation-building experts from the Bamboo Leaf Gang just happened to come, and she was lucky enough to save a small life.
When he heard this, Chen An had just finished bandaging Wen Zhiyun's wounds and put her clothes back on.
After that, he said: "Friend Daoist Wen, don't go to the battlefield and risk your life to earn rent-free vouchers."
"What if I can't pay the rent?"
"I raise you."
"..."
The room fell into silence.
The atmosphere gradually became subtle.
Chen An stopped playing around with her and went directly to bed beside her. He gently put her in his arms and said close to her ear: "Fellow Taoist Wen, I want to become a Taoist couple with you. Let's have a good time." Take care of you."
Suddenly being hugged by a man, Wen Zhiyun couldn't help but tremble slightly.
She tried to break away hypocritically, but in the end she chose to be hugged by Chen An and just asked him:
"You are only at the sixth level of Qi refining. How can you take care of me?"
"In no more than a year, I can become a second-level alchemist."
Chen An's words were filled with absolute confidence.
Wen Zhiyun stopped speaking.
Now she can no longer find any reason to continue to be pretentious.
A second-level alchemist is a rarer existence than a foundation-building expert.
It is an existence that all the major foundation-building gangs and even the Jindan Sect want to win over.
He has an absolutely transcendent status in the world of immortality.
Chen An put his mouth to Wen Zhiyun's ear and asked softly: "Fellow Taoist Wen, are you willing to be my Taoist companion?"
"You have already laid down on my bed and put me in your arms. Why do you want me to do so..."
Wen Zhiyun's voice became softer and softer, and her face was already red and hot.
Hearing this, Chen An felt a long-lost excitement.
Starting tonight, Wen Zhiyun officially became a member of his family and his wife.
"I don't want to listen to the voices of sister Ying'er and sister Yue'er through a wall tonight."
"I want them to listen to my voice..."
Wen Zhiyun suppressed the shame in her heart and changed her previous abstinence persona and said surprisingly.
Chen An was moved, but in the end he calmed down and said, "You just suffered such a serious injury, so you should take a good rest first. This matter is not urgent."
"You're not in a hurry, I'm in a hurry."
"But your injury..."
"Master Chen, do you have any misunderstanding about the physical strength of an eighth-level Qi refining monk?"
Wen Zhiyun completely lost her sense of shame and chose to follow her inner instinct.
Seeing that a young lady was talking about this, Chen An knew that if he continued to be so indifferent, he would really be worse than a beast.
So he stopped thinking about it and chose to be respectful rather than obey orders.
"Wait, wait a minute...blow out the candles on the table first."
"good."
Chen An followed Wen Zhiyun's wishes, got up, blew out the candles on the bedside table, and then lay back down again.
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