Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

Dongjinlin, "stay honest."

Luo Yunran, "..."

Dongjinlin continued to speak slowly, "that's the biggest help you can help."

Luo Yunran was stabbed in the heart and stood up. "You still don't believe me, do you? When I was in Huiyang hall, I actually --!"

"Water is coming." the servant shouted at the door and suddenly interrupted Luo Yunran's words.

Dongjinlin waved to the door, "bring it in."

"Yes." the servant answered, and then came in with a copper basin.

He looked as if he had no interest in what Luo Yunran had just said, which made Luo Yunran feel powerless to punch the cotton.

He raised his eyes and looked over. "Won't the miracle doctor help me heal my injury?"

Luo Yunran exhaled and sat back dejectedly.

First, I tried the water temperature to make sure who was completely cold, so I pulled dongjinlin's hand over, "bear it."

Then he immersed the whole arm in the water.

Dongjinlin's eyebrows jumped hard!

The servant was surprised and subconsciously wanted to stop him. He was stared back by a look from dongjinlin.

After that, Luo Yunran became familiar with it. He cleaned the wound, applied medicine again, and bandaged it. It was as neat as eating and drinking water.

The servant couldn't help looking at the strange girl brought back by the Lord last night.

It seems that he is a very powerful person.

It's just that the atmosphere with the Lord is strange.

The gauze tied the best knot and fixed it. Dongjinlin wiped the flexibility of his arm, put down his sleeve and stood up, "let's go."

Luo Yun dyed his hands and neatly sorted out the things. Then he stood up and took out a bottle of wound medicine from his body again. "The bottle I gave you before is not applicable now. Change this."

Dongjinlin stood there and didn't answer.

Luo Yunran felt puzzled and stretched out his hand. "Take it."

"Change the medicine for me. It's your business from now on. Take the medicine yourself." Dong Jinlin brushed away her hand holding the medicine bottle. Her voice was low and speechless, and her expression looked so high.

Luo Yun paused and nodded, "that's OK."

So he took the medicine bottle back and didn't forget to give a warning, "but I can remind you that since your body is now under my care, don't casually accept the medicine given to you by no three no four people in the future. Try to make trouble for me."

Dongjinlin clenched his fist and coughed, "the military doctor is a man."

"What's the matter with men?" men are not bad people? What's the logic?

"All right, let's go." dongjinlin avoided her too straight sight and quickly wiped past her.

After two steps, he turned back.

Luo Yunran gave him a puzzled look.

Dongjinlin stretched out his hand, grabbed her wrist and dragged her away.

……

"Everything is done?"

In the Marshal's house, the marshal was sitting on the imperial chair of pear flower wood with a golden knife, and a little servant girl was beating his legs with a low eyebrow.

He didn't go to the military doctor today. On the pretext of recovering from his injury, he stayed at home and had a good rest.

Wearing only a regular dress, it looks like the color is gray, which is nothing special, but if a knowledgeable silk merchant will know that this is a good Jiangnan tribute satin. Even in the imperial capital, no dignitaries can afford to wear it.

The annual output of this kind of thing is very limited. Most of it is supplied to the imperial court, and the rest flows into the people. The price is comparable to gold.

A marshal of the northwest camp, according to his rank, his annual salary is not enough to buy such a cloth.

But now the marshal wears it in a dignified way.

General Han patted his chest and said, "it's natural. My subordinates watched the medicine given to him by the military doctor with their own eyes. Don't worry, marshal! In less than three days, let the boy go to see the king of hell!"

Speaking of the excitement, General Han could not help dancing. Then he felt that the gauze wrapped around his neck was too troublesome. He pulled it off and threw it aside.

The marshal motioned him to sit down and touched his beard. His expression was not very relaxed. "It's really worrying to have to delay for another three days."

"Isn't it just three days?" General Han didn't think so. He said naturally, "it's all old business anyway. It's not general Han. When he heard this, he suddenly felt a little sad and wiped his face, "It's good to go back, marshal. Don't worry. My brothers and I must think of you. Even if you're gone, we'll send you something every year... But marshal, if the seventh Prince dies here, will you be held accountable?"