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After two days and two nights, Meng Jiao finally arrived at Nangong Ziang's camp before she fell apart.

Meng Jiao secretly swore in her heart that if she had the chance, she would upgrade the space to one that could accommodate living people. Her buttocks were almost split into eight pieces.

I rubbed my butt and walked into the tent with the medical kit. I saw Nangong Ziang lying on a clean animal skin with various bandages all over his body.

His face was pale, his teeth were clenched, his lips were bloodless, and his body was trembling slightly.

Seeing her coming, Old Man Lu quickly stepped aside. Meng Jiao nodded, and without much time to exchange greetings, she quickly observed that there were several bandaged knife wounds on his chest, but there was no bleeding, and it was obvious that he was recovering.

The most serious injury should be on the left chest, which was a penetrating arrow wound that was constantly oozing blood. Without saying a word, Meng Jiao took out the scissors that had been placed in the medical kit in advance and quickly cut open the cotton cloth.

The wound has obvious signs of medicine applied but is still rotting.

But the old man is here, which means it's not poison.

"Where is the arrowhead that shot him? Bring it to me."

Lu Huaqing quickly ordered someone to fetch it, and he hurriedly told Meng Jiao about his treatment process.

Meng Jiao listened quietly, and had a rough guess in her mind.

Along with the person who delivered the arrows, there was also Zhongli Weiran who came alone after arranging his men.

He glanced at his wife who was being examined topless by someone else, scratched his palm fiercely, and then stood silently in a corner of the tent with no expression on his face.

Meng Jiao didn't notice him, and was focused on the arrowhead she had brought in. She only saw a faint green and tiny rust on it.

I remembered that in ancient times, arrows would be stained with animal or human feces during wars.

The person who was shot by the arrow would be infected and die. This is probably the case now. People in this era are helpless against bacterial infections.

"Girl, have you figured out what the poison is?" Lu Huaqing's usually neat grey robe was covered with drops of coagulated blood. He asked Meng Jiao anxiously.

Meng Jiao turned around and took a look at Nangong Ziang's wound. Without time to explain, she took out a needle from the medicine box, injected penicillin into Nangong Ziang's wrist for a skin test, and quickly instructed Lu Huaqing,

"Master, all of you go out first. I will handle it. Do not disturb me for now without my instructions."

Nangong Ziang's condition was somewhat serious. Not only did he need to clean the wound, but he also needed to resolve the bacterial infection as soon as possible. The penicillin he brought with him was not enough.

The fastest way is to use the antibiotics in her space for intravenous injection, but those things cannot be exposed. Even when facing Lu Huaqing, she dare not trust him 100%.

Lu Huaqing didn't say anything when he saw the strange little needle. He believed that Meng Jiao must have her own reasons for saying that. This child always knew things that he didn't know.

There was no time to discuss the situation in detail, so he led everyone out and stood guard outside the tent without wasting any more time. He simply ignored Zhongli Weiran's dark face when he passed by it, thinking that the young couple should be fine.

Meng Jiao looked at the only person who hadn't left the tent. She didn't have time to smile at him and asked nervously,

"Why don't you go out?"

Zhongli Weiran looked at her for a moment with a sullen expression, then turned around and stood guard at the entrance of the tent.

"I'll help you guard the door. Don't worry, I won't turn around."

Hearing this, Meng Jiao felt that this guy had noticed something, but the situation was urgent. Nangong Ziang came to Yufeng because of her. If something really went wrong,

Feeling guilty is a minor matter, but starting a war over it is a sin.

I picked out the debridement and suturing props that the system exchanged. The space was too small and I had not prepared these things at the beginning. I could only exchange them with points.

After disinfecting and putting on gloves and masks, Meng Jiao quickly opened his wound that had been corroded by rotten flesh.

It was also the first time for her to actually clean the wound. She carefully cut open the edges of the rotten flesh and removed every bit of damaged tissue. She had difficulty with one hand in areas that were too deep.

At this moment, a hand reached out and lifted up her face which was about to be buried in someone else's chest.

Zhongli Weiran gritted his teeth and reached out to Meng Jiao.

"Give me what you have in your hand, and I'll help you."

The sudden action startled Meng Jiao. When she saw that he remained calm in the face of the pile of things that did not belong to this era that she had displayed, she felt as if she had been exposed.

"Hey, that's not right, didn't you say you wouldn't turn around?"

Zhongli Weiran gritting his teeth at her, which was rare.

"Can't I see you about to get into someone else's arms if I don't turn around? Hurry up, if you don't let me help, let him die!"

Meng Jiao felt a little weak because of the anger in his words. She found him gloves, a hood and a mask and mumbled instructions.

"Then just help me to open it."

Zhongli Weiran did not say anything else, but moved swiftly, and quickly followed Mengjiao's instructions.

With the cooperation of two people, the debridement went smoothly.

After confirming that Nangong Ziang's skin test was completely absorbed, Meng Jiao quickly put in an IV drip. Then she took off her gloves and mask and looked eagerly at Zhongli Weiran, waiting for him to ask first.

Zhongli Weiran saw that she was done, so he followed her example and took down everything, then handed it to her.

Ignoring her gaze, I walked out of the tent.

"Eh? Where are you going?"

The tent door closed quickly. After Meng Jiao was surprised, she retreated to Nangong Ziang's bed with a sense of grievance.

This is over, I seem to be really angry,

But Meng Jiao still didn't think she was wrong. Everyone would keep a trump card for themselves.

The baby hasn’t been born yet, how about coaxing her?

But she had to keep an eye on Nangong Ziang herself, especially these things, and she must not let anyone else see them.

Ah, so annoying! At worst, she could take some medicine, sleep, take the fertility pills and run away. The things in the space are enough for her to live with the baby for the rest of her life.

At the same time, Zhongli Weiran came out of the tent with a gloomy face. Even Lu Huaqing was a little afraid to step forward and ask about the situation.

After Fang Ziyan dealt with the pursuers, he took the envelope and reported to him.

"Master, we have dealt with it. The ambush in the river has also been uncovered by the Fourth Master and his men."

Zhongli Weiran brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes, his eyes calm.

"Leave one alive and send it back to the palace, and throw the rest back into the river and break them into pieces to feed the fish."

Fang Ziyan looked up in surprise, and seeing his dark face, he quickly lowered his head and responded, then turned around and disappeared from the spot.

Hearing this, Lu Huaqing was stunned and covered his mouth with his hands behind his back.

After Zhongli Weiran finished giving the order, she turned towards him, her tone still cold.

"Where is the kitchen? Take me there!"

The old man was still immersed in the shock of having his body chopped up and fed to the fish, and he didn't react for a while.

"Ah? What did you say?"

Zhongli Weiran took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

"I'm asking you, where is the kitchen? She's been on the road for two days. Do you want her to pass out?"

Hearing this, Lu Huaqing blinked his old eyes and slapped his forehead fiercely.

"Oh, look at my memory. Come on, here."

As he spoke, he felt relieved. Fortunately, this kid still cared about something. It seemed that his apprentice was the rope to tie the fox.

Zhongli Weiran gave his subordinate a look, and the man took the order and stood at the entrance of the tent. Only then did he feel at ease and followed the old man towards the temporary kitchen tent.