Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 366 Peasant Girl (19)

After Qu Chenzhi left the bamboo hut, he went to the thatched hut. He loved cleanliness. Although this place was not as good as the bamboo hut where he lived, it was still clean, but it looked a little shabby.

He still didn't know which room Ruan Ruan had placed the person in, and he was walking slowly. Just as he was about to look for it, the sound of a sharp weapon falling to the ground suddenly came from one of the rooms.

Qu Chenzhi walked towards that place, turning his steps without any pause. He still looked unhurried and did not appear to be in a hurry because he heard any movement.

He opened the door and found Shen Chuyao standing beside the bed. Her trembling right hand was grabbed by her other hand, and the sharp knife fell not far from her.

Ye Hanchuan, who was unconscious on the bed, had his robe untied and the bandage on his upper body untied, revealing horrific wounds. The intertwined wounds were full of rotten flesh and pus, which made him want to vomit.

Seeing Qu Chenzhi come in, she looked at him with reddish eye circles due to suppressing nausea, but she still remembered the unhappy breakup yesterday, so she didn't give him a good look, "Why are you here? Didn't you say you won't save me?"

She was so angry yesterday that she just remembered that the man Ruan Ruan brought into the valley was still in her eyes. Since Qu Chen couldn't save him, she would save him herself!
But she had never treated a patient with this kind of symptom before. She had cut off the flesh of other people's bodies, and the injuries were so horrific that she didn't even want to look at it, wondering how she could do it well.

Holding the knife, he hesitated to take action, and finally took it off.

Qu Chenzhi was not the least bit embarrassed, looking at her with unwavering eyes, "He can't die now."

No matter what Shen Chuyao thought when she heard this, Qu Chenzhi walked to the bed, his silver-patterned white boots under his feet causing the hem of his clothes to sway slightly.He put down the medicine box, took out the cloth bag he carried with him, unfolded it and took out a small knife, burned it with fire and gouged out the rotten flesh on his body.

His movements were like a programmed procedure, and there was no emotion when he lowered his eyes to look at the wounds on his body.

She stepped aside when Qu Chenzhi came over, and he started cleaning his wounds without saying a word. She didn't leave either, standing next to him and watching.

Her eyes were fixed on the hand holding the knife, as if to prove something.

The hand he holds the knife in is slender and white, with a faint cyan color on the back of the hand. The thin skin is close to the bones, and the joints are delicate and bulge when exerting force.It looks very beautiful.

However, Shen Chuyao couldn't help but look away, her stomach was rumbling, and the shocking scenes she had just seen were imprinted in her mind. Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer and ran out the door to retching.

Before running out, he accidentally bumped into the open door, making a harsh 'squeak' sound.

Qu Chenzhi cleaned the wounds on his body, applied medicine and wrapped them with bandages, and then used silver needles to seal several acupuncture points on his body to ensure that he would not die for the time being.

The gray bedding was stained with Ye Hanchuan's blood. Qu Chenzhi took away all the things he brought and took the carrion out to dispose of it. Except for a package missing at the end of the bed and the blood stains he left, it seemed that no one had ever been there. came.

He didn't like the smell of blood on his body. After bathing in the living spring behind the bamboo house, he returned to the room. He changed into a white suit of similar shape, only the pattern embroidered with silver thread was different.

Ruan Ruan had already gotten off the bamboo bed, and she tightened the loose man's robe as much as possible, but she was still worried, so she wrapped the thin silk quilt outside.Her long hair was messy and was pressed under the quilt. She was sitting on a carved wooden stool beside the table. The quilt was mopping the floor and looked like a small ball.

She seemed to be thinking about something. She looked up when she heard the movement, and when she saw him coming in, her eyes were a little dodgey.

(End of this chapter)