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127 Chapter 107. The past that cannot be repeated(1/2)

But, he didn't dare.

He was afraid of touching her wounds.

He stared at her blankly for a while, then woke up immediately and neatly took out her medicine bag from her sleeve.

She had taken medicine from here before and given it to herself.

First I took a Ten Thousand Flowers Nourishing Pill and gave it to her to take.

Her body is hot.

The wind, cold and dew were heavy. She was lying in the wild with such serious injuries. It was inevitable that the wind and cold would invade her body.

Then he gently opened her clothes, and her wounds were heavily covered with thick blood stains. There was a wide bruise on her chest, as if she had been injured by a heavy stick.

But the most serious thing was a deep sword wound.

The wound was only an inch from her heart.

You Jue took off the water bag next to her, pulled off her clothes, poured water on her, and carefully wiped her wound little by little.

The blood stains were so thick and thick. How much blood did she lose?

You Jue changed one piece of cloth after another, and while wiping it, her heart trembled: Can she still survive?

Finally, he wiped off the blood stains and sprinkled Fang Xiu San on the shocking wounds.

Then he picked her up and walked slowly towards Wild Bee Town.

He didn't dare to walk too fast for fear of pulling on her wound and causing bleeding.

In just over ten miles, he walked from dusk to second watch.

Finally arrived at Wild Bee Town.

The waiter at the Tenglin Inn had just locked the door when he heard someone calling from outside: "Check in."

When the door opened, it was a young gentleman.

This young man's eyes are bloodshot. How many days and nights has he not slept?

Then look at him holding a girl covered in blood in his arms.

The guy was shocked: Is this girl dead or alive?

Youjue's voice was hoarse: "I want a quiet upper room."

The guy was a little trembling and said, "Okay."

Open the door and lead You Jue to the innermost room on the second floor.

"Your Majesty, please." The waiter said.

You Jue stepped into the room and said, "Here, heat some hot water."

"Here we go." The waiter responded and left.

Youjue walked slowly to the bed with Yu'er in her arms, and gently put her down.

Her face is still so pale.

The weak breathing seemed to be there or not.

Must survive!

This sentence was repeated over and over again in You Jue's heart, almost like pleading.

In Yu'er's haze, she felt that her whole body was as hot as a fire.

"Water..." The voice was so weak that even I couldn't hear it.

However, a stream of cool water immediately flowed into her mouth, and she hurriedly swallowed it.

Some people wipe themselves with a wet and cool cloth.

She opened her eyes slightly and saw a familiar figure in the dim light.

"You Jue?" she called softly.

You Jue approached her, leaned down and whispered, "Do you still want to drink water?"

She had fallen asleep again.

When Yu'er woke up again, the whole room was filled with sunlight.

You Jue was sitting on the side of the bed, holding a wet cloth to wipe her arms and forehead.

My whole body aches.

The wound on the chest felt like needle pricks and burning.

My throat was so hot that it seemed like it would burn immediately.

But, am I still alive?

When the sky stick hit her, she thought she was going to die.

What's going on now?

Where did such a deep sword wound come from?

She searched her memory hard - but couldn't remember anything at all.

Yu'er looked at You Jue in disbelief and wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a single word.

Didn't he leave alone?

He also said he would never see me again.

How is this going?

You Jue looked at her as if she had something to say, and asked softly: "What do you think? Are you feeling better?"

Two days and two nights passed before she finally woke up.

Youjue finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Yu'er's heart suddenly stirred, and she looked at You Jue and said two words with difficulty: "Xiao Mi..."

Nothing will happen to her, right?

You Jue paused her hand and said softly: "She was not there when I went there."

Yu'er wanted to ask anxiously, but she couldn't make a sound.

"She may have escaped and she will be fine." You Jue comforted her.

There were two knocks on the door.

Youjue opened the door.

"Sir, your medicine is ready," the waiter said.

Then the door closed.

You Jue came over and helped Yu'er sit up.

"Drink the medicine." You Jue said.

His voice...

I never thought he would have such a gentle voice...

However, although her body was extremely uncomfortable, Yu'er's mind gradually became clear.

That day in the forest, when he strangled his throat, he never hesitated at all! (The Realm of Watching the Crescent Moon)

You Jue brought the medicine bowl to her mouth, and she opened her mouth and drank it.

Judging from his appearance, there must be no problem with the medicine.

Watching her drink up the medicine, Youjue's face showed a slight look of joy.

He helped her lie down again.

His movements were also very light, as light as holding a fragile porcelain statue.

Yu'er sighed secretly in her heart and said in her heart: "Does he know what he is doing?"

I felt extremely tired all over, and sleepiness came over me quickly, and I fell asleep again.

Yu'er sleeps and wakes up, and when she opens her eyes, she can always see him.

Sometimes I sit on the side of the bed and wipe my forehead and arms, sometimes I pour water and let it cool in preparation, sometimes I tell the waiter to boil the medicine and the temperature, sometimes...

Hey! Wait a minute! What is this guy going to do?

Yu'er struggled to hold his hand that was unbuttoning her clothes with one hand, staring at him with her eyes fixed on her, but not able to shout a single word out of her mouth.

You Jue's haggard left face, which was not covered by the mask, suddenly turned red.

This was how he cleaned her wounds, applied medicine, and tied her clothes for the past two days.

He never thought there was anything wrong with this, he was just afraid that her wound would get worse.
To be continued...
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