The Little Medical Concubine of the God of War

He took off his armor and took a bath.

There have been wars almost every day recently. Every time he comes back, he will first go back to the room and take a shower, remove the blood on his body, wipe off the water drops on his body, and change his clothes to make sure he doesn’t smell of blood anymore. , And then walked to the room where Xu Zhimo lived.

The dark night at Hanling Pass always comes very early, and in just a while, the sky has completely darkened.

The lamp in Xu Zhimo's room has also been palmed, and the light of the candlelight shines through the window, which is very warm in the cold night.

Ji Xiao walked into the room and saw Xu Zhimo sitting on the bed reading at a glance.

The candlelight illuminates the room, and the man on the bed is still white and black, reading the book attentively, but sometimes frowns slightly. He wants to move a bit but he has to give up because of the injury behind his back.

But he still looks like that. Even if the injury on his back is so serious that he can barely get out of bed, he never shows any boredom, or Ji Xiaoyao can't see any emotions in this person. , Gujing has no waves and is extremely plain.

Going to the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled out the book in his hand.

Xu Zhimo raised his head and found the person who came in.

"Why don't you take a good rest? Is the wound on the back still hurting?" Ji Xiaoyao put the book on the small cabinet next to him, staring at the man in front of him with peach blossom eyes.

Xu Zhimo shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt, but it's a bit boring to sit, so I looked for a book."

Ji Xiaoyao was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that in the past few days, he was either killing enemies outside the city or discussing war with these people in the lobby of the General's Mansion. He really got up earlier than a chicken and slept later than a dog.

"Sorry, these few days..." Subconsciously, Ji Xiaoyao felt a trace of guilt for some reason.

There was something flashing in Xu Zhimo's calm and unwavering eyes, and he smiled.

"You are the head coach of Hanling Pass. It is your unshirkable responsibility to kill the enemy in battle. Why do you want to say sorry to me?"

Xu Zhimo's voice was gentle, with his unique fairy air, Ji Xiaoyao couldn't help but think that he was really a fairy.

Ignoring the thought that flashed in his heart and couldn't grasp it quickly, Ji Xiaoyao turned around and fetched ointment and bandages from the side.

"I'll change your dressing."

"Ok."

Even if Xu Zhimo resembles a god, he is not a **** after all. Five or six days have passed. He still can't undress and put on his clothes. The injury on his back does not allow him to do so.

Ji Xiaoyao's slender and beautiful hands gently unbuttoned his shirt. Xu Zhimo's body was as white as him, but it was not as soft as those soft and weak men. On the contrary, It is very powerful.

And at this moment, this arguably perfect body is almost completely wrapped in gauze.

The light one can't take the gauze off his body lightly, for fear of hurting him.

A hideous wound appeared in front of his eyes, and his back, which should have been white and flawless, seemed to have been roasted on a fire, and there was no place to look at it.

Even after so many days, these wounds are still terrifying.

Ji Xiaoyao asked the medical officer whether there would be scars on his back. The medical officer just shook his head, with a bitter face, and did not dare to speak. What should I do if the scars are really left at that time? Will he be angry, will he regret saving him?

"Huh..." A low muffled grunt pulled back Ji Xiaoyao's thoughts, and suddenly realized that he had just accidentally touched his wound in a daze.

"Sorry..." Taken back his thoughts, concentrated on applying medicine, and bandaged his wound. After all this, Ji Xiaoyao sweated out of his forehead.

"Ji Gongzi, there will be no bathing in the next few days."

Suddenly, Xu Zhimo's voice came.

Ji Xiaoyao was stunned again, and slapped his thigh suddenly. How could he forget such an important thing? This man loves being clean, and he doesn't want him to be a rough man. How can he not take a bath for a few days?

But with hindsight, I remembered what the medical officer said, the wound should not be wetted, otherwise it will aggravate, let alone he still can’t move, now it’s impossible for him to take a bath by himself, so he can only be wiped on his body. .

"Wait, I'll call someone to come."

When the words fell, he got up and got out of the bed and went out. Xu Zhimo looked at his back, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes...

Ji Xiaoyao didn't know at all. After he went out, he sent someone to get a pot of hot water and called a few clever and capable young men. As for why he was not called a maid, he guessed that Mr. Xu, who has always been pure-hearted, would not let women. Just look at the body casually.

"Master, are you looking for us?" In Xiaosi's eyes, the person in front of him is still Mo Jinyao, after all, Ji Xiaoyao is wearing a human skin mask.

"Well, you guys... go and help Young Master Xu wipe his body."

"Yes."

"Be careful, Master Xu still has injuries on his body, don't touch them."

"My son, don't worry."

A few small servants were holding hot water and walking towards Xu Zhimo's room with towels, while Ji Xiaoyao just stared at their backs, intently, not knowing what was thinking.

Just when Xiao Si put his hands on Xu Zhimo's door, and when he was about to push it open, Ji Xiaoyao stopped them.

"and many more."

"What is the order of the prince?"

"... Go down, give me the bucket and towel." Ji Xiaoyao held back for a long time before suffocating such a sentence.

The two dirty monks are confused, and don’t know what the prince is crazy about. You are the prince. Even if the house is your savior, you don’t need to be like this. Besides, these things should be their present moment. What are you struggling with when people do it.

A few small servants dared not to think about it, joking, the person in front of them is their master, the master of this Hanling Pass, they will ask if they don't want their lives.

These little servants handed over the things in their hands to Ji Xiaoyao and stepped back.

But Ji Xiaoyao looked at the thing in his hand, and for a while, he didn’t know whether he should go in or not. He didn’t understand why he had to stop those little guys, or why he wanted to go by himself, but subconsciously, he just The thought that several small servants would see Xu Zhimo's body, or even touch Xu Zhimo's body, made him feel frustrated.

But who is Master Ji, he still wants to do this if he feels uncomfortable, is there something wrong with him? So Mr. Ji spoke, and after speaking, he became contradictory. Mr. Ji once again remembered that he hated Bei Di’s people. If it hadn’t been for Bei Di’s people to assassinate him, Xu Zhimo would never have been injured in order to save him. Blame her for fooling herself in the first place, let alone a person in the middle of the night holding a basin outside the door annoyed whether to go in or not.

Ji Gongzi only thought of this for the time being. As for why he felt so troubled when he saw the young man holding water to wipe Xu Zhimo's body, Ji Gongzi chose to ignore it automatically.