The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 335 Fighting for Life and Death
Time goes by bit by bit...

When Jun Moli kept watch until midnight, sleepiness suddenly struck.

She strained her eyelids, not daring to be careless for a moment, and probed Zhuo Hao's forehead from time to time.

I really have a fever!
Withdrawing his hand, Jun Moli went to fetch a basin of cold water, soaked the towel completely, and placed it on Zhuo Hao's forehead to physically cool down.

Then, she lifted off the quilt covering Zhuo Hao's body, removed the gauze on the cuff, and exposed the wound.

The wound was exposed to the air and had begun to suppurate. The skin around the wound had not been treated in time, and some necrotic flesh appeared.

Seeing that Zhuo Hao's injury is not optimistic, Jun Moli frowned slightly: "Master is right, the wound is indeed infected."

He took out the dagger and cut off the dead flesh bit by bit.

Jun Moli was used to killing people, and he was afraid that if he struck too hard, Zhuo Hao's injuries would be further injured.

Because of worry, she was very careful when cutting off the necrotic flesh, and her forehead was full of nervous sweat.

The whole process went very smoothly. After removing those dead people, she replaced Zhuo Hao with a towel, and then used another towel to clean his wound.

"Zhuo Hao, hold back."

Taking out the silver needle prepared by the old man for her, and threading the needle, Jun Moli fixed Zhuo Hao's wound with one hand, and pierced his flesh with the silver needle with the other hand.

In this era, without anesthetics, Zhuo Hao groaned in pain because of her movements.

Ignoring his muffled groans, Jun Moli's men continued to sew up the wound without stopping.

Perhaps Zhuo Hao was fainted by the pain, he didn't hum again, as if he fell asleep.

He had seven stitches in total.

After Jun Moli sewed up his wound, beads of sweat drenched his clothes.

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, put away the silver needle, and changed a towel for Zhuo Hao.

Throughout the whole night, Jun Moli kept changing the towels for him, and Zhuo Hao's high fever didn't subside completely until the sky became twilight.

When Bai Lan came to replace Jun Moli, seeing the mess in the room, she could immediately guess that Zhuo Hao's situation was not good last night.

"Goddess, how is he?"

"After the high fever subsides, it is estimated that I will wake up today."

"That's good." Turning to look at the person lying on the bed, Bai Lan breathed a sigh of relief: "Goddess, you've been tired all night, go and rest."

"Ah."

With a light reply, Jun Moli didn't hold back, turned around and walked out of the room.

After a life-and-death struggle with the god of death last night, she did feel very tired physically.This feeling was something she had never felt before when she killed someone.

This time, Jun Moli slept for a long time, and didn't even get up for lunch.

In the other room, Bai Lan stood guard in front of the bed, not even noticing the old man's arrival.

The old man stood at the door and watched for a long time. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard Bai Lan's voice slowly saying, "Scholar, you finally woke up!"

Her voice was full of joy.

Hearing this, the old man immediately walked in.

Seeing Zhuo Hao lying on the bed, he really opened his eyes, looking straight ahead without focusing.

Raising his hand to check his pulse, the old man stroked his beard.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken, Bai Lan stood up nervously: "Smelly old man, how is he?"

"The pulse condition is stable, and there is no serious problem."

"But why would he..."
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　Thank you Xu Guniang and Junjun for the reward, and Junjun for your maintenance, 520 thanks for having you, refill?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)