"Mo Bing?"

After walking a few steps, Lan Wenhua called again.

Mo Bing didn't answer, and he quickly shouted several times, his tone getting more and more anxious: "Mo Bing...you respond to me, if you don't respond to me, I'll touch your wound."

"You don't respond to me, I'll think you're dead."

"roll."

Mo Bing was really angry.

I used to think that this guy was a little disliked no matter how he looked at it.

But today, she is so irritated with true energy.

She was injured, is she a wounded person? She was so painful and tired that she didn't want to talk, so she couldn't calm down?

Hearing Mo Bing's response, Lan Wenhua breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking with her on her back.

"Mo Bing, I always have a question to ask you, why do you always beat me up?"

"You also slapped me in the face, do you know? No one else has hit me except you."

"What if I beat you now? You beat me so many times, I won't have a chance to fight back... Forget it, take you to see the doctor first, and wait until the doctor says you're fine, I'll beat you again... It doesn't seem possible. I, a big man, beat you a woman who can't move, and I'll be embarrassed to say it."

Lan Wenhua said in a nagging manner.

As he spoke, he suddenly fell silent.

After a while, he suddenly asked:

"Why are you going to be with me?"

"You should know that I am always unlucky. You are not afraid of being unlucky with me... You see, this is unlucky, and you can't move even the wounds."

"Ha~ fool."

Lan Wenhua walked away with Mo Bing on her back.

Both legs lost consciousness.

Finally, in the second half of the night, Lan Wenhua found a clinic in a small town.

Knocking at the door, I woke up the doctor who lived inside: "Doctor, save someone... save her..."

"So this is the injury? Come in, I will see the injury first."

The doctor was initially dissatisfied because he was woken up in the middle of the night. When he saw Mo Bing who had fainted, the dissatisfaction immediately disappeared.

He hurriedly brought the person into the house, lit up all the lights in the clinic and began to take Mo Bing's pulse and treat the wound.

When the doctor finished treating all the wounds, Lan Wenhua asked anxiously:

"Doctor, how is she?"

The doctor said, "Don't worry, your life is saved, but this kind of injury must be kept for at least half a month and cannot move."

Lan Wenhua breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

"That's good, that's good...it's good...it's good..."

The sound behind was getting smaller and smaller. When the doctor turned around, he saw that Lan Wenhua had fainted.

When I saw again, this guy had a pale face, with at least a dozen injuries of all sizes on his body. Although he did not hurt the fatal point, he did not stop the blood throughout the journey, and the situation was very bad at this moment.

"These young people are really not taking their lives."

The doctor sighed and struggled to get Lan Wenhua to another bed and began to treat his wounds.

"Such serious injury is still carrying someone on his back, tsk tsk tsk..."

The doctor muttered to himself while treating the wound.

"Son, it's midnight, and another patient came to the door?"

An old woman walked out of the inner courtyard and saw two people covered in wounds, her face changed:

"This... alas, this is all wounded by a sword. You... you asked me to tell you what good... Such people must be in trouble. You save them... you... hey..."

Look, the old woman sighed as she said it.

They have opened clinics and have seen all kinds of patients.

None of them, who came to the door in the middle of the night and were injured in swords, are good people. They either make enemies with others or are evil people.

Regarding such a person, the old woman talked about him countless times with her doctor's son, asking him not to meddle in other people's business, so as not to cause trouble, but it was useless.

This time, two more injured ones were rescued in an instant.

This makes her not worried at the age of age.

The doctor also knows his mother's worries, but as a doctor, there is no reason not to save her when she encounters her.

He said, "Mom, I studied medicine with my master to cure diseases and save people. How can I not save you when I encounter it?"

"Hey... you always make sense."

The old woman sighed, looked at the blood on the two of them and turned around and left.

When I came back, I was holding a basin of warm water in my hand, and I was wet with a handkerchief, carefully wiping the blood on my body for the two of them.

The doctor looked at it, and while dealing with the wound and doing the final bandaging work, he smiled and said, "Mom, you always ask me not to save me, but every time you help me deal with the wound."

The old woman glanced at him: "If you don't save me, I won't have to help you deal with it."

"At the age of time, I have to do these things. This is the last time. Next time someone knocks on the door in the middle of the night, you can't open it no matter what you say."

"I understand." The doctor replied with a smile.

The old woman snorted: "Hmph, you agreed so last time."

The mother and son were talking, but their hands didn't stop.

After treating the wound, the old woman said again: "I'll send the two away tomorrow."

"Mom, they..."

Seeing that he was going to say something, the old woman interrupted directly: "We must send it away, they are in trouble."

"If you don't agree to see it off tomorrow, then see it off tonight."

The old woman said toughly.

The doctor sighed: "But they will not wake up tomorrow even if they are injured."

The old woman looked at Lan Wenhua and Mo Bing again and said, "Then let them leave immediately after waking up."

The doctor had no choice but to nod and respond.

As the doctor said, Lan Wenhua and Mo Bing did not wake up the next day.

The doctor and the old woman moved the two to the backyard room together.

Because they have to receive treatment outside during the day, they are not familiar with their origins and are covered in swords. They dare not let others see it.

It was not until night that Mo Bing woke up quietly.

Seeing Lan Wenhua lying on the bed next to her, she subconsciously sat up.

The old woman came in with the medicine and saw her awake. She walked over and sat down, and said, "He is fine. When you wake up, you will drink the medicine yourself."

As he said that, he handed over the medicine and shouted, "Son, I'm awake, come and have a look."

The doctor who had just closed the clinic gate came in after hearing the sound. When he saw Mo Bing wake up, he took her pulse and said, "The recovery is pretty good."

"Thanks."

Mo Bing thanked her and her eyes fell on Lan Wenhua.

The doctor said, "Are you a couple? Your man is so powerful. He is still covered in injuries, but I don't know how many roads he has walked on your back and his feet are worn out."

"He's okay?" Mo Bing asked silently, unable to tell what it felt.

She knew he was carrying her on his back to find the doctor, and thought he was not injured.

"It's okay, I must be too tired, I guess I'm about to wake up."

As he was talking, Lan Wenhua woke up quietly.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the doctor and asked, "Doctor, is that girl awake? Is there anything else?"

While speaking, he was looking for Mo Bing's figure, and when he turned his head, he met Mo Bing's eyes looking at him.

The moment the eyes met, the atmosphere suddenly became strange.
Chapter completed!