Yi Xin as a concubine

"Then Miss Eight, thank you for your hard work."

Before the man could say anything, the man dressed as a guard put the medicine on the table and ran out as if he was running for his life.

Xin Baoer was a little dumbfounded. What was going on?

"Sorry to trouble you again, just do your best!"

Before Xin Baoer took her eyes off the figure that suddenly jumped out, the man continued speaking.

"Oh, okay, I understand." Xin Baoer responded blankly.

The man seemed to smile and then walked out.

Xin Baoer suddenly had a bad feeling, but after looking at the five people lying side by side on the bed, she resigned herself to her fate and went to fetch water and work.

After cleaning up, Xin Baoer felt a little sympathy for these five people. What kind of hatred or grudge did they have that made them fight so desperately?

The wounds of all sizes all over his body were shocking to see, but the key point was that even with only simple hemostatic treatment on the wounds, he was still breathing, showing his strong vitality.

Xin Baoer secretly thought that if it were her, she would have died of pain if not from excessive blood loss.

Anyway, after what happened last night, Xin Baoer felt that all her illnesses were gone. In this era, it is very difficult to live, but it is very easy to die. One knife can guarantee that you will die thoroughly. Real life is as worthless as grass.

"Everyone is living in fear, why do you have to be so pretentious?"

Thinking of the woman's words scolding her, Xin Baoer couldn't help but laugh. Was she being hypocritical? Maybe!

Come to think of it, I still miss her a little. After being scolded by her, I feel a lot better. I don’t know if I can see her again.

Now that I think about it, it seems that I haven’t seen her since the assassination last night, but that person is very capable, so I think he will be fine.

He worked tirelessly to clean the wounds with wine, apply medicine and bandage them. After treating the wounds that were not too deep, he felt a little troubled when he looked at the wounds that were so deep that the bones could be seen.

It's so deep and long, and it's still bleeding slowly. Just applying medicine and bandaging it probably won't be very effective.

After thinking for a while, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth. She couldn't bear to attack her good friend, but a stranger was just right for her to practice.

The guard lying on the roof suddenly felt a chill on his spine when he saw her smile.

It's not that he wanted to monitor her, but he had heard so much that the guards were very curious about the Eighth Girl. In their opinion, a girl who could be favored by the old man and who their master could think about must be no ordinary person. Any talk of cowardice was probably fake.

He came over to take a look when he had nothing to do, and that's how he discovered it.

Xin Baoer ran out, and came back with a small package in a few minutes. She heated the embroidery needle over the fire, and with some effort, bent it into the desired shape, then threw it into the wine together with the cotton thread to soak and disinfect it.

After finishing the preparations, Xin Baoer looked up at the roof, smiled knowingly, and said, "Stop looking, come down and help."

The guard was startled and his feet were empty.

"Plop! Ouch!"

"Haha, haha." The guard looked at Xin Baoer's disdainful eyes, feeling a little aggrieved and embarrassed.

"How did Eighth Miss discover my subordinate?" Didn't Eighth Miss have poor health and didn't know martial arts? Then how did she know he was on the roof?

If he hadn't been frightened, he wouldn't have slipped and fallen off the roof. He couldn't let those bad friends know about it, otherwise they would make fun of him every day.

"Guessed!" Seeing the man walking in from outside the door, Xin Baoer made up a random excuse to fool him. She couldn't say that she was sensitive to emotions and she noticed the guard's momentary emotional outburst.

After Xin Baoer finished speaking, she turned around and continued to fiddle with the medicines and gauze.

"How shameful! Why don't you go and help!" After listening to the guard's report, Chu Xingchen kicked the man to Xin Baoer's side.

What is going on? This girl might be at odds with him. Not only does he act weird when she comes, but now even the people around him are acting stupid.

However, after hearing what the guard said, he was also a little curious, so after kicking the guard, he sat on the stool beside the table, looking obediently like, "You guys do what you should do, I'll just sit for a while and won't disturb you."

Xin Baoer was speechless, the guards were terrified, and the atmosphere in the room began to become weird.

