Chapter 1189: I will save him
A’Niu was shocked. He came here a few days ago. How could a good yard be like this? What about Sister Bai?
Song Lang started to rush inside. He rushed too fast and ran into a man at the corner.
The two men collided and took two steps back.
Zhou Awu looked up and saw Song Lang. This face, he would never admit it wrong: “Song Lang? You, why are you? What are you doing here?”
Song Lang looked worried: “Where is Bai Zhi? How is she? Is she okay?”
Zhou Awu suddenly thought of something. He rushed forward and grabbed Song Lang’s collar and asked angrily, “Did you do this?”
Song Lang pushed him away and said, “What are you talking nonsense about? I just returned to the county and just learned that she lives here. What can I do? What do you think I will do to her?”
Zhou Awu was also anxious that he said those words. He knew that Song Lang had feelings for Bai Zhi and would not do anything to hurt her.
Thinking that Song Lang was also a doctor and particularly powerful in medicine, he rushed forward again and held Song Lang’s arm tightly. “The emperor is injured, and Zhi’er is unstable. If you want to help her, you must help her.”
Song Lang was worried. He just wanted to see Bai Zhi immediately and confirm whether she was safe.
“Take me quickly. What are you talking about?” Song Lang shouted.
Zhou Awu hurriedly led Song Lang into the inner courtyard. Outside a bedroom facing south, there stood seven or eight guards in black, each with a solemn face.
“Hurry up, get out of the way.” Zhou Awu rushed forward and pushed open the closed door.
Bai Zhi knelt beside Chu Yan, holding the handle of the arrow with both hands. Her face was pale and her hands were trembling.
The arrow can be taken out as long as she pulled the arrow, but she can not use her strength at this time, and it was not safe for others to pull it out.
The door was opened and the footsteps were in a hurry. She didn’t turn around to look. She thought it must be Zhou Awu.
One hand held her wrist, it was warm and strong, not it was not Zhou Awu’s hand.
She turned her head and saw those eyes, which were both familiar and strange, annoying and memorable.
“Let me do it.” Song Lang’s eyes were soft. His hand moved to the handle of the arrow, breaking off her fingers one by one. “I’ll do it, believe me.”
If anyone could convince her now, Song Lang was the only one.
Song Lang was good at medicine and poison. With him, Chu Yan must be saved.
Tears came down again, and her eyes were full of tears, looking at Song Lang: “We must save him, we must save him.”
Song Lang nodded: “Don’t worry, I will save him. Don’t cry.” He raised his hand to wipe the tears off her face, but he raised his hand and finally put it down.
Xiao Qing stepped forward, took a handkerchief, and wiped her face. Seeing the blood stains on her body, she asked: “Are you hurt? Where is it?”
Bai Zhi shook her head: “I’m not hurt, I’m fine.”
Song Lang looked at the position of the wound and guessed how he got hurt. He sighed in his heart.
As the emperor of a country, Chu Yan can still ignore his life for Bai Zhi’s sake. Can he do the same?
Song Lang said to Bai Zhi, “Is your medicine box there?”
Zhou Awu quickly picked up the silver medicine box that was placed in the corner of the room.
Song Lang had seen Bai Zhi use some tools in the medicine box to treat wounds. He thought those things were very good, convenient, and clean.
Although he has only seen it once, he was confident that he could use those tools well.
He then pulled the arrow, stopped the bleeding, and sutured.
Although it was the first time, it was done very skillfully. Even Bai Zhi doubted whether he was from modern times.
Song Lang said: “I have also learned some surgery. Although the tools are not the same as yours, they have some similarities and the same effect. Over the years, I often think of these things of yours. After thinking about them, I had some understanding.
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