Chapter 104 The Mysterious Wounded Man, His Identity Revealed

Jiang Ning looked at Liu Mingan, who was looking at the strange man with a worried look on his face, lowered his eyes slightly, and said, "You should go to the clinic over there and buy two packs of medicine for external injuries. If there is none, forget it."

Liu Mingan did not doubt him, replied "OK", put down the candlestick and went out.

Only Jiang Ning and the suspicious man were left in the room.

Jiang Ning stopped sewing and stared into his eyes.

This man knew her, or more precisely, the original owner.

She had no memory, and at this time, it was best to remain unchanged in the face of all changes.

The man was also looking at Jiang Ning quietly, with his eyes changing rapidly, showing the owner's complex mood.

"Heh!" After a moment, the man lost his temper first and chuckled: "Miss Nangong, nice to meet you!"

Jiang Ning slowly raised her lips. She no longer had to go to the capital to find someone to buy Wei Fangxiong. What an unexpected gain!

"Is that the man you eloped with?" Seeing that Jiang Ning didn't answer, and that he was dying, his life was in the hands of the two of them. He wanted to flatter her and continued, "He is handsome, elegant, gentle, and has an extraordinary temperament. Miss Nangong has a good eye!" "

But why didn't Miss Nangong go farther away when she eloped?" The man asked in confusion, "Jinzhi City is too close to the capital, and it's easy to meet acquaintances--"

A sharp dagger was pressed against his neck. The man shut up in an instant and looked at the expressionless Jiang Ning with a dim look.

"Stop talking nonsense. From now on, I'll ask you a question and you'll answer it. If you dare to lie, I'll kill you." Jiang Ning threatened coldly, and the knife in her hand moved two inches closer. With just a slight movement, she could cut his neck.

A look of surprise flashed across the man's eyes. He looked at the fierce girl in front of him with suspicion. She seemed to be completely different from the timid person in his memory. Then he heard her ask, "Who am I?"

The man was startled. He didn't expect it to be this question. He stared into Jiang Ning's eyes and found that there was no joking in her.

"Nangong Ling, the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion." He answered, and his mind quickly guessed the possible situation.

"Nangong Ling..." Jiang Ning murmured the name, feeling familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere.

The next moment, Jiang Ning suddenly remembered that in the Pufo Temple in Qushui City, Aunt Lan, who sold osmanthus cakes, had offered the longevity tablet, and on it was this name!

What was the relationship between Aunt Lan, who always had a sad look between her eyebrows and the original owner?

Since they had already asked for a longevity tablet and lit a longevity lamp for Nangong Ling, why didn't they know her?

The man saw that Jiang Ning's eyes were a little hesitant, as if she was thinking about something. His eyes flashed, and he said tentatively: "Miss San, you don't seem to remember me."

Jiang Ning didn't care about his temptation. She wanted to ask the person who knew the original owner to get the answer she wanted, and it would be impossible not to be discovered to be abnormal.

Jiang Ning looked at him calmly and asked, "Who are you?"

"What's wrong with you? Don't you remember anything?" The man seemed to understand something.

As soon as he said this, the man felt a sharp pain in his neck. Although it was negligible compared to the three knife wounds on his abdomen, the meaning was completely different.

"Now I'm asking you." He heard this strange Nangong Ling say this.

"Yuwen Yan."

Jiang Ning raised his eyebrows when he heard the name: "If I remember correctly, there is only one family with the surname Yuwen in the world, right?"

Royal family.

"Yes, I am the sixth prince of Daliang, Prince Xiang Yuwen Yan." Yuwen Yan looked into Jiang Ning's eyes and said.

"So you are a prince."

Jiang Ning was a little surprised, but then she thought about it. The original owner was the daughter of the prime minister's mansion, the daughter of a high-ranking official, and a lady from a noble family. She must not leave the house normally. How could ordinary men see her casually?

As a prince, Yuwen Yan might have seen her at some banquet in the palace.

"Miss San, have you lost your memory?" Although Yuwen Yan asked this, he was already very sure.

Jiang Ning said "um" indifferently and put away the dagger.

While she was talking, Yuwen Yan's wound on his stomach bled again. His face was as pale as paper, and his voice became weaker and weaker. Jiang Ning knew that if she didn't help him stop the bleeding, this man might not survive.

Since this man is useful, he can't be let die.

Jiang Ning picked up the gauze again, dipped it in strong liquor and wiped the wound on Yuwen Yan's abdomen clean. The alcohol stimulated the wound, making him tremble all over.

"Bear it, I'm saving you." Jiang Ning said.

Yuwen Yan was very aware of the situation, and hurriedly said thank you while enduring the pain: "Thank you, Third Miss."

Jiang Ning picked up the needle again, put it on the fire to burn it, and then said: "Don't call me Third Miss in front of that person, I'm Jiang Ning now, remember it."

"Yes, Miss Jiang Ning." Yuwen Yan followed suit.

The next moment, the sharp needle pierced the flesh, and the pain was suddenly intense. Yuwen Yan gritted his teeth and grabbed the bed sheet under him with both hands, almost tearing the bed sheet.

Jiang Ning had never thought that she would be doing this kind of surgical suturing in ancient times. There was no disinfectant alcohol, no operating room, no special surgical needles and threads, and no anesthesia. Just look at how Yuwen Yan was shaking like this and you can tell how painful it was.

But the conditions were limited, so she had to make do with it.

Anyway, it wasn't Liu Mingan who was suffering, so she didn't feel sorry at all.

But Jiang Ning still admired Yuwen Yan. She could imagine how painful it was to sew the flesh and pull the threads, but this noble prince didn't say a word.

It took Jiang Ning nearly a quarter of an hour to sew the three knife wounds.

Yuwen Yan was soaked in cold sweat, and the whole person seemed to be pulled out of the water. He felt that he had been tortured endlessly. When he heard Jiang Ning say "It's done", he loosened his teeth as if he was relieved. There was already a bloody taste in his mouth.

"The wound will heal within half a month, and then you can take the thread out of the flesh. Don't do strenuous exercise these days, don't eat spicy food, and be careful not to touch the water when taking a bath." Jiang Ning was a rare doctor's heart, and she warned seriously.

"Thank you... Miss Jiang Ning." Yuwen Yan was tortured by this, and his breath became weaker. When he said this, his breath was so weak that if Jiang Ning hadn't been close, she wouldn't have known what he was saying.

Seeing that Yuwen Yan was about to pass out due to his injuries, Jiang Ning stood up, poured a glass of water, added a few drops of spiritual spring water, and then opened his mouth to pour it down.

She still had something to ask, why was he dizzy?

The blood lotus space was not what common sense could imagine, and the effect of the spiritual spring water had long been beyond Jiang Ning's cognition.

Sure enough, after drinking this glass of water, Yuwen Yan, who was originally half-dead, visibly recovered some strength, and even his face was not so pale.

"Tell me everything you know about me." Jiang Ning looked down at Yuwen Yan lying on the bed and ordered.

Yuwen Yan looked at Jiang Ning, pulled the corner of his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "Miss Jiang Ning, I'm almost dead, can you ask me tomorrow? Anyway, I can't run away now, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Heh!" Jiang Ning sneered, and the dagger returned to Yuwen Yan's neck: "Don't play any tricks on me, you are just dying now, if you don't tell me, I will kill you immediately!"

Yuwen Yan closed his eyes helplessly, and couldn't understand why the third lady who lost her memory became like this, so inhuman.

"I say, I say..."

Your life is at stake!