Ouyang Wu frowned without comment and said in a calm voice, "I suggest that before you doubt my medical skills, you should find a way to stop the bleeding." Didn't you see the blood gushing out of the wound?
Murong Wenshu saw Ye Chonghua's horrifying wound, his eyes jumped, and he went to treat the wound without saying anything. However, the wound was so deep that the bones could be seen. The golden medicine poured on it was quickly washed away by the bright red blood, and the wound could not be stopped.
Murong Wenshu's usually calm face could not help but have a hint of burnt color, beads of sweat appeared on his smooth and jade-like forehead, and the fingers holding the wound were covered with blood, but he still applied the golden sore medicine on it again and again. Unfortunately, The effect is minimal.
If he was allowed to continue the treatment, this noble Mr. Ye might not survive today. Ouyang Wu sighed in his heart, and his slender fingers took out needles and thread and disinfectant alcohol from his arms, but in fact, he took out needles and thread and disinfectant alcohol from the space.
"Let me do it." Unable to bear to let such a pleasing and beautiful man disappear from the world, Ouyang Wu spoke lightly.
Xiaodao was very anxious, but when he saw Ouyang Wu's calm and composed face, he didn't know why his impatience eased, and he just looked at Ouyang Wu with suspicion.
Under the suspicious and anxious eyes of Murong Wenshu and Xiaodao, Ouyang Wu took a step forward and tore off the extra cloth on Ye Zhonghua without hesitation.
Ye Zhonghua in front of him had a head of black and shiny black hair pouring down like ink, his chest was strong and strong, his skin was slightly as smooth as fine porcelain, and his chest was covered with large drops of cold sweat, and the sweat beads were shining like the luster of ancient jade, which made him look charming and sexy.
This figure has no excess fat, clear lines, strong and powerful, and a perfect golden inverted triangle ratio. It is comparable to a perfect male model, like a Greek sculpture. Even Ouyang Wu, who is used to seeing all kinds of male models in modern times, almost whistled.
With a beautiful face and a perfect figure, Ouyang Wu, who is full of determination, almost had wild thoughts, which shows how charming and sexy he is.
If he died, it would really be a loss to the world... Ouyang Wu shook his head violently and threw away the complicated thoughts. The crisp sound of the cloth tearing awakened Murong Wenshu and Xiaodao. The two looked at each other, and a trace of complex emotions flashed in their eyes that only they understood.
Ye Er, who is cold, arrogant, noble and elegant, always hates others to get close to him, especially women. If he knew the current situation... Murong Wenshu and Xiaodao shuddered together.
However, as if to fulfill the two people's thoughts, Ye Zhonghua, who had closed his eyes and fell into a coma, suddenly opened his eyes. Even though his face was as pale as paper, his sharp eyes like a falcon still flashed with a terrifying light.
"What are you doing?!" Ye Zhonghua's dark amber eyes were cold and cold. Suddenly, he stretched out his big hand and hugged Ouyang Wu's slender waist.
The movement was very large, involving the bleeding wound, but his falcon-like cold eyes did not change at all.
Ouyang Wu was hugged by him like this. After a cry, she was brought to his broad chest before she could react. The two of them almost wanted to stick together, their faces were close, and they could feel the hot breath exhaled by each other. To others, this posture was quite ambiguous.
Ye Zhonghua's deep amber eyes were like a clear spring, and the light in his eyes was reversed. There was coldness and bloodthirstiness hidden in the depths of his eyes. He stared at Ouyang Wu without blinking. Looking at the red, plump lips as close as honey, and the ambiguous body fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, Ye Chonghua actually had the urge to bite them hard.
Ouyang Wu's eyes fell on the chin with clear lines, and slid to the Adam's apple where the clothes moved. The hot eyes from the bloodthirsty and wild man in front of her suddenly made Ouyang Wu's heart flash with a panic she had never experienced before. She subconsciously pushed the figure in front of her away!
"Hiss——" Ye Chonghua fell back on the bed, and the violent movement made his wound even bigger.
Murong Wenshu and Xiaodao on the side suddenly widened their eyes, surprised and didn't know how to react. Ye Chonghua...he, he actually took the initiative to touch a woman, and...he was rejected?
Ye Chonghua stared at Ouyang Wu with cold eyes.
If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely run out of the door scared by these cold eyes, but Ouyang Wu was unmoved and glared at him warningly, "Don't move if you want to live. If you do it again, I'm too lazy to save you!" Then, she took out the acupuncture needle to prick his numb point.
Murong Wenshu took a breath and said to himself, "What a powerful woman!"
After rejecting Ye Er, this woman still warned him under Ye Er's cold eyes without changing her expression, which made Murong Wenshu sweat for Ouyang Wu and admire him very much.
As a childhood friend who grew up together, Murong Wenshu knew Ye Chonghua very well, this monster with tremendous power and terrifying IQ, the hidden danger and brutality under his calm face, and his actions under rage.
However, what surprised him was that Ye Chonghua just narrowed his eyes, stared at Ouyang Wu quietly, and said calmly, "Don't knock me out."
After that? After that, he let go of his hand and lay back, slightly closing his eyes.
… Could it be that after the body is poisoned, the brain will also be a little slow? Murong Wenshu was a little confused.
Ouyang Wu held the toothed forceps in his left hand, lifted the edge of Ye Chonghua's jade-white skin on his abdomen, and held the needle forceps in his right hand, using the wrist and arm strength to rotate from the outside to the clockwise arc to pierce the skin.
Ye Chonghua didn't even hum, still lying there quietly, as if Ouyang Wu's suturing had nothing to do with him.
It's really tough. Ouyang Wu thought to himself, then cut through the edge of the skin on the opposite side of the incision, loosened the needle holder, pulled out the needle completely, and tied a knot skillfully.
The whole action was as smooth as flowing water, and as graceful as a butterfly dance, which made Murong Wenshu's eyes widen.
"Cut the thread." Ouyang Wu had to remind him out loud. "Oh, oh!" Murong Wenshu came back to his senses, nodded hurriedly, and picked up the scissors soaked in boiling water to cut the thread. At this moment, he was still immersed in incredible shock.
If Ouyang Wu hadn't demonstrated it on the spot, he would never have imagined that someone would actually use needle and thread to sew a wound, and it seemed that the shocking and surging wound was stopped just like that...
It's a pity that he is still called a miracle doctor, he is really too out of date. At this moment, Murong Wenshu's heart was full of mixed feelings, both excited about the emergence of new medical development and frustrated about his own ignorance.
It's a pity that Ouyang Wu would never tell him that this treatment method would not be introduced from the West for many, many years.
After more than a dozen stitches, the blood from the bone-piercing wound was finally stopped. Looking at the neat and uniform sutures, Murong Wenshu's face was full of amazement, looking at the sutured wound as if appreciating a precious work of art, and constantly praising it.
"How much do you want to pay?" After washing her hands, Ouyang Wu calmly brought up the old matter. This move just now has demonstrated her medical skills. She believes that Murong Wenshu is a smart person.
Can this daring woman say anything more shocking? Murong Wenshu's forehead began to sweat again.
"How about a thousand taels of gold?" Without waiting for Murong Wenshu to speak, Ouyang Wu raised her eyebrows lightly.
"Okay." Ye Zhonghua on the bed opened his amber eyes at some point, calmly dropped a word, and then closed his deep eyes in an unfathomable way.
Ouyang Wu's heart trembled, and then she thought it over again. Didn't the ancients all follow the principle of repaying a drop of water with a spring? She doesn't want a spring, a thousand taels of gold is enough. This is the reward she should receive, right?
But why is there an indelible strange emotion in my heart?