Chapter 903 I Am Wei Yuanwei

The next step is to clean the wound, disinfect it, and then sew the wound!

In order to allow Wei Iris to see more clearly, dozens of candles were lit in the tent, illuminating Irene's serious face particularly clearly.

The three of them stood opposite, silently watching Irene sewing the wound stitch by stitch.

Naturally, this ancient needle and thread cannot be compared with the needle and thread used in surgery, so it is still difficult for Irene to sew, but fortunately she has so many years of experience here, so her sewing techniques are not sloppy at all.

The weather in early autumn was already slightly cooler, but a thin layer of sweat slowly broke out on Erin's forehead.

This scene was a bit bloody, and most people would definitely feel uncomfortable, but Irene did not frown from the beginning to the end, her expression was calm and cautious, which showed that she was used to such scenes.

Looking at the way she sewed the wounds, she was mature and skillful, definitely not something that a novice could do.

It wasn't until the last step was completed that Irene breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head and looked at the three people in front of her, then skillfully applied medicine to the injured and bandaged it up.

"The stitches will be removed in half a month!" This kind of thread is not a special medical thread and will not be absorbed by the skin. It will be painful to remove the stitches and will leave scars.

Under the mask, Cang Chu showed a warm smile: "It doesn't matter, as long as I know you are Wei Yuanwei!"

Irene's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her clear and beautiful eyes looked at Cang Chu. Why did she feel that no one here was kind.

"I am Wei Yuanwei, why do I need to prove it?" Irene looked at Cang Chu, speaking firmly and looking decisively.

She is Wei Yuanwei, what proof do you need? This is originally Wei Yuanwei's body!

After turning around, Irene walked out of the tent. The autumn wind blew on her face, and her whole body felt much refreshed.

I don’t know why Irene thinks these people are so thoughtful!

One by one, they have smiles on their faces, but there are many things in their hearts.

"Little tail!" Ning Zheyan walked up and took Irene's hand: "Did you remember something?"

Irene lowered her head and looked at Ning Zheyan holding her hand, and then at the two people in the tent, who seemed to have no reaction. Come on, this is ancient times. She is a married woman. This man is like this. He held her hand and was seen by others.

The two people didn't seem to have any intention of stopping him. However, one of the people wearing a black mask was a little unhappy, but was stopped by the person wearing a silver mask.

What does this mean?

If it reaches the ears of the prince, won’t he be angry?

Or is the prince just a strict wife?

Or is the folk customs here too open?

"No, I didn't remember anything!" Irene shook her head. She had no memory of the original owner, and the person in front of her was really unfamiliar.

"Although you have no memory, you can still transfuse blood, know blood types, and know how to sew wounds. Therefore, Feng Yin only erases your memory of people and objects, but some things are engraved in your bones and heart. Things are never forgotten!" Ning Zheyan's lips were as red as peach blossoms in March and her smile was beautiful, but always with a hint of sadness: "So, your love for Mu Jin is also engraved on In your bones, it’s useless for Feng Yin to erase your memory!”

Yes, it doesn't matter if he takes her away, she will still like Mu Jin when she sees him again!

Is there such love? Watching Ning Zheyan holding his hand, she fell into deep thought.

The original owner also knew about blood transfusions, what blood types were, and how to sew wounds. This operation was really not something that an ancient person could master.

Then why is the identity of the original owner so strange?

Whatever she knows, the original owner can also do, and what the original owner likes, she also likes!

why is that?

Are you a person from time travel like her? And a doctor? Erin smiled. The time travelers all traveled through time in the same body. Is there such a coincidence in the world?

"You said that I lost my memory because I was poisoned, right?" Eileen had to confirm first whether the original owner was dead.

"Yes, when the poison in your body is cured, you will be able to remember everything!" Ning Zheyan answered affirmatively.

"That means I'm not dead!" Erin said to herself.

"Feng Yin can't kill you. Even if you die, he will find a way to save you. You are very important to Mu Jin!" Ning Zheyan said firmly.

If Feng Yin kills Wei Yuanwei with his front foot, Mu Jin can lose control with his back foot and die together with Feng Yin.

All of Mu Jin's current plans are based on the fact that Wei Yuanwei is still alive. If Wei Yuanwei dies, then all of Mu Jin's plans will not be established.

So the original owner is not dead? Wei Yuanwei thought about it seriously, and even thought for a moment that she had actually traveled through time long ago, but it was because she was poisoned by Feng Yin that her memory in ancient times disappeared, that is, the memory of the original owner disappeared. But her own memories have not disappeared.

But soon, Erin gave up the idea and laughed at herself for being a bit stupid and even thinking too much.

"Then what's your relationship with Mu Jin?" Irene asked, looking at Ning Zheyan.

Ning Zheyan thought for a moment: "It doesn't matter, it's just acquaintance!"

"Then you just held my hand and they saw it. Aren't you afraid that they would tell the prince?"

Ning Zheyan smiled: "Mu Jin won't argue with a dead man!"

"What dead person?" Eileen didn't understand, his hands were clearly warm.

Ning Zheyan grabbed Wei Yuanwei's hand and put it on her chest. She paused for a few seconds, and then Irene tried to pull her hand back with a serious look. She couldn't feel his heartbeat at all.

"Zheyan died five years ago. He should have been buried like ordinary people, but Zheyan is different from ordinary people. Zheyan is a Yinmei. If you want to die Yinmei, you can only burn him with fire. So, now Zheyan is not a human, he just has the charm of a human body!" Ning Zheyan didn't mind telling Wei Yuanxi this.

After all, he is not a real person, not even a ghost, he is just a ghost, and to put it bluntly, he is a monster!

Irene looked blankly at Ning Zheyan in front of her. No wonder his eyes were always so sad. Even though he smiled brightly, there was still a lingering haze hanging over him.

"But you have warmth!" Irene touched Zheyan's arm. It was indeed warm, but there was no heartbeat or breathing.

Still just like a normal person!

"Because there are shadow beads. If there were no shadow beads, Zheyan would be afraid of the moonlight, let alone the temperature!" Ning Zheyan smiled again, he always smiled like this.