However, after Wei washed his hands as Xin Baoer requested and listened to Xin Baoer's explanation of how to use the needle and thread, the atmosphere in the room became even more weird.

The guard looked at his master innocently. It was not that he did not dare to do as he was told, but the people were about to die, and it was not good to do such an inhumane thing. Even if they were his concubines, wasn't the Eighth Miss too cruel?

We don't even know whether the person is alive or dead, but you're already taking precautions. Isn't it too early to compete for favor?

Xin Baoer saw the two of them flirting with each other but not taking any action. She frowned and asked, "Did you not understand? Let me tell you again. We have to hurry, or they will really die."

The guard's mouth twitched again, and when he saw that his master also nodded, he walked stiffly towards the nearest woman.

Several women were unconscious, and due to excessive blood loss, even if they woke up from the pain, they would not have the strength to struggle. She looked at her thin arms and legs, and thought, well, she should be able to hold them down. As for anesthetics, that was a thing, she really couldn't use it.

The guards' job is to work on the edge of a knife, so they are quick and efficient and can sew up a wound in no time. But I won't mention how it looks.

I have to say, Xin Baoer admired this speed. If she had to do it herself, these girls would have suffered a lot, not to mention that she didn't dare to do it herself, otherwise she wouldn't have asked a stranger for help.

The bleeding from the stitched wound stopped quickly. The guard lost his composure and looked at his master excitedly, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Chu Xingchen was no longer sitting far away. He walked closer and took a closer look. He couldn't help but have a gleam in his eyes. If the hemostasis effect was good, if the healing effect was also good...

Without thinking any further, he suppressed his excitement and signaled the guard to continue.

Xin Baoer had no time to watch the quarrel between the two. At this moment, she was skillfully disinfecting, applying medicine, and bandaging the sutured wound. Her two tender white hands were as methodical as butterflies flying through flowers.

"Have you also studied medicine?" Chu Xingchen looked for a while and suddenly asked.

"I've never learned it, but I've had poor health since childhood, so bumps and bruises are inevitable. Practice makes perfect." Xin Baoer didn't think much about it, and answered casually without stopping her hands.

"Have you ever suffered such a serious injury? Do you need~" Chu Xingchen didn't say it out loud, mainly because he didn't know how to describe it. Should he say that he had to sew up the flesh as clothes?

Just after bandaging a wound, Xin Baoer looked up at the man who was speaking halfway in confusion. Seeing his indescribable expression, it seemed that there was something she didn't understand.

"This is called suturing. I haven't experienced it myself, but I've read about this strange method in books. It's said that it can make wounds heal faster. But I'm timid and don't dare to do it. Fortunately, this young man can help me."

After Xin Baoer finished speaking, she started to get busy again.

Chu Xingchen did not disturb the two of them. He sat back at the table quietly, but looked at Xin Baoer with a slightly inquiring look.

The news said that Miss Xinba had been raised in luxury, how could she stumble so often? Even if she was injured, she shouldn't have to deal with it herself, right? How could a favored girl not have anyone to serve her?

Could it be that the Xin family's kindness to her was only on the surface, and someone was secretly bullying her?

But that shouldn't be the case. He has seen the Xin family's behavior since the Eighth Girl was taken away, and it doesn't seem like they were pretending.

He had read almost all the books in the Xin family library, so how come he had never seen any book that recorded the method of suturing?

He thought he had a pretty good memory, and if he had seen such a strange method, he should have an impression of it.

Thinking of the countless "meetings" in the library, the eighth girl of the Xin family was always quiet. She would pick up a book, sit down in a corner, and read for hours. If no one came to find her, she would stay there. She rarely touched snacks and tea.

She was undoubtedly at ease and relaxed in the library. She seemed to be able to read any book and would read a paragraph in a low voice when she came across an interesting part.

The voice is soft and timid, like a little deer lost in the woods, which makes people feel soft-hearted. Even if they are disturbed, they cannot bear to blame it.

But now that this person was standing in front of him, he found that he couldn't seem to find any of the same feelings he had before, as if he had become a different person.

Could it be that I saved the wrong person?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he became restless and had to find someone to confirm it quickly.