Chapter 188 Xiao Yue'er, be gentle...
In the kitchen, Lan Xiyue stared at the floating mall interface and said, "Exchange for ingredients for ice and plum juice."
As soon as he finished speaking, the system's voice sounded: "Ding Dong, redemption successful, 200 points deducted, the host has 5,000 points left."
I have earned a lot of points these days, but there are not many left. Five thousand is good enough. A lot of them were swallowed up by the system, and the rest were exchanged for instant noodles.
Also, the strange old man has not responded these days, and Lan Xiyue is very worried. And his brother, brother, wait a minute, I will treat your legs when I get back.
After lighting the firewood, Lan Xiyue began to boil the sour plum juice. After half an hour, the sour plum juice was finally boiled to the perfect consistency. Lan Xiyue scooped it into a basin and let it cool naturally.
Then, she put some ice cubes in it, and Lan Xiyue filled a bowl to taste.
The sour plum soup is icy cool, with the right balance of sweet and sour. It instantly dispels the heat from the body and makes people feel refreshed.
She nodded with satisfaction and called softly, "Chuchun, Chuxia, come in."
Chuxia and Chuchun rushed in upon hearing the noise. When they saw the sour plum soup on the table, Chuxia couldn't help but exclaimed, "Wow, miss, this is sour plum soup?" Huilong County is now in a state of disrepair. Where did the miss get the ingredients?
However, the two girls were tactful and didn't ask any more questions.
Lan Xiyue wiped the sweat from her forehead and scooped a large bowl of sour plum soup. "Well, these, one bowl each for you and An Yi and the others." After she finished speaking, Lan Xiyue walked out with the sour plum soup.
When I walked into the lobby, it was empty. The gold, silver and jewelry had been taken away by Tianyi and other secret guards.
Mo Liyuan was sitting there quietly. Lan Xiyue walked over, placed the sour plum soup on the tea table beside him, took a small bowl and filled it up, then handed it to him, "Come, try the iced sour plum soup I made myself. It will quench your thirst."
Mo Liyuan took the sour plum soup, took a sip, and said, "Hmm, not bad." He drank the whole bowl in a few gulps, and then filled another bowl.
Lan Xiyue started her scoring mode again, saying that she would drink sour plum soup when she was thirsty.
After earning a thousand points, she now has a total of six thousand points. After a simple dinner, Lan Xiyue took a shower and changed her clothes, then blew out the candle early and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, a figure broke into Lan Xiyue's room like a ghost.
Lan Xiyue suddenly opened her eyes, a sharp gleam in her eyes. She jumped off the bed and quickly picked up the coat beside her and put it on.
Just as she was about to attack, a weak and familiar voice rang out: "Xiao Yue'er."
Lan Xiyue paused and asked doubtfully, "Dongfang Ming?"
Dongfang Ming staggered to the table and sat down. "Xiao Yue'er is really alert. If I had spoken a little later, I'm afraid I would have to lie down now."
Lan Xiyue walked over and quickly lit the candle on the table.
The flickering candlelight illuminated Dongfang Ming's face, which was as pale as paper, and the blood that was still oozing from his chest.
Lan Xiyue's brows were furrowed. "How did you get hurt so badly? Who hurt you?"
Dongfang Ming forced a smile and said, "Xiao Yue'er, are you angry that I disturbed you so late?"
Lan Xiyue glared at him unhappily, "Stop laughing, it's uglier than crying. You're so badly injured, and you're still in the mood to joke?"
Lan Xiyue walked to the bed, carried him on her back, fiddled with it for a while, then came over carrying a bulging bag.
In the bundle were silver needles, medicinal herbs and other healing items that she had taken out from the space.
"Bear with it, I'll clean your wound first."
Lan Xiyue unbuttoned Dongfang Ming's clothes, revealing the hideous wound, and cleaned his wound. Lan Xiyue took out the night pearl and shone it on his wound.
Lan Xiyue held a sharp scalpel in her hand. She glanced at Dongfang Ming and said in a cold voice, "Bear with it."
Dongfang Ming's face was pale, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. He swallowed hard, his eyes filled with a hint of ridicule: "Well, Xiao Yue'er, you see I'm already so pitiful, and you're going to stab me again?"
Lan Xiyue didn't stop moving her hands when she heard that, but her eyes became sharper. "Just shut up! If you bother me, my hand will shake and I won't know where to cut you. Just bear with it and don't move."
As soon as she finished speaking, the scalpel in her hand had already cut a neat incision on Dongfang Ming's chest, and blood gushed out instantly.
Dongfang Ming's entire body tensed in pain, sweat dripping down his cheeks. Lan Xiyue quickly picked up the tweezers, carefully grasped the arrow in his chest, and pulled it out bit by bit. Her movements were steady and accurate. Fortunately, the arrow didn't get stuck in a blood vessel, otherwise the treatment process would have been even more difficult.
As time passed, the arrow was finally pulled out completely.
Lan Xiyue quickly took the medicine powder beside her and sprinkled it evenly on the wound. Then she picked up a clean cloth and carefully cleaned the blood around the wound.
After everything was ready, she began to suture Dongfang Ming's wound.
During the whole process, Dongfang Ming was in so much pain that he broke out in cold sweats, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
"I say, Xiao...Xiao Yue'er, can't you just give me Ma Fei San?"
Lan Xiyue uttered two words lightly: "No." It was the middle of the night, who had the time to make Ma Fei San for him!
"Well, you can use silver needles to seal the painful acupoints for me, hiss..." He just finished speaking and took a deep breath in pain.
Lan Xiyue didn't stop her movements for a moment. She continued to treat the wound and said, "Dongfang Ming, aren't you very powerful? Who hurt you?"
Dongfang Ming smiled bitterly: "Hey, I was careless. What's wrong? Is Xiao Yue'er distressed?"
Lan Xiyue's grip increased slightly, and Dongfang Ming took another sharp breath: "Hiss~ Xiaoyue'er, be gentle~"
At this time, outside the door, Mo Liyuan's face was terribly gloomy. He stared at the closed door, not moving at all.
Tianyi, Anyi, Aner and others in the distance were also very nervous. They exchanged glances with each other and muttered in their hearts: Hey, Princess, what are you doing? The master is very angry now, very angry!
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