Chapter 1849 The Words Are Full of Pampering

Chapter 270 The words are full of pampering

While the master and servant were talking, they heard a sudden commotion outside the door, the noisy footsteps, and the man's chaotic voice calling "Doctor", all came to his ears one by one.

When Mo Shanghua heard the words, she immediately put down the tea in her hand, got up and walked out.

Sure enough, in the spacious backyard, two people dressed like ordinary soldiers were supporting Mo Jiang, who was covered in blood, one on the left and the other on the left. They all failed more or less, but they didn't know it. They just walked and shouted anxiously, "Doctor, hurry up, go to the doctor, the general is dying!"

Mo Jiang, that's a qualified fighter.

Mo Shanghua admired Mo Jiang very much in her heart, so, seeing how injured he was, she quickly followed him, "I'm a doctor, I can save him, you guys quickly carry him in."

Mo Shanghua was the only woman in the army before, so everyone in the army naturally recognized her and knew that she was a doctor, so they couldn't care less after hearing the words, so they hurriedly nodded and sent Mo Jiang to the empty room.

"Qin Lin, go get my medicine box." Mo Shanghua hurriedly followed, turned her head and ordered.

Qin Lin nodded vigorously, and ran back to Mo Shanghua's room in a hurry, and took the medicine box back after a while.

At this time, Mo Jiang had long since lost the majesty of the day before yesterday.

The armor on his body has been taken off, but the clothes on his body have been stuck together by blood, which cannot be untied at all, and the wound cannot be checked. Seeing this, Mo Shanghua took the scissors directly and skillfully, Clothes were cut.

Without the cover of her clothes, Mo Shanghua could see the wound on Mo Jiang's body clearly.

I saw that his usually strong body was covered with various scars, including various sword wounds, knife wounds, and many bruises. Some of the wounds were relatively shallow and scabs had formed, while others still ooze a small amount of blood from time to time, and the wounds were even more terrifying. Looking at Mo Jiang's complexion, it was already as pale as paper, as if he would be unable to hold on any time after repeated repetitions.

Now, what kind of battle did he go through, and what kind of tenacious willpower was it that he was able to fight with this broken body?

Mo Shanghua was startled by the wound on Mo Jiang's body, she felt a lot of awe in her heart, and began to treat the wound very quickly with her hands, while she was treating the wound, she still did not forget to order: "I can't leave now, you hurry up!" Come and write down the prescription, and quickly boil the medicine, otherwise, your general’s life will be lost.”

The soldiers hurriedly pushed out one person, and hurriedly found a pen and paper, "Okay, okay, Wangfei, tell me."

"Ginseng, mugwort, lotus heart..." Mo Shanghua didn't take his eyes off Mo Jiang, but he was still able to accurately name the prescription.

When Yan Beicheng brought the doctor in, he happened to see such a scene, and felt extremely helpless.

He originally wanted Mo Shanghua to take a good rest, but she couldn't stay idle, and after such a short period of time, she took on something for himself again, and her like this really made him feel even more distressed.

"You go to the West Wing to see others first." Yan Beicheng turned his head and told the doctor next to him, and he simply found a place to sit in the house, quietly watching Mo Shanghua treat Mo Jiang.

When a person is serious, he is extremely charming, and Moshanghua is like this in Yan Beicheng's eyes at the moment.

Her focused eyebrows, as well as the movement of her fingertips flying, fell in his eyes, as if she had a special magic power in her eyes, which was extremely deceiving.

Mo Shanghua was so engrossed in treating the patients at this moment that she didn't notice Yan Beicheng's eyes at all. After working so hard for nearly two hours, Mo Jiang was pulled back from the gate of hell.

"Feed him the medicine, and he should wake up in one night. You should prepare some light food such as white porridge in advance, so that he won't be too hungry when he wakes up." Mo Shanghua wiped the forehead. Khan, exhorting the soldiers behind him.

All the soldiers nodded their heads, and there was no prejudice against Mo Shanghua in their hearts.

Mo Shanghua was about to go out when she saw Yan Beicheng sitting at the table in the house, propping his chin and looking at her intently.

"When did you come back?" Mo Shanghua raised his brows lightly, looking at Yan Beicheng in surprise.

"While you were treating General Mo." Yan Beicheng stood up slowly, stepped forward and took her hand and walked outside, "I see you have been busy just now, you probably haven't eaten yet, I will take you Let's eat."

Mo Shanghua was pulled by Yan Beicheng, and had to follow him, but seeing the sky outside, she couldn't help but feel confused, "Where are you going to eat this late at night, hey, you don't want to order people to get up in the middle of the night to cook again, right?" .”

Yan Beicheng turned around helplessly, raised his hand and tapped on her forehead, "My princess, this is now in the city, and there are naturally restaurants outside."

Mo Shanghua touched the forehead that Yan Beicheng touched, and realized belatedly, "I forgot."

As soon as the words fell, the whole person was uncontrollably dragged forward by Yan Beicheng. This time, she was still in a daze, but Yan Beicheng suddenly dragged her forward, inevitably touching her wound.

She suddenly couldn't help taking a light breath, and her eyebrows were tightly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Yan Beicheng immediately listened to such a small voice, and quickly turned his head to look at Mo Huinui. Seeing that her left hand was covering the right arm that was being held by him, and her brows were tightly frowned, he immediately reacted , couldn't help but patted his head in frustration, "I actually forgot about your injury, did it hurt you, is there any problem with the wound, do you want to go back and have a look?"

Mo Shanghua shook her head, her eyebrows relaxed, "It's okay, I just pulled it a bit."

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she felt her body lighten, and Yan Beicheng hugged her whole body, "Yan Beicheng, what are you going to do again? Let me down."

Although it was already late at this time, there were still some people on the street. Yan Beicheng's hug like this inevitably attracted the attention of passers-by.

Yan Beicheng didn't care about it, instead of letting go, he just walked up the street with her in his arms, "They can watch it if they like, I just want to take my concubine to dinner That's all."

Between the words, it is full of pampering.

Mo Shanghua stared sideways at Yan Beicheng's eyes filled with endless tenderness, and the line of defense in her heart seemed to be completely loosened at this moment, and her heart softened completely.

Women are such strange creatures. Sometimes, there is no need for any vigor and vigor. It may be just the minutiae of life, which may completely melt their hearts.