Marry a powerful minister and remain a widow?I’m done with the book-wearing female role!

Sick of blood?

Several maids looked at each other with disdain, looking at Yan Lin who fell to the ground.

Afterwards, everyone agreed to perform their respective duties. The one who fetched hot water and the one who handed over the suture tools from the medical kit tacitly ignored everyone.

Jiang Yuzhu's attention shifted to Liang An, and after checking the wound, she said, "You used so much strength, the injury is serious!"

In winter, trauma is not easy to heal.

Jiang Yuzhu checked the wound, and Liang An gasped in pain, and said with a grimace: "There are not enough people in the house. I saw that there was not much firewood in the woodshed, so I thought of doing some work, but I didn't know that it was self-defeating."

In the past, in Xie Mansion, Liang An mostly ran errands and never chopped firewood.

He saw others doing it easily, but who knew that it was not the case after he got started, and that he needed to use his skills.

"Madam, the winter in the North is colder than I imagined. It's only been less than thirty-nine days. I can't sleep at night and I wish I could cover myself with a few quilts."

After arriving at the border town, Liang'an heard that some people were freezing to death, and he was worried about firewood.

Heavy snow has sealed the mountains, and villagers cannot go out, so they store firewood for the winter.

Making a fire to keep warm is the top priority, even more important than having a full meal.

Jiang Yuzhu saw Liang An's kindness and did not criticize her harshly, but comforted him: "Double Ninth Festival said that every two days there will be woodcutters in the city delivering firewood. Let's buy more next time to fill up the firewood shed." .”

This year, Jiang Yuzhu is destined to be separated from the Jiang family.

If you want to stay in the Northland for a longer period of time, you have to follow the customs of the Northland.

"Don't get your hands wet these days, and apply wound medicine twice a day. Fortunately, you didn't hurt any bones, otherwise it would be even more troublesome."

When Jiang Yuzhu talked about taboos, Liang An listened with his head drooped, nodding from time to time.

Several maids gathered around Liang An to inquire after him, and the atmosphere in the room was harmonious.

Yan Lin was woken up by the sound of chirping and felt a buzzing in his ears.

He opened his eyes and found that he was lying on the flat ground.

His consciousness gradually returned, and Yan Lin suddenly turned red. He got up from the ground, pointed in the direction of Jiang Yuzhu, and was so angry that he couldn't speak: "You, you..."

The moment he fell, the little girl named Ningxiang could clearly help him, but she avoided him like a plague!

Men and women are not close to each other, Yan Lin doesn't care, he is lying down, why does no one care about him?

"Mrs. Xie, is this too indifferent?"

Yan Lin came to the house to see Jiang Yuzhu and exposed her for pretending to be ill. He suspected that he was being retaliated against.

Upon hearing this, Hongxiu said with a look of disdain: "Mr. Yan, please be reasonable. We don't know the disease you are suffering from. What if we turn you over and cause a second injury? Madam is asking us to find a doctor for you. !”

It’s okay for a doctor to treat a doctor.

Yan Lin looked at Hongxiu and snorted coldly: "You are so clever with your words, so quibbling!"

The injured servant's injuries were treated, indicating that Yan Lin had been lying down for at least a quarter of an hour.

If he was treated rudely, why should he keep Jiang Yuzhu a secret?

Hongxiu came to Yan Lin with a basin of water and said earnestly: "Mr. Yan, we admire your medical skills..."

Before Hong Xiu could finish speaking, Yan Lin stared straight at a basin of red blood, wanting to say something. He opened his mouth, rolled his eyes, and fainted again.

There was a "bang" sound, which was still a familiar sound.

Hongxiu was stunned and muttered to his wife: "Madam, are slaves so lethal?"

"Not only did he faint from blood, he also fainted from bloody water."

Jiang Yuzhu touched her chin. It seemed that Yan Lin's problem was serious.

As a doctor, he is doomed to be unable to become a good doctor.

After thinking for a long time, Jiang Yuzhu said to Hong Jin: "I remember you bought a set of bright red clothes. You should change into them first."

Some people have psychological reasons. Not only do they faint from blood, but they also feel uncomfortable with the color red.

Hong Jin had just changed into her shirt and skirt. Yan Lin had already opened his eyes and saw that the environment around him had not changed. He was still lying on the ground. He had lost his temper.

Forget it, fighting is useless, Yan Lin got up again, decided not to argue, and save some spit.

"Mr. Yan, are you okay?"

Under the instruction of his wife, Hong Jin quickly stepped forward to help.

Seeing the red color in his eyes, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and he said angrily: "Go away!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Lin stood up in embarrassment, stumbled out and ran out.

After he arrived at the hospital, he breathed a sigh of relief and his expression softened.

Jiang Yuzhu chased him out and said politely: "Mr. Yan, please stay!"

Seeing Yan Lin's footsteps paused, Jiang Yuzhu took two quick steps forward and said with a determined expression: "Mr. Yan, you seem to be afraid of being known about your problem with bleeding?"

"So what?"

Yan Lin came to his senses and looked extremely alert.

He has suffered from haemorrhagia since he was very young. Because of this, he cannot diagnose and treat external injuries. This is a secret that his parents have worked hard to keep secret for a long time.

Once word spreads, Yan Lin will lose the qualification to be the young master of Jishi Hall. His uncles and brothers are eyeing this family business.

"Mrs. Xie, do you want to use Yan's secret to make a deal?"

Yan Lin looked suspicious. He stared at Jiang Yuzhu closely and found that she didn't have any proud mood except a faint smile.

Could it be that he was wrong?

Jiang Yuzhu waved her hand and said seriously: "Mr. Yan, you have a keen sense of smell and some real abilities. It would be a pity if you cannot diagnose and treat external injuries."

Yan Lin is proficient in medical skills. If he overcomes the problem of haemorrhage, he will definitely make greater achievements in this field.

More importantly, use it for her.

Yan Lin turned his head and looked at the falling snow on the winter plums in the courtyard. He paused for a moment and said bitterly: "There is nothing we can do about it. Yan cannot pass the psychological test."

At that time, Yan Lin was only a few years old, and his parents took him to bed his newlywed mother.

He was young at that time and fell asleep hiding in the brocade quilt.

When he woke up, he heard a sound outside the bed curtain, and saw an unforgettable scene in his life.

"The bride was stabbed with a dagger by a thief who broke in and stole, and the room was filled with bright red."

In the wedding hall, there are red wedding candles, mandarin duck wedding quilts, red lanterns, red window grilles, red bed curtains, the bride's red clothes and a large pool of bright red blood.

Yan Lin was frightened and fainted. From that day on, he began to have frequent nightmares and the root cause of his illness.

In the past few years, he would faint when he saw Xifu.

His parents took great pains to hide his secret.

"The elders say that I am the most talented person in the Yan family, but..."

Yan Lin never thought of forcing himself, but he fainted every time. The more times he did it, the more his parents gave up.

Jiang Yuzhu pondered for a moment and asked, "Are you afraid of chicken blood?"

Yan Lin: "..."

He didn't know, he had never killed a chicken.

But with his aversion to the color red, he would probably faint.

"How about you try killing a chicken?"

In winter, border towns have the habit of stocking up.

I bought more than [-] chickens on Chongyang Festival, and the cook was busy making bean buns and big buns, but she didn't have time to spare.

There is a coolie in front of me, don’t use it in vain!