Chapter 2139 The Heart

Chapter 560

Mo Shanghua nodded slightly, took the wooden box and prepared to leave.

She had already reached the door, but suddenly she saw a carriage parked at the corner of the street, a man holding a woman in his arms, and hurriedly entered from the backyard.

Mo Shanghua's eyesight was excellent, and when she looked closely, she immediately recognized that the person was Hua Qianliu who had kept her waiting all afternoon.

With a thought in her heart, she hurriedly followed in, and raised her voice: "Master, you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Hua Qianliu turned around hastily, and the face of the woman in her arms was clearly reflected in Mo Shanghua's eyes.

At this moment, Hua Qianliu's complexion was pale, her eyes were closed tightly, and the motionless woman was none other than Nan He who left the palace due to illness and died not long ago.

The ridicule on Mo Shanghua's lips that hadn't overflowed in the future was wiped away immediately, her thin eyebrows were tightly frowned, she was both surprised and worried, "What's going on here?"

Hua Qianliu didn't have time to explain, the thin sweat on his forehead showed his nervousness, "Let's not talk so much, follow me in for treatment."

As he said, he hurried into a room in the backyard with Nan He in his arms.

Seeing this, the stewards in the building hurriedly ordered to go down, and first ordered people to boil some hot water and clean the handkerchiefs. As for the guests in the front yard, they were all sent away. The teahouse closed its doors to thank guests, and no one in the building was allowed Come and go as you please.

Nan He was laid flat on the bed, only then did Mo Shanghua see Nan He's injury clearly.

Hua Qianliu hugged her tightly just now, and now she was placed on the bed, and Mo Shanghua could see clearly that Nanhe's left shoulder had been injured in some way, it was soaked in dried blood, and the clothes on the shoulder It also seemed to be cut off by a sharp weapon, and one place was damaged, and all the broken clothes were stuck to the wound.

"Qin Ya, hurry back to the house and fetch my medicine box." Mo Shanghua took Nan He's pulse with a solemn expression, and ordered in a deep voice.

Seeing this, Qin Ya immediately nodded her head like a pounding garlic, and hurriedly ran out with her legs.

Seeing this, Hua Qianliu suddenly stepped forward to stop Qin Ya and said, "I'll go with you."

As he spoke, he grabbed Qin Ya's wrist, regardless of her inability to react, and dragged her out of the room. After that, he didn't care about looking for another good horse, and directly untied the horse in front of the carriage outside the door, and pulled Qin Ya to ride the horse and gallop away together.

Mo Shanghua didn't care about how they got there at the moment.

Her whole body returned to a state of extreme concentration and solemnity, and she ordered very quickly, "First prepare two slices of ginseng, and then bring the scissors."

Hua Qianliu left, but the manager in the teahouse was still there. Seeing that Hua Qianliu had just listened to Mo Shanghua's words like this, now that she ordered her to come down, she responded simply, and quickly prepared all the things she needed.

Mo Shanghua stuffed the ginseng piece into Nan He's mouth, and first hung her life for her, then took it and saw it, and carefully and carefully cut off the broken steps of Nan He's wound.

She cut off the entire sleeve, but only one third of the wound on the shoulder was exposed, and the rest extended into the direction of the chest.

Mo Shanghua's face was solemn, and she ordered in a cold voice: "Leave two women to help, and the rest of the idlers will all retreat."

The steward turned his head resentfully, and hurriedly cleaned up the house according to Mo Shanghua's instructions.

Immediately, only Mo Shanghua was left in the room, and two maidservants stayed as helpers.

Mo Shanghua had no choice but to cut off the skirt of Nan He's chest, so that she could clearly see Nan He's injuries.

The wound was a knife wound, running from the left shoulder to the left chest, only a little bit short of the heart.