Chapter 122

"You're hurt!"

Xiao Ziyi exclaimed and saw that Yang Xuan's back was red, and all his clothes were soaked with blood!

"A little injury, nothing..."

Before Yang Xuan finished speaking, Xiao Ziyi said in a deep voice, "sit still!"

Then quickly turn out alcohol, gauze, tape and other gadgets from your carry on bag.

This made Yang Xuanmu stare. "Other girls have cosmetics in their bags. How do you bring these things?"

"Don't move around!"

Xiao Ziyi carefully cut Yang Xuan's back clothes with small scissors and said, "as I said before, I'm boring. I usually have a hobby. I like to go out for a stroll, look at the mountains and water. I'm prepared with these things in my bag."

Yang Xuan smashed her mouth. He felt that he could get along with Xiao Ziyi. He must not treat her as an ordinary girl.

"I'll start cleaning your wound with alcohol now. It'll hurt a little. You can bear it."

Xiao Ziyi cut the clothes on Yang Xuan's back and saw that the back was full of horizontal wounds and bleeding.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

As soon as the alcohol touched his back, Yang Xuan cried out in pain, "pain!"

Xiao Ziyi hurriedly stopped the action in her hand and said anxiously, "what should I do? I don't bring painkillers. Why don't you bite your teeth and bear it for a while."

"No, no!"

Yang Xuan shook his head like a rattle, "how can I bear such pain? I'll die of pain before the wound is wrapped up."

Xiao Ziyi gently shook her lips, "but if the wound is not cleaned, it will be infected. If you are so badly hurt, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Then I have to find a way."

Yang Xuan pretended to meditate and suddenly said, "have you ever heard of a method called mental anesthesia?"

"Mental anesthesia?"

Xiao Ziyi tried to collect the knowledge stored in her brain, but she still couldn't find any trace related to the word.

Yang Xuan said, "it's very simple. It's to make the subject have spiritual pleasure, so as to reduce the pain of the subject."

Even Xiao Ziyi, a smart little head, felt confused about this sentence, "how can you be mentally happy?"

"You call me husband." Yang xuandao.

"Get out!"

Xiao Ziyi frowned in an instant, "when is it? You're still taking advantage of me here. Why didn't you hurt your mouth just now!"

"No!"

Yang Xuan quickly explained, "I mean seriously. As long as you call me husband, my spirit will produce strong pleasure, so as to reduce the pain and achieve the effect of mental anesthesia."

After that, he made a look of injustice, "I just risked my life to save you. All the injuries are for you. You won't just watch me die."

"But..."

Xiao Ziyi opened her mouth slightly, but she didn't know what to say. After pondering for a while, she seemed to have made a great determination. She blushed and whispered, "husband, I'll start cleaning your wound now. You can bear it."

"Ah!"

Yang Xuan gave a happy reply and said with a smile, "thank you, my good daughter-in-law. You do it. Although you toss, your husband is strong!"

Hearing this ambiguous sentence, Xiao Ziyi's pretty face turned red to the root of his neck.

But it seemed to work. The guy didn't even say a word when he washed the wound with alcohol.

After receiving professional training in first aid, she was particularly skilled in her movements, but soon found a problem. The area of injury on Yang Xuan's back was too large. It would not work just with gauze. She also needed something to stop bleeding.

But where can I find something to stop bleeding?

"Just when I saw you looking through your bag, I seemed to see some aunt towels in it. Make do with it."

Yang Xuan felt the movement of his back suddenly stop and guessed the reason.

Xiao Ziyi was stunned. His face, which had just recovered, was blushing again. "Is this... OK?"

"Why not? That thing is actually just a relatively large band aid, which is used to stop bleeding." Yang Xuan said carelessly.

A bigger band aid?

Xiao Ziyi was stunned and immediately happy. I don't know how long this guy's brain circuit is. He even made this ironic metaphor.

But it sounds particularly reasonable.

With the help of several large "band aids" and Xiao Ziyi's skillful technique, Yang Xuan's back was quickly wrapped up.

"Yes, this technology can catch up with the field doctor."

Yang Xuan moved his arm and was very satisfied with Xiao Ziyi's dressing technique.

"Field doctor? You used to be a soldier?" Asked Xiao Ziyi.

Yang Xuan was stunned. Then he realized that he had slipped his tongue. He hurriedly said with a perfunctory smile, "it's just an analogy. I saw those war doctors on TV very good."

Although the injury looked very serious, it didn't hurt the bone. After resting in place for a while, Yang Xuan completely recovered.

"Have you had a good rest? Go down the mountain early."

Xiao Ziyi looked around. After such a toss, the sky had gradually darkened and said, "I didn't expect to meet the boar king in this place. If we drill another one later, we won't want to go down the mountain."

"What's wrong with that?"

Yang Xuan stood up, patted the dust on his body and said with a smile, "it's a blessing to die with his daughter-in-law and be a pair of ghost mandarin ducks."

"Shut up!"

Xiao Ziyi stared and said, "I'm anxious to talk about it later!"

They went down the mountain road. After a few steps, Yang Xuan suddenly thought of something and said, "wait here for me. I forgot something."

Then he trotted back the same way.

Xiao Ziyi stood there wondering what this guy was doing.

Before long, Yang Xuan ran back with a smile and said, "let's go down the mountain."

Xiao Ziyi: "what did you just do?"

Yang Xuan: "keep it secret!"

Xiao Ziyi: "...."

When they returned to the foot of the mountain, it was completely dark. Looking up at the top of the mountain, they could only see a vague outline.

Yang Xuan found a spare T-shirt from the trunk, put it on, opened the door and started the car.

This path is quiet and deep. It is usually uninhabited during the day, let alone at night. Driving in such an environment has a different flavor.

It is no longer necessary to hide the refitting of the car from Xiao Ziyi. Yang Xuan starts the refitting system. The small Polo is particularly stable on the rugged path, just like driving on the flat ground.

"Wife, I want to discuss something with you." Yang Xuan suddenly said.