Chapter 238
The person behind him was silent for a few moments, and finally dismounted, stretched out his hand towards her and said, "The mountains and forests at night are dangerous. I know there is a cave nearby. Go there and take shelter."
This is the deepest part of the paddock, a place where few people come even during the day. There are many wild animals. Considering that the girl's family is timid and afraid of scaring people, he did not say anything clearly.
Chen Zishu was standing on the right, but Wei Hanzhang stretched out his left hand to touch her. He paused slightly, and when he helped her dismount, he noticed the strong smell of blood on her body.
In the dark night, he couldn't find out where she was injured, but his steps subconsciously became urgent, and he bent her down and walked her into a cave with a narrow entrance.
Wei Hanzhang was dizzy, frightened and running all the way, and his wounds were painful. He reluctantly followed a few steps, and when he got to the back, he was almost holding him in his arms and helping him walk.
The late autumn night was already cold, especially in this mountain forest. It was not until the bright fire was lit that she recovered from the coldness caused by excessive blood loss.
The entrance was blocked by Chen Zishu with several bundles of branches, and the cave became increasingly warm.
She sniffed, and her right arm was held, and she immediately trembled in pain.
Chen Zishu subconsciously let go: "The girl was injured, why didn't you tell me?"
Wei Hanzhang didn't speak. He lowered his head to look at his wound. There was no fresh blood coming out, but his torn arm still looked scary.
The sleeves were soaked with blood and stuck to the flesh...
A delicate little girl, who had never suffered like this, yet she did not cry or howl. She encountered wounds many times while running away without even a cry of pain.
Chen Zishu took a deep breath, apologized, held her arm again, and gently tore open the clothes that were close to the skin, revealing a four-finger-wide wound completely.
He took the water bag taken off the horse, poured some water to soak the handkerchief, and carefully cleaned the area around the wound, but no matter how careful he was, she couldn't help but tremble in pain.
"Be patient, wounds scratched by sharp blades are prone to suppuration if not bandaged properly." He took out a jade bottle from his arms, opened it, sprinkled the powder inside onto the affected area, and finally wrapped it carefully for her with a handkerchief.
After everything was done, when he looked up again, he saw the pale face of the girl in front of him, dripping with cold sweat, and her eyes seemed to be filled with a pool of spring water, soaking her eyelashes.
... Wei Hanzhang was so painful that he wanted to cry.
It can be seen that when he looked over, she still restrained herself subconsciously. The moment she met his eyes, she was stunned for a moment and hesitated: "Are you injured too?"
It's true that his face doesn't look very good either.
Chen Zishu lowered his eyes to avoid her gaze, hummed slightly and said, "It's a small injury, it's not a problem."
"How come it's not in the way? Didn't you say that wounds scratched by sharp blades will easily fester if not bandaged properly?" Wei Hanzhang frowned slightly and looked him up and down, "Where exactly were you injured?"
Chen Zishu said, "You don't have to worry about me."
Thinking that he was still worried about such an extremely pedantic thing as reputation, Wei Hanzhang couldn't help but said angrily: "You are a close minister of His Highness. Don't you know what kind of person he is? When the matter is urgent, you protect my life. He I won’t blame you. Is reputation more important than life?”
"I'm afraid there will be danger later. If you fall, who will protect me?"
In the first words, his expression was calm, but it was not until the next sentence that he hesitated and said: "You want to bandage me?"
"..." Wei Hanzhang was silent and subconsciously looked at his waist and abdomen. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no wounds: "Why not?"
Chen Zishu was quiet for a few breaths, then as if he had made up his mind, he put his fingers on his girdle and untied it...
Wei Hanzhang was startled and hid back, saying repeatedly: "What are you doing? Where is your wound?"
Why did you take off your clothes?
Chen Zishu stopped, raised his eyes and looked over, saying: "Back."
Wei Hanzhang's eyes widened: "..." He was speechless. The words of regret were already in his throat, but he could see the man's calm and pale face, but he couldn't say anything.
He tried his best along the way, and the injury was to protect her. Wei Hanzhang moved his lips and said with difficulty: "...let me take a look at the wound."
Hearing this, Chen Zishu did not continue taking off his clothes.
"Does it hurt?" Wei Hanzhang frowned and leaned behind him.
There were indeed two stab wounds on his back that were so deep that the bones were visible. The bloody flesh and blood were stuck together with the torn clothes, which was more terrifying than the wounds on her arms.
Her heart trembled, and it hurt to look at it.
There was chaos when they broke through, and the man's demeanor and movements were not obvious at all, so she didn't even know when he was injured.
She was silent for a few moments and then said: "My hands are injured and I don't have the strength to tear your clothes apart. You can take them off yourself and I will give you medicine."
Chen Zishu focused his eyes on the overlapping shadows of the two people on the mountain wall, and hummed slightly, but his hands still did not move.
Wei Hanzhang waited and waited, and urged him again, almost wanting to take action directly.
What's so pretentious? It really is.
Finally, the man moved.
As if the injury was not her own, she moved carelessly, and the clothes that were stuck to the flesh and blood were torn apart with such force that Wei Hanzhang could not stand it anymore. She hurriedly stopped, "Forget it, forget it, I'm here, don't move."
Carefully removing his clothes from the wound, the two bone-deep knife wounds on his back were clearly exposed.
She was told to take a deep breath subconsciously.
His voice was trembling: "Don't you feel any pain?"
Chen Zishu clenched his hands unconsciously, tried hard to ignore the sight on his back, and said nothing.
Wei Hanzhang moved quickly, imitating the steps he took to treat his own wound. First, he used a handkerchief dipped in water to clean his wound, then evenly sprinkled it with medicinal powder, and finally stopped at the last step.
The wound is too big and the bandage is not enough to cover it...
She hesitated for a while, then stretched out her hand to push the person in front of her: "Hey, think about it, what can I use to bandage it?"
"..." Chen Zishu seemed to be suffering from paralysis. His reaction was extremely slow. After several breaths, it was not until Wei Hanzhang couldn't help but want to urge him a few more words that he raised his hand and tore off the soft tissue from his body. lining and passed it behind me.
After Wei Hanzhang took it, he finally thought of something, and the movement about to bandage it also stopped.
The wound is on his back. To bandage it, it must be wrapped around his chest...
Sensing her concerns, Chen Zishu said: "It's enough to sprinkle gold trauma powder on the wound. It'll be fine without bandaging."
Wei Hanzhang was a little hesitant. At this point, if he didn't bandage it, it would be a failure.
But if he really needed to be bandaged, even if she didn't roll into his arms, it would still be too intimate.
A jealous figure flashed through my mind.
If that person knew about her... I don't know how angry he would be.
But where is that person!
It's been so long since she was attacked. The prince and daughter-in-law were almost killed. Where were the others?
