The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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At this time, Yan Yan and the black man were at the end of the strong.

But what makes the black clothes feel desperate is that this seemingly weak woman, whose face is pale under the leaked moonlight, still refuses to fall, that is tough, even the man who killed him many people can not help but Admired for it.

"Who are you?" In the middle of the battle, the black man first opened. He thought that an ordinary woman could never have such willpower. He suspected that Yan Yan was the killer of a noble person hidden in the palace.

Yan Yan silently said that she was not willing to answer, but she was afraid that she would speak, and the weak voice would reveal that she had no counterattack force.

The black man saw that Yan Yan did not answer, thinking that she was shaken and continued: "No matter who you are, it is a disaster to keep the Nine Emperors."

Yan Yan suddenly felt that this black man is not a real killer. She didn't know if every killer had the level of Su Fu, and she didn't know if she was as silent as he was, but she suddenly remembered many clues. For example, since the two killers have the ability to break into the forbidden palace of the heavy guards, the level should be quite high, but since playing against her, it has been flat, especially the murderous, not enough for a killer.

She still remembers that on the banks of the Pingjiang River, the one that Su Fu looked back, it was full of cold, that is the real killer of life, and these two people... guessing, most of them are in the ban The guards were ordered by someone to kill Li Zhi.

So, who is the person who wants to kill Li Zhi? Li Tai is still Li Wei?

These thoughts quickly passed their minds, and Yan Yan took a deep breath and stabilized his voice along the lie of Wu Mei Niang, saying: "Before you can get something, Li Zhi can't die."

What is more important than Li Zhi’s life? The black man feels that his strength is getting worse and worse, and it is almost impossible to stand still. The heart is jumping wildly for no reason. I don’t know if I took my own medicine, or because I have two poisons.

The condition of Yan Yan is worse than that of the black man. Her poison is pervasive. It can produce effects from both breathing and blood. She has many wounds at the moment, and the poison intrusion is many times faster, and the excessive bleeding makes her start to lack. Oxygen, the brain fainted. For a moment, the cold sweat on the forehead has gathered into drops and slipped down the cheeks.

The two people talked, in fact, the purpose of persuading each other is still second, mainly because they want to have a chance to breathe.

The two conversations were fruitless, and the black man violently launched an attack, which pointed directly at the neck of Yan Yan. Yan Yan slashed her knife, but her strength was not enough. Her blade slammed against her throat. She was forced to retreat a few steps and slammed into the wall.

If the back is not a wall, she can still lean back to escape the robbery, but in this case, the neck is stuck, the black man also guards against the smashing of the grandson's legs, and uses one leg to hold her lower body. I can't avoid it, and if nothing happens, she will be cut off by her own blade.

In a flash, a lot of pictures flashed in Yan Yan’s mind, and eventually the whole body was removed, and both hands fell down weakly.

However, the black man did not care about it. He carefully looked at the neck of Yan Yan and painted his own knife ridge. It has been embedded in the skin and his blood is blurred.

The black man took off her knife and threw it away, removed the restraint on her, and watched her slowly slide down the wall, and the knife was ready to cut her head.

Suddenly, when Yan Yan was halfway through, she slammed like a black man rushing, and the poison needle in her hand pierced the wound in his waist. Yan Yan’s place of this thorn is not essential, but she is afraid that as before, there is clothing to stop, can not reach the depths, pierced from the broken wound, the most insurance!

The black man snorted and raised the knife that had been cut on the back of the face, but he knew that the woman suddenly bent down, not for the sake of surprise, but to protect the key. This knife was cut, not fatal at all. It was changed to a thorn.

Just when the knife-tip thorn had just touched the skin of the left back skin of Yan Yan, only one sound of breaking wind was heard. A feather arrow pierced his wrist with the power of broken gold cracked stone.

The black man has a shackle, but the knife in his hand is not loose. Just as he prepares for the afterburner, it is followed by a feather arrow. It is more powerful than the power, as if he is approaching with the sound of the roaring tiger, he only feels himself. A cold, a bright red in the mind.

That feather arrow is actually alive from the Yang point!

Xiao Yu’s wind rushed in with a knife and walked in. He didn’t want to slash the knife and cut the head of the man. He lost his knife and caught it.

"A Yan." Xiao Yu looked at her wounds and saw her cracks. If it is not for saving people, he hates to turn back and smash the two black men into meat.

Wu Mei Niang has never fainted, but the place where she is located is close to the place where Yan Yan is going to take medicine. After a violent exercise of the ropes, the potency has already reached its peak, and it is impossible to make a little effort. In the gaze, she saw a handsome man in a red official uniform squatting out, and then many people ran in. Someone was yelling "Nine Emperors" and she fainted.

