The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Just now Wu Yu urgently tapped a few big acupuncture points on Huangfulian's body, and quickly applied the best wound medicine to his wound. Although the blood on his chest was still oozing out, it was no longer the same as before. When it was on the shore, it was so severe that it sprayed in all directions like a fountain, leaving only some places where the wound medicine was not completely sprayed, and blood was faintly oozing out.

However, with Wu Yu's wiping and stitching, those places also slowly stopped bleeding.

The lamp on the bedside was shining brightly. Wu Yu used a camera to hold a thin silver needle, and every time it passed through the bloody opening on Huangfulian's chest, he put the whole needle on the fire and roasted it once. .

As the wound was slowly stitched up, and then sprinkled with good golden medicine, Huangfulian's breathing gradually recovered and became stable.

Jiang Nanyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes still did not move away from Huangfulian's body. [

It wasn't until Wu Yu finally sewed up the wound, wiped off the bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead, packed up his tools and stood up, that Jiang Nanyan hurried forward

"Wu Yu, how is Huang Fulian? Does it matter? Will it..." Jiang Nanyan grabbed Wu Yu's shoulder and shook it vigorously.

"Miss Jiang." Wu Yu has been tense since just now, and now he has finally relaxed. His whole body is exhausted, and he can't help but feel dizzy after being shaken like this, "Miss Jiang, stop shaking, stop shaking , My head is almost fainted by you."