Princess too Young, Prince too Old

The extra cloth had been cut off, and only the cloth stuck to the back was left. Lu Zhicheng couldn't drop the scissors. He had to put down the scissors and got up to take a jar of realgar wine.

Lu Zhicheng threw the parchment in the wine jar and twisted it. Then he took a deep breath, put the parcel on Zhou Chi's back, and wiped it gently, so that Zhou Chi's entire back was covered. Covered with realgar wine.

Lu Zhicheng was painting, thinking about yesterday, also in this big account, Zhou Chi also applied himself to the ointment. For a time, Lu Zhicheng's heart was even more ashamed, and his hand movements were also Followed softer.

"It hurts ..." Zhou Chi's mouth choked intermittently, "Sister ... I hurt so much ..."

Lu Zhicheng knew that Zhou Chi was not awake, but the more so, the more uncomfortable he was. A serious and old-fashioned person like Zhou Chi would only bite his teeth and bear it, and only when he was unconscious. Will it show such a fragile appearance?

"Just bear with me, bear with me ..." Lu Zhicheng comforted softly, his tone was gentle without even being aware of himself, although Zhou Chi could not hear it at all.

Realgar wine soaked Zhou Chi's back, and Lu Zhicheng painted it again. He used up that jar of realgar wine, and then gently peeled off the layer of silk that stuck to the wound. Only then did Zhou Chi's The cry was even louder. Lu Zhicheng listened to that voice and couldn't do anything about it. The sweat beads on his face fell down, but in fact he was soaked with sweat all over his body.

He didn't know what to do, so he squatted in front of the bed so stiffly and watched Zhou Chi weep softly.

When Zhou Chi's crying was low, he took a deep breath and went to expose the layer of silk again. Zhou Chi still cried, but Lu Zhicheng didn't stop this time. Little by little, the whole piece of silk was finally peeled off, and by the time he finally threw away the piece of silk that was blurred in color, his hands were too shabby.

Zhou Chi's injury was much more serious than Lu Zhicheng imagined. The whole back was almost blurred. Lu Zhicheng looked at the wound that was not good, and he was out of breath for a long time. His leg was a little bit The mouth was soft, his mouth was a little dry, and his head was a little dizzy. He took a deep breath, then got up and carried the medicine box. In the army camp, such a medicine box is available in almost every tent, not to mention his township. The general's big account is full of drugs, as well as many precious drugs he brought out of the palace, but Lu Zhicheng did not expect that these drugs would be used on Zhou Chi's body.

He carefully washed Zhou Chi's entire back with realgar wine, and then applied a layer of gold sore medicine to the back. By the time this was done, Lu Zhicheng had already lost his strength and he had been heightened since early Nervous. The strings in his brain are still tight. Now when he was given the medicine, Zhou Chi kept crying. The cry was like a whip, and he drew it on him.

At this time, he looked at the tears on Zhou Chi's face staggered, and his heart was twisted like a knife. He reached out his hand and gently wiped the tears from the corner of Zhou Chi's eyes.

With the movement of Lu Zhicheng, Zhou Chi's tight brows gently stretched out, and once Lu Zhicheng froze, he mentioned his throat and eyes, and then he hurriedly got together and whispered: " Zhou Chi, are you awake? "

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