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Ye Musheng wiped the blood around the wound with Jun Qingmo's coat, then used his inner strength to help Jun Qingmo adjust his breath, and at the same time picked up the silver needle and pierced Jun Qingmo's body.

"How did you survive the injury before when it split open?" Ye Musheng asked.

Although this injury is not fatal, it can make people feel painful all over their bodies, and life is worse than death. It takes a lot of perseverance to survive.

In the original plot, there was no such injury on Jun Qingmo's back, presumably Jun Qingmo should have found a way to recover by himself.It's just that even if the master is here, it will take several months to recover from this injury.

Therefore, even if Jun Qingmo found a way to recover, he should have experienced the pain and suffering caused by countless wounds.

"My mother is waiting for me to go home, and I am the only one in her world. For this reason, no matter how much pain I have, I can grit my teeth and get through it." Jun Qingmo thought of his mother, a rare tenderness appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help it. Said to Ye Musheng calmly.

Hearing what Jun Qingmo said, Ye Musheng paused for a moment, then said with a smile, "With a son like you, your mother must be very happy."

"Happiness...I will make her happy." Jun Qingmo continued.Everything he insisted on and everything he did was to let his mother, Yu Lin'er, live a happy life.

After a while, Ye Musheng took off the silver needles one by one, took out several small porcelain bottles and a pack of medicine powder from his arms, mixed the medicine powder into one of the porcelain bottles, and glanced at Jun Qingmo's wound, Ye Musheng revealed A smile.

Ye Musheng shook the porcelain bottle, allowing the medicine in the porcelain bottle and the powder in the paper bag to fuse together.After feeling that it was almost the same, Ye Musheng took off the stopper of the porcelain bottle, and evenly sprinkled the medicine powder inside on Jun Qingmo's wound.

"As expected of Baichou's apprentice." Jun Qingmo praised looking at the blue sky, his cold voice was obviously much stronger than Fang Cai's.

How serious was the injury? Jun Qingmo cleaned it up by himself. Ye Musheng had to heal him out of helplessness, but he didn't expect that after Ye Musheng's acupuncture, his whole body gradually recovered.

"That's ridiculous." Ye Musheng smiled, and continued to use Jun Qingmo's coat to wipe away the new black blood flowing from his back. "It's just that the young master's clothes may be ruined."

"No problem." Jun Qingmo lowered his eyes, glanced at the sword beside him from the corner of his eye, and said lightly.

The wind was blowing with a hint of coolness. Although it is almost spring now, the temperature has not risen yet, and martial arts practitioners are naturally not afraid of the cold.

But Jun Qingmo had just recovered his physical strength, and he was naked again. Seeing this, Ye Musheng couldn't help asking, "Is your master cold?"

"Not cold." Jun Qingmo said.

"Well, it's good if it's not cold. I don't have any clothes to wear when it's cold." Ye Musheng said while tearing the hem of Jun Qingmo's coat into strips, and used it as a bandage to bandage Jun Qingmo's wound.

"..." Jun Qingmo remained silent.

Because Jun Qingmo's injury was on his back, Ye Musheng naturally had to walk around Jun Qingmo's chest when bandaging the wound.

His eyes touched Jun Qingmo's chest that was also covered with scars, Ye Musheng's peach blossom eyes gradually deepened, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After bandaging the wound, Ye Musheng glanced at Jun Qingmo's blood-stained underwear.Even though it's dirty, it's better than wearing nothing at all.

Just as Jun Qingmo was about to put on the underwear, Jun Moqing took the underwear, got up and put it on by herself.

Ye Musheng also stood up, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, and handed it to Jun Qingmo, "Take it."