nucmednet Chapter 218 You won’t blame me, will you?
Chapter 218 You won’t blame me, will you?
She stared at the tissue in her hand in a daze. Is papermaking in ancient times so advanced now?
But then I thought, this is a world of cultivating immortals, so it is not impossible, so I didn't think too much about it. Thinking too much will give me a headache.
Using paper is quick and fire can be started in no time.
She took out a pot from the space, went outside the door, collected a pot of snow and put it on the stove, then took out a small stool from under the table, sat next to the stove and warmed herself by the fire.
Remembering that she had never seen what this body looked like, she silently looked in the mirror, and was shocked again when the mirror appeared.
The mirror was as clear as modern mirrors, but what shocked her even more was the woman in the mirror.
Daddy, how can you be so domineering!
And she seemed to be quite tall. She raised her eyebrows at the person in the mirror, touched her chin with one hand, and put her tongue on her cheek.
What a cool sister.
She just sat in front of the stove and admired the face until the snow water in the pot began to boil and then she looked away.
It’s a pity that I can’t fall in love with myself.
He took out a wooden basin, a towel, and a set of clean clothes from the space and placed them on the made bed.
She wiped her face first, and then carefully wiped the melted blood clot on the back of her head with a towel that had not been wrung out of water.
She didn't dare wipe it too carefully, after all, she couldn't see the condition of the back of the head. She could only wipe the blood from the gaps between the hair on the surface, and she would not stop until the handkerchief was no longer stained with blood.
Seeing that the water in the wooden basin had become turbid, she stood up, opened the door, poured out the water, then filled half the basin with snow again, brought it in, and closed the door.
Pour hot water into the basin, and the snow inside melted quickly. She reached out to test the water temperature and it was just right.
She had just put her hand on her belt when she suddenly remembered that there was a man in the room and she had almost forgotten about him.
She walked over to the man and squatted down, removing the thing she had covered his head with before, then leaned in closer and looked down at the eye sockets of the mask, the eyes inside were still closed.
She poked the quilt wrapped around him with her index finger, but he still didn't react. Was he going to die?
After all, she had received modern compulsory education, so it was impossible for her to leave him to fend for himself without saving him.
She first untied the hemp rope that bound him, and then lifted the quilt, only to find that his clothes were covered in blood.
This must have been chopped into a hornet's nest.
"I'm sorry, brother, this is a special situation, and you are a man and you won't suffer any loss..."
She undressed him while muttering to herself, but she found that she couldn't do it because she had to lift him up first.
She had no choice but to take out a pair of scissors and cut off all the clothes in front of him. When she cut to his inner clothes, the wound on his waist had already stuck to the cloth.
Fortunately, the weather was cold and the wound did not fester, but this was a deep and long wound that had not been stitched, and she had just torn it when she helped him take off his underwear.
The wound had already started to bleed, and it made her scalp tingle.
She quickly took a pair of scissors to cut off the edges of the clothes that were stuck, then took out an alcohol-iodine cotton swab and put away the ointment.
If these things were not put in porcelain bottles, she would have thought they were modern products, especially the cotton swab.
She came over with a basin of water, wrung out the towel, and began to wipe his upper body carefully.
Tsk tsk, these scars all over his body do not affect his fair, well-proportioned and strong body at all, but instead add a sense of masculinity to him.
When she thought of this, she couldn't help but glance down at his abdomen.
She quickly shook her head and looked away, Lin Jiaojiao, why are you so obscene!
He condemned himself, then entered sage mode and used alcohol to clean his wounds.
If she hadn't seen the slight rise and fall of his chest, she would have thought he was really dead. He didn't even react when she wiped him with alcohol.
Seeing that the wounds were almost cleaned, she picked up a cotton swab dipped in iodine and began to wipe them, and then applied ointment to the shallower wounds.
As for the wound on her waist and abdomen, she was wondering what to do.
Qi Yao raised his eyelids drowsily and felt the pain in his body, but he had no strength to react.
He could only feel a hand gently touching his body, and he didn't even have the strength to frown.
When he finally regained some strength, he slowly tilted his head and through the limited vision of the mask, he saw clearly the person who had been touching his body.
It's her.
Now that he is unconscious, I can't help but touch his body.
Lin Jiaojiao applied medicine to his wound, and just as she looked up, she saw the person who had been looking sideways at her.
“Ah! Ugh…it hurts…”
She was so scared that she sat down on the ground, which made the pain worse and really hurt her.
She rubbed her butt and continued to squat, then said embarrassedly.
"Um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take off your clothes. I just saw that you were seriously injured, so I kindly cleaned your wound and applied medicine. You won't blame me, right?"
After waiting for a long time without any response from him, she waved her hand in front of his eyes.
"Hello? Are you awake or not?"
However, the eyes under the mask did not blink at all, and she felt as if she would never close her eyes again. She withdrew her hand awkwardly and looked at his chest.
Only after she saw the faint rise and fall did she breathe a sigh of relief. At least she was not dead.
"That big brother, no, sir, I don't know how to sew the wound on your waist and abdomen, so I applied a layer of ointment on you, so don't move, otherwise the wound will open again."
As she spoke, she took out a bandage and bandaged his wound. Originally, she just habitually said bandage and adhesive tape together in her mind, and it turned out that there really was adhesive tape.
This is totally off the mark.
Didn't she travel through time from ancient times?
After treating the wounds on his upper body, she didn't dare to continue with the wounds on his lower body. After all, he was awake and still staring at her. She didn't know what the relationship between him and the original owner was.
After covering him with a quilt, he leaned over to his mask and asked, "Would you like to drink some water and take some anti-inflammatory medicine?"
She finally saw him blink his eyes, it seemed that he was really awake.
She turned back to the stove, took out a spoon and a cup, scooped a spoonful of water from the pot into the cup, turned back to him, and blew the water in the cup.
"Um, can you get up and drink it yourself?"
However, no one responded to her, so she had to move closer to him and say it again, but he didn't even blink.
"Can you please take off your mask? So I can feed you."
Now she finally saw him blink, it seems he didn't become a fool.
"Then I'll take it."
As he spoke, his hands gently lifted the back of his head, untied the ribbon of the mask, and then carefully put his head down.
She took a deep breath, after all, she was about to see a handsome man.
Don’t ask her how she knows he’s a handsome guy. After all, she herself is so handsome, how could the people around her be any worse?
She held her breath, slowly picked up his mask with both hands, and stared at his horrible face with curiosity.
Is this a pig's head?