Chapter 1190 I Will Save Him

A Niu was stunned. He had been here only a few days ago. How could such a good yard become like this? What about Sister Bai?

Song Lang pulled his legs and rushed in. He rushed in too fast and bumped into someone at the corner.

The two collided, each taking two steps back.

As soon as A Wu looked up, he saw Song Lang. With this face, he would never admit his mistake: "Song Lang? Why are you? Why are you here?"

Song Lang looked anxious: "Where's Bai Zhi? How is she? Is she okay?"

A Wu suddenly thought of something, he rushed forward and grabbed Song Lang by the collar, and asked angrily, "Did you do this?"

Song Lang pushed him away: "What nonsense are you talking about? I just returned to the county and just found out that she lives here. What can I do? What do you think I will do to her?"

A Wu was also in a hurry, so he would say such a thing. He knew that Song Lang had feelings for Bai Zhi, and he would not do anything to hurt her.

Thinking that Song Lang is also a doctor, and a very powerful doctor, he rushed forward again and grabbed Song Lang's arm tightly, "The emperor is injured, and Azhi is emotionally unstable. If you want to help her, you must help her. ."

Song Lang was anxious, and just wanted to see Bai Zhi immediately to make sure she was safe.

"Take me there quickly, what are you talking about?" Song Lang shouted.

Ah Wu hurriedly led Song Lang into the inner courtyard. Outside a bedroom facing south, there were seven or eight guards dressed in black, all with solemn expressions.

"Quick, quick, get out of the way." A Wu rushed forward and pushed open the closed door.

Bai Zhi knelt down beside Chu Yan, holding the handle of the arrow in both hands, her face was pale, and her hands trembled slightly.

The arrow has been removed, as long as the arrow body is pulled out, but she can't use the force at this time, and she is worried about letting others pull it out.

The door was opened, and her footsteps were hurried. She didn't turn her head to look, thinking it must be A Wu.

A hand grabbed her wrist, warm and strong, not Ah Wu's hand.

She turned her head and saw those eyes, familiar and unfamiliar, annoying and memorable.

"I'll come." Song Lang's eyes were soft, and he moved his hand to the handle of the arrow, breaking her fingers apart one by one, "I'll come, trust me."

If there is anyone else who can convince her now, only Song Lang.

Song Lang is good at medicine and poison. With him, Chu Yan will definitely be saved.

Tears fell again, and Yingying looked at Song Lang with tears: "We must save him, we must save him."

Song Lang nodded: "Don't worry, I will save him, don't cry." He raised his hand, wanting to wipe the tears from her face, but he raised his hand and finally put it down.

Xiaoqinghong stepped forward with her eyes wide open, took a handkerchief and wiped her face. Seeing the blood on her body again, she asked in shock, "Are you injured? Where is the injury?"

Bai Zhi shook his head: "I'm not hurt, I'm fine."

Song Lang looked at the location of the wound, guessed how it was hurt, and sighed in his heart.

As the ruler of a country, Chu Yan can still ignore his life for the sake of Bai Zhi. If it is him, can he do it?

Song Lang said to Bai Zhi, "Is your medicine box there?"

A Wu hurriedly brought over the silver medicine box that was placed in the corner of the room.

Song Lang had seen some tools in the Baizhi medicine box to treat wounds before, and he thought those things were very good, convenient and clean.

Although he has only seen it once, he is confident that he can make good use of those tools.

Draw arrows, stop bleeding, suture.

Although it was the first time to do it, it was very skilled, so skilled that even Bai Zhi doubted whether he was a modern person.

Song Langdao: "I have also learned some surgery. Although the tools are not the same as yours, there are some similarities and the same purpose. Over the years, I can often think of these things from you. After thinking about it in secret, I can master it."