The First-Class Medical Princess

However, the slight pause was only for a moment, gently dragging Su Yunchu's hand, the other hand took out the best golden sore medicine from the medicine box, and then used the medicine Su Yunchu usually used to heal his wounds For those utensils, I used a clip to hold a piece of cotton, wiped off the blood around the wound, cleaned it up, took the gold sore medicine powder, and carefully sprinkled it on the wound on Su Yunchu's forearm.

As soon as the golden sore medicine was sprinkled, Su Yunchu couldn't help trembling slightly. The wound was like this. The medicine just sprinkled on it would bring instant pain to the wound due to the sudden stimulation. Su Yunchu knew it, but it seemed subconsciously. Normally, in front of Murong Yuan, she would not become a powerful Concubine Jing, she was just this man's wife.

Therefore, at this moment of pain, she couldn't help but say, "It hurts..."

With a weak voice, Murong Yuan paused, lowered his head, and gently blew on the wound on Su Yunchu's arm, his movements were gentle and precious.

Su Yunchu choked up suddenly, "Huaiqing..."

Seeing that she didn't seem to be in pain, Murong Yuan wrapped up Su Yunchu's arm with a bandage and tidied up the wound. His movements were always skillful, as if he had done such things too much, that was Su Yunchu. He is also familiar with the utensils in the medicine box, those more modern utensils modified by Su Yunchu.

Su Yunchu didn't know why Murong Yuan was so familiar, whether he was slowly turning what she was familiar with into something he was familiar with when she didn't know it.

After everything was tidied up, I looked at Su Yunchu's exposed half of his arm that was not covered by clothes. At this time of winter, due to the chill in the air, Su Yunchu's arm was very cold. Turning red from the cold, a layer of goosebumps rose, Murong Yuan took off his robe without saying a word, and put it behind Su Yunchu's back, covering his exposed arms.

Su Yunchu couldn't help but say, "Huaiqing..."

Murong Yuan's silence made her feel a little uneasy, this person is like this, when he is extremely angry, he will not express it so strongly, but is extremely calm...

He thought Murong Yuan was angry with him...

Angry at himself for disregarding what he promised him.

But Murong Yuan gently touched the palm of her injured arm, with such a familiar movement, "Ah Chu, does it still hurt?"

His gentle voice and tolerant tone made Su Yunchu's nose ache. He wanted to say that it didn't hurt, but when he finally said it, for some reason, it turned into a nasal hum.

Murong Yuan sighed helplessly, and hugged her lightly in his arms, "Ah Chu, don't be like this in the future, okay?"

Murong Yuan's tone already had a hint of supplication. He was reluctant to say a single word about her, and he was also reluctant to say a single serious word to her. In the end, all his emotions turned into a voice of supplication. , this prayer made Su Yunchu feel even more heartbroken when he heard it.

However, the heart was broken, and an unspeakable anger rose in her heart, and she broke away from Murong Yuan's embrace. He ignored the wound and asked him sharply, "Murong Yuan, who allowed you to treat me like this?" Speaker!"

How can you speak so humblely?

She had a stubborn look on her face and stared straight at Murong Yuan.

But Murong Yuan just looked at her, pulled him into his arms again, and placed a cool kiss on her forehead, "Because Ah Chu is my wife."

Because you are my wife, I want to give you the most freedom, but I don't want you to suffer any harm.