Liang He did not like Nan Yan, especially since Nan Yan still had secrets. However, Liang He could understand Yan Ling’s feelings. He was very clear about Ling’s feelings for Nan Yan, just like how he treated his subordinates who followed behind him, like brothers, sometimes more like family.
Perhaps it was because he felt the same person, that Liang He started to worry about dealing with Nan Yan’s wounds, and left Yan Ling and the others in the same place. He just informed his subordinates and took Nan Yan away.
Even if Liang He was a clean freak and felt uncomfortable all over, it was still true. He carried Nan Yan all the way to Mu Qingqiu’s clinic. Even she felt that it was really a exceeding one’s expectations to leave her behind.
Not long after Liang He left with Nan Yan, a few people in black arrived again, but this time they were sent by Liang He. The time was about the same, almost the same.
It turned out that Liang He didn’t inform the people under him when he decided to take Nan Yan away. Instead, he asked his subordinates to rush over immediately after the incident.
Yan Ling and the three of them were also anxious. Liang He walked too quickly and didn’t tell them where Nan Yan had taken.
Li Yi and Xiaoruan wanted to ask Yan Ling, but when they saw Ling’s slightly dazed gaze, the two of them couldn’t speak. Thus, the group did not say anything, but followed the carriage all the way forward.
Although Liang He Qingzhu sped all the way, it was very stable. In addition, he had specially paid attention to the wound on Nan Yan’s arm, so even when he arrived at Mu Qingqiu’s clinic, Nan Yan was only slightly pale, so no one could see anything unusual.
Even if it was a Divine Physician, Mu Qingqiu couldn’t see through all the illnesses at a glance. She immediately thought that it was a minor injury, so when she saw Liang He, she didn’t think much about it. She just thought that this person wanted his ID card, so she took him from Liang He’s hand and carried him to the backyard.
Mu Qingqiu seemed to have reached the sixty years of age, but he was hugging a skinny man who had unfolded his body. He did not force him at all, as if he had just stuffed a kitten and puppy into his arms.
Liang looked at Mu Qiu’s back for a while, his eyes revealing a thoughtful look. Then the person has already been delivered. If this can cause the kid to lose his life, then he can really be counted as having done his best.
It was precisely because he was clear about Mu Qingqiu’s ability that Liang He didn’t worry too much. Instead, he clapped his hands and went to the backyard to find some water to wash the blood on his hand.
Although he didn’t have much time to care about it all the way, Liang He was a little ‘free’ at this moment. Seeing the bloodstains on his hands, he felt uncomfortable all over the place.
When they arrived at the house behind them, a faint smell, like the fragrance of flowers, and also like the smell of medicine, did not feel slightly stunned.
The faint, top-quality pine fragrance mixed with the fragrance of Musk could be seen. However, the wood had been dealing with herbs for half a lifetime, but it was clear that there was still crane grass in the gold coloured medicine.
If it was an ordinary physician, it would naturally be a have never even heard of it for this kind of drug method. However, if it were some of the powerful people in the capital city, they might know that this medicine was unique to the Dark Dragon Pavilion.
Because the members of the Dark Dragon Pavilion often carried out assassinations, even if they were physically strong and had never failed, they were still injured in the be unavoidable.
They could stop the bleeding faster, so how would Elder Xiong’s physicians know about this? In addition, because of the extra weight of the crane grass, even if the doctor outside knew it, he could not make it.
Some of the nobles in the capital city had used various means to get some special golden medicine from the Dark Dragon Pavilion to prepare the possible period of want or need. Even if it was useless, it could be considered an alternative show at home.
Mu Qingqiu looked carefully at the young man in black lying on the bed. This child was still young and most of the nobles in the capital had seen before. Mo Fei…
Mu Qingqiu suddenly felt shocked. Was this child actually from the assassin’s organization, the Dark Dragon Pavilion?
However, conjecture was still a guess. At the moment, it was something that Mu Qingqiu should do. Therefore, after a little daze, Wu Qingqiu started to remove the cloth wrapped around Nan Yan’s arm.
As she opened her hands, Mu Qingqiu complained, “Children are still children after all. They use medicine to tactlessly or indiscreetly. Isn’t this a waste?”
The alchemy wood is naturally known, and the effect of stopping blood is extremely good. At the same time, it is not as good as the usual ones that smelt some choking gold coloured medicine. Although the taste of this medicine has a fragrance, it is also quite light.
Mu Qingqiu had just smelled it clearly. To achieve such an effect, he should have sprinkled a small bottle on his wound.
However, when Mu Qingqiu completely removed all the cloth on Nan Yan’s arm and saw the exposed wound, he immediately didn’t think so.
Compared to earlier, Nan Yan’s wound was bleeding non-stop, but it was still faintly seeping out. Because the bloodstains had been treated easily, the wounds were now exposed even more clearly, and white bones could be vaguely seen.
If it wasn’t for the fact that the bottle had to be poured directly, the child would have died from excessive bleeding.
Mu Qingqiu obviously did not expect it to be so serious. When he thought back to the scene where he had just calmed down and blamed his family for wasting medicine, he wanted to slap himself. Her current level of vision was truly not as good as before.
Seeing such a serious wound, Mu Qingqiu was not flustered at all and appeared even more excited. Perhaps physicians usually like to personally pull people back from the ghost doors, so they will probably feel more accomplished.
Nan Yan looked like the wound was no longer bleeding, but in reality, the blood had not really stopped. If it wasn’t solved as soon as possible, there would still be problems.
Mu Qingqiu obviously knew this, so he took out a row of silver needles that he almost carried and started applying acupuncture on Nan Yan.
The person who was just saying that his eyesight was not as good as before was now holding a needle, as if he had a mind. His movements were accurate. The smooth and clean, the appearance of his sleeves and the wind, was probably going to make many people think that he was so far behind that one can only see the dust of the rider ahead.
The movements on Mu Qingqiu’s hand looked very free, but he still knew what it was.
When he finished applying the set of needles, Mu Qingqiu seemed to be a little exhausted. Cold sweat faintly appeared on his forehead and his face was not as serious as usual.