Chapter 30 Be Gentle
"Be a fool?" Qiao Wanyan's delicate eyebrows slightly twisted, "No, I don't want to become the same person as Jiang Qiyun."
Jiang Qiyun: “???????”
He let out a long breath and thought, forget it, he won't bother with such a confused person.
"Hey, can you get up now? You need to pull out the arrow in your shoulder first? Otherwise you won't see the sun tomorrow."
Qiao Wanyan half-closed her eyes and had no strength. Her clothes were still wet, except for the part near the fire which had dried. But even so, she didn't feel cold. Instead, her whole body was burning hot and her head was dizzy.
"What if it's cloudy tomorrow?"
She paused and said, "It hurts. It hurts so much."
Jiang Qiyun was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he saw Qiao Wanyan so delicate. Her tone was light and had a hint of coquettishness. Her coquettish look was like a breeze blowing through his heart. An indescribable feeling filled his mind.
Jiang Qiyun closed his eyes and accepted his fate. Never mind. He was going to be burned into a fool. If he didn't take care of it, he would become a corpse.
"I carry golden wound medicine on me all year round. I'll help you pull out the arrow. Can you just bear with it?"
Qiao Wanyan responded, "Be gentle."
Jiang Qiyun's ears turned red, and he inexplicably recalled the time when he went to play with his good friend, but he heard unspeakable noises inside his study door, and a woman said "be gentle" in a half-hearted way.
He slapped his forehead suddenly. What was he thinking about?
Jiang Qiyun took a deep breath and looked at the feather arrow on her shoulder with some hesitation, but at the critical moment of life and death, he still gritted his teeth and took off her clothes bit by bit, revealing her delicate and white shoulders and neck.
The wound had started to swell and become inflamed. Jiang Qiyun gritted his teeth, grasped the feather arrow and pulled it out.
In just a moment, Qiao Wanyan took a breath of cold air, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her face turned pale. Her lips, which were already a little pale, now had no color at all.
The intense pain made Qiao Wanyan more conscious, and Jiang Qiyun's face looked a little ugly.
"It's a barbed arrow." He glanced at Qiao Wanyan and felt a little panicked.
Removing the barbed arrow would be too painful even for a middle-aged man, let alone a pampered and delicate young lady like Qiao Wanyan, who would probably faint from the pain.
Qiao Wanyan clenched her hands tightly, not even noticing that her nails were digging into her flesh.
If she didn't pull out the arrow, she would definitely collapse. She had finally come this far, how could she die in this wilderness?
Qiao Wanyan's expression was firm, but her words lacked momentum. "Just knock me out, and then you can help me pull out the arrow, okay?"
Jiang Qiyun said, "No, if you faint and wake up from the severe pain, it will trigger a violent reaction in your body and make the situation worse. I will open up the wound a little bit, just bear with it."
Qiao Wanyan closed her eyes, remained silent for a moment, and finally uttered one word, "Okay."
Jiang Qiyun took out the dagger and roasted it over the fire. After it cooled down, he carefully scratched the wound to enlarge it so that the arrow could be pulled out more easily.
While cutting the wound, he glanced at Qiao Wanyan and saw that she was biting her lips tightly. Her lips, which were originally as pale as paper, began to swell with blood and turned a bright color.
"Just yell it out, and stop biting."
Just as Jiang Qiyun finished speaking, he heard a tragic voice.
He was stunned for a moment, listening to the sound that was even more harsh than the sound of a pig being slaughtered during the New Year. He was extremely shocked in his heart. Was this coming from her mouth?
He quickly pulled out the arrow and saw that the barbed arrow had been stained red and the wound was bloody. Qiao Wanyan had fainted from the pain.
Jiang Qiyun applied the golden wound medicine on her, and then tore off a piece of dried cloth from his own clothes to bandage her body, but he still didn't dare to relax.
He carefully stretched out his fingers to feel her breath, and after feeling the faint breath, he seemed to have made up his mind. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and poured out a pill from it.
This was the gift his grandfather gave him when he was born. It was the Guiyuan Pill that the head of the Imperial Hospital, who had returned to his hometown to retire, had spent his entire life to make.
There are only two in total, one is still sealed in the Imperial Hospital, and the other was given to me by my grandfather.
Just one pill can give a dying person a second chance to survive, but whether he can survive depends on the patient himself.
Qiao Wanyan fell into a deep sleep, her shoulders exposed but blood oozing from the bandages on her wounds, like a delicate flower ravaged by wind and rain, about to fall.
Her long hair spread on the wooden board. Her originally ethereal appearance now looked sickly and listless, with a strong sense of brokenness, weak and harmless.
Jiang Qiyun felt a little distressed, but seeing Qiao Wanyan fainting, he still fed her the Guiyuan Pill.
"You are such a shameless woman."
Qiao Wanyan's clothes were still wet, but Jiang Qiyun did not dare to change her clothes. He just lit a few more fires above her head, under her feet, and on both sides of her body, trying to make her feel as warm as possible.
The bed in this shabby little thatched house had already collapsed. He picked out a few wooden boards and placed them on the ground. Now Qiao Wanyan was lying on the boards, surrounded by fire.
Jiang Qiyun fell to the ground without any strength at this moment, looked at Qiao Wanyan surrounded by the fire, and pursed his lips.
To put it nicely, she's like a goddess who's about to be sacrificed.
To put it bluntly, I always feel like she is going to be cremated.
In the middle of the night, Qiao Wanyan woke up.
As soon as I woke up, I felt a piercing pain. The slightest movement would cause the pain to come like a tide.
Qiao Wanyan dared not move. She was experiencing such pain because of Qiao Yihuan.
She was careless as she never expected that Qiao Yihuan did not go over to shield the prince from the arrow as in the script, but instead pushed herself out.
She never waits overnight to take revenge, but this time, she really has to wait overnight.
"Jiang Qiyun?" she called out.
Jiang Qiyun didn't know if he fell from such a high cliff. He was not a delicate person, but at the moment he was curled up on the wooden board, unable to fall asleep. With his eyes closed, all he could hear in his mind was the pig-slaughtering cry of Qiao Wanyan when she was treating her wounds.
She used to be such a hypocritical and arrogant person who flattered the powerful and looked down on the weak, but this was the first time he saw her lively side.
It always feels strange, so strange.
It was like seeing her in her true form for the first time.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Qiyun opened his eyes and asked unhappily.
"I'm thirsty."
Jiang Qiyun sat up and responded to the bossy tone, "Why are you so fussy?"
Qiao Wanyan was not an utterly stupid person. She knew that a man of insight was a wise man, so she naturally did not fight back like she had done before.
"Please."
Jiang Qiyun choked up a little, and stood up with an impatient look on his face, "This is so troublesome!"
Although he said this, he still went out to fetch water from the river.
A moment later, he returned with a broken bowl of water and slowly and carefully helped her up.
Qiao Wanyan drank up all the water in the bowl, then said slowly: "You are so slow in fetching water, are you a snail spirit?"
Jiang Qiyun was stunned: “???????”
"Are you a master of face-changing?"
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