Outside the house, Liu Qingsong rushed over the medicine box and saw a **** person in Xiao Yu’s arms. He said, “Quick, hug to the nearby temple.”

Xiao Yu did not speak, tightly licking his lips, a handsome face was so dark and without any expression, but his feet quickly and steadily brought Yan Yan to the nearest wing. Liu Qingsong immediately followed.

"Go out all." Liu Qing Songdao.

"I am outside, I need to say something." Xiao Yu did not talk nonsense, turned over and said that he turned and went out.

Standing in the outer room, he stared at the stains on his clothes. He couldn't feel what he felt. He only felt that the brain was dull and it was a squeaky voice.

He tried to find a trace of reason and told the guards who came over, "to make people prepare water and clean cloth."

The nearby palaces and the servants fled the wind, and the guards had to go to the water to find the cloth.

There was no hot water, and after a while the guards raised a few buckets of clean water and hugged a white stack of cloth.

Xiao Yu sent two buckets of water into it, and tore the white stack of cloth into **** wide and passed in.

"Kiuro, you know what kind of poison is on the body of Jiuyi?" Liu Qingsong suddenly asked.

Xiao Yu naturally knows that he not only knows, but he also used the poison to get rid of it. Yan Yan once said that it is a collection of her greatness, colorless, and easy to volatilize, there will be no evidence.

"She should take medicine on her body." Xiao Yu said.

Liu Qingsong turned over in two sleeves and found out that a paper bag had been soaked in blood. Fortunately, the medicinal wax inside was sealed and was not affected.

Xiao Yu stood outside and stared at the shadow of the thin gauze.

Liu Qingsong cleaned the body with a cloth dipped in water, and then removed the disinfectant to rinse the wounds one by one. He inspected all the wounds, and his heart was overjoyed. The injured areas were concentrated in the limbs. There were four bruises in the front chest and abdomen, and no internal organs were injured.

Liu Qingsong first cleaned and examined the wounds on the neck of Yan Yan, and then washed the sutures in important places in turn, and wrapped them up.

When he wrapped his thigh wound, he lifted his face slightly, but found that the bed was full of blood, but it did not flow out of her legs!

Liu Qingsong was shocked and quickly turned over Yan Yan, and he got a shocking wound behind his eyes.

This knife is the black man who has slashed his feet and cut it down. It is so deep that she can clearly see her spine! Liu Qingsong rushed to disinfect and clean up. When the disinfectant was poured, Liu Qingsong’s heart gradually sank. Such a deep wound, when disinfecting, certainly hurts, but she did not even have physical conditioning for pain!

Liu Qingsong was stained with medicine and his hands and feet were cleaned up.

Outside, Xiao Yu still stands like a statue, and the sweat on his body drops, and the floor where he is standing has been wet.

The house was so intimidating that only Liu Qingsong’s clothes were smashed, and the sound of bottles and cans was occasionally encountered.

"Kuro Lang! Kuro Lang!" Liu Qingsong hurried.

Xiao Yu took out the already stiff legs, a sly, and walked into the couch. When he saw that Yan Yan was wrapped up in a place that was not well-prepared, the heart was abruptly stabbed.

"You still remember how to breathe, fast, help her breath!" Liu Qing Songdao.

Xiao Yu controlled his emotions. He understood that now is not sad, heartache, immediately responded, slightly raised the head of Yan Yan, helping her artificial respiration.

Liu Qingsong gave her a cardiopulmonary resuscitation massage.

This is the only time Xiao Yu has not brought any kisses, but every time, it is incomparable.

Repeated and repeated actions, I do not know how long it lasted, Yan Yan was able to breathe spontaneously.

At this time, the East is already white.

The rebellion in the palace has also been controlled, and the drums sounded as usual. The official and the woman were stranded in the palace for a night, and they continued to return to the government. A child of Yan Yan did not see her mother, she was tired and she was already asleep. Temporarily placed in a nearby temple, guarded by guards.

There were many wounded people in the palace. The doctors of the medical department were too busy to pay. When Li Shimin learned that Yan Yan had saved Li Zhi, he was still alive and dead. He immediately summoned several doctors with the highest medical skills and personally led them to the temple.

"Kuro, you have to be mentally prepared..."

In the partial hall, Liu Qingsong slowed down.

"Say." Xiao Yu hoarse and looked at him fixedly.

Liu Qingsong did not dare to look directly at his gaze, and bowed his head: "Nine sly... Her spine is injured, and now life and death are unpredictable. Even if she wakes up, maybe, the lower body may lose consciousness."

Will be jealous. Liu Qingsong’s words are stuck in his throat, and he can’t say no. He grew up with Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu is what temperament, he knows very well. This fact is even difficult for him to accept, let alone Xiao Yu?

"As long as she lives." Xiao Yu's voice slammed, as if to say something, slightly moving his lips, but he did not make a sound.

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