Mo Wen had always been calm and steady. He had a sense of propriety when he did things and never hesitated. However, he was hesitating now.
"Yes." Mo Wen responded.
He reached out and opened the small bag. There were all kinds of medicine scattered inside, all of which were personally treated by mo Qiu, and the effect was excellent.
"Brother Yi, bear with it." Mo Wen said.
"Yes." He sat there straight while mo Wen knelt by the side of the bed and slowly sprinkled the medicinal powder on mo Yanchen's wound. He could feel the pain even through the air.
Mo Yancheng broke out in a cold sweat, but he did not utter a single word.
"Chief," At this moment, the Adjutant rushed in.
The room was filled with the smell of blood and medicine. He stood there in a daze and looked at mo Yanchen and Mo Wen. His eyes widened and he strode forward in disbelief.
