Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 87 She Treated Him
Yin Qing suddenly felt that his whole body was cold and pain was spreading.

Suddenly, she seemed to find hope in her eyes, her eyes lit up looking at Yinshang, and she hurriedly used her kung fu to suppress the aura in her body.

The pain is still going on, and the dizziness in the head is also going on.

Yin Qing immediately stood up from the ground, took out a bottle of pills from Yun's sleeve, and was about to put it into his mouth.

Yinshang stepped forward and clasped her hand, full of anger, "Fourth Sister, don't you know what this is? You gave it to him, but what about yourself?! Your... body already surpassed it." The load, the consumption is huge, and now there is another Fei Xueqi, you give him this pill, what about you?!"

Yinshang pressed against her ear, gnashing his teeth in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Yin Qing remained silent, her bright eyes were full of determination, she looked at the unconscious person on the bed.

At this moment, nothing is more important than saving him.

Yin Qing forcefully tore off Yin Chang's hand, put the pill straight into his mouth and bent down to put the pill into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it.

"Fourth sister..."

Yinshang bit her lip, stomped her feet, and sighed secretly, but did not speak after all.

Now, giving him iceberg snow lotus, I'm afraid it won't work!

But she gave him her own life-saving medicine, Yulong Pill. Didn't she know that there were only seven of these Yulong Pills?

"Others can't cure it, I'll come!"

Yin Qing's eyes were full of determination, her words made Yin Shang startled.

she come?

Why didn't she know that she could heal people?
Yinshang was frightened for a while, and couldn't help looking at Mo Zicheng.

How to cure?

Feeling anxious, she hurriedly grabbed Yin Qing, "Fourth Sister, how did you treat it? Don't worry, I will send someone to find the best doctor..."

"Why can't it be cured!"

Interrupting her words, Yin Qing flew straight towards the door.

After a while, he returned to the room at the speed of the wind.

With pursed lips, he sprinkled the sweat medicine taken from the doctor's medicine box on his wound, without raising his eyes, he stared at Mo Zicheng's wound seriously, "Get out of here, all!"

Hearing this, the yamen servants all looked like they had been released. They supported the frightened doctor with weak legs, and disappeared at the door as if fleeing for their lives. The last one who was still very clever also closed the door.

Yinshang shook his head, and was about to get closer, when he heard Yinqing say again: "Are you still going out?"

Yinshang smiled stupidly, looked at Yinqing, "I'll stay here so that I can help Fourth Sister."

But he muttered in his heart, and collected the body for Mo Zicheng.

Yin Qing obviously didn't know what she was thinking, her brows were slightly frowned, and her forehead was completely soaked with sweat.

There is a cold breath in the body that travels around, rushing to every corner of the body, the pain is unbearable.

Be quick, otherwise, otherwise...

While thinking, Yin Qing grasped the blade of the sword with a trembling hand, "Yin Chang, come over and press him."

Yinshang, who was in a daze, hurriedly responded and stepped forward, holding Mo Zicheng's shoulders with both hands.

Yin Qing pursed her lips hard, and put the long soft cake wrapped in cloth in the tray on his mouth, the cool feeling made Mo Zicheng, who was in a coma, immediately open his mouth to swallow it.

At this moment, Yin Qing closed her eyes slightly, and pulled out the sword cruelly.

"Hey!"

"Humph!"

The blood splashed all over the chime, although Mongolian sweat medicine was still used, but the effect was not that great.

Even in a coma, he still forced himself to bite the soft cake and hold back, just let out a muffled grunt.

Fortunately, what she gave him was a long soft cake. If it was a wooden stick, I'm afraid his mouth would already be dripping with blood!

Yin Qing breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out her hand, and tore off all the robes on Mo Zicheng's body.

For an instant, he gasped.

Because of the previous turmoil, his wounds enlarged and expanded, and at this time it was already a bloody mess.

Yin Qing pursed her lips, stared at him unblinkingly, but her fingers were trembling, and carefully wiped the edge of his wound with a medicated handkerchief.

The movements of his hands were unrelenting, and the soft and hoarse voice was also non-stop.

"Cheng, you have to live well, you have forgotten what you owe me, but I still remember..."

Yin Qing tried her best to suppress the heart-piercing pain that was screaming in her body, so that it would not be so strenuous for her to speak.

"Remember, the servant who appeared by your side six years ago, Mu..."

(End of this chapter)