"An unexpected disaster."
After saying that, without even looking at the expressions of Qin Su and her servant, she turned around and went out to boil water.
"Too arrogant, both master and servant are annoying..." Tingyu glared at Hanshuang's back, muttering to herself as she busily cleaned the surrounding purplish wounds with medicine.
Qin Su glanced at it a few times, "I'll clean it, you go prepare the medicine."
As he spoke, he grabbed Tingyu by the collar and threw her aside, then picked up a cotton cloth and began to carefully wipe her.
Tingyu pouted; he was the doctor...
"Once the blood returns to normal, remove all the discolored, necrotic tissue around the wound to help it heal... It shouldn't hurt anymore, the poisoned wound is already numb."
Sensing the chill emanating from the young master, Tingyu swallowed hard. After giving all the necessary instructions, she reluctantly went to prepare the medicine. Although she had taken the antidote pill, a medicinal bath was necessary to completely eradicate the poison.
At this moment, only Qin Su, who was carefully cleaning his wounds, and Mo Lan, who was completely unaware of what was happening, remained in the room.
Qin Su cleaned the wound repeatedly until the blood flowed out was normal in color. Only then did she put down the medicine, pick up a stack of fine cotton cloths again, and gently clean the wound that had been soaked in venom.
"You're supposed to be a cold-blooded and ruthless woman, what's gotten into you today? If I didn't know your character, I'd really think you were interested in me..."
He actually believed more the word "mistake" that Mo Lan said before she fell into a coma, but no matter what, she was injured because of him, and he was indebted to her.
The woman, who was usually so arrogant, was now lying lifeless in front of him. Qin Su felt extremely complicated. Perhaps he was used to her arguing with him, and he couldn't accept her sudden silence for a while.
Thinking about this, Qin Su couldn't help but shake his head, feeling that there was something wrong with his mindset.
As Mo Lan soaked in the medicinal bath, Qin Su stood outside the door. A gust of cold wind instantly sobered him up. "Number One, take your men out and wipe out the lair. Leave no one alive."
“Yes,”
After a barely perceptible sound, the silence returned, leaving only the lingering smell of blood and the chilling wind.
"Young Master, all those who infiltrated have been dealt with." Wu Feng walked over softly and bowed to report.
“Very good. I have already ordered Number One to surround and wipe out the rest. Cut them off at the source. No matter how many of them come this time, they must all be captured.”
In the quiet of the night, Qin Su's tone was low and cold.
His troubles are not so easy to find.
Hearing his master's tone, Wu Feng was surprised but also understanding. He had just learned that Miss Mo Lan was injured, and it was because of his master.
I've faced countless assassination attempts before, big and small, but I've never seen my master so enraged.
Number One is the master's personal shadow guard, commanding twenty elite assassins. The cold-blooded summons was made by him; each one is a top-tier expert. They rarely appear under normal circumstances, so the fact that the master has sent them out shows that Miss Mo Lan's injury has thoroughly enraged him.
"Young Master, how is Miss Mo Lan's injury?"
"I'm taking a medicinal bath."
"Young Master, there's no need to worry too much. With Tingyu here, there won't be any problems," Wufeng said, glancing at the closed door.
"Send a message to Piaoxue to investigate the Song family's recent activities, and also send a generous gift to the King."
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will immediately send a message to the Snowflakes." Sure enough, the master was furious.
Gazing at the few scattered stars in the night sky, Qin Su stood with his hands behind his back, and the topic of Mo Lan unconsciously came to mind.
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