Xiaobaihua's character can't be collapsed

Those who went hunting came back soon, and then they found that their tall and burly leader was squatting on the porch watching the fire, white smoke was curling from the old medicine pot on the small stove, and a bitter medicine fragrance filled the air. On a cold winter day, it is heart-shattering.

Everyone was surprised, that frail young man was actually good at medicine?What a shame!

In the room, Song Han, who was bandaging Ren Shiyi, said in a soft voice: "I'll get you some medicine later, you drink it first. My medical skills are low, I'm afraid I'm not good enough, you go back and ask another doctor to see it." look."

"My lord, you are humble, thank you!" Blade Eleven cupped his hands and said.

Next came Blade Fifteen, something scratched his back, bloody and bloody, his bones were visible, and he looked horrific.

Song Han shook his hands and cleaned his wound with a pale face before applying the medicine to bandage him again.

Li Hanchuan stood aside and watched him quietly.

The boy was so ill that he couldn't stand still, but after hearing that his subordinates were injured, he insisted on taking a look, saying that maybe he could help.

Looking eagerly at those clean and clear deer eyes, he couldn't say no to him, so he could only call people in.

"Don't touch the wound with water, pay attention to rest, and change the dressing in time..."

Song Han gave careful instructions, and after he finished speaking, he stood up and wanted to grab the medicine, but he had been squatting for a long time, and when he stood up so suddenly, he couldn't help being a little dizzy, and he swayed and fell to the side.

Li Hanchuan stretched out his long arms to support him, and Song Han let his body soften and slid into his arms.

The 16-year-old boy's stature only reaches Li Hanchuan's chest, his thin body is wrapped in an old fox fur, and against his slightly flushed face, he is indescribably endearing.

Li Hanchuan put one arm around him, staring straight at the shy Song Han with his dark eyes.

"Thank you..." Song Han blushed and gently pushed him to let him go, "I'll go grab the medicine."

Blade Eleven and Blade Fifteen looked at each other and retreated lightly.

The companions outside have skewered the processed pheasants, hares, and roe deer with branches and grilled them on the fire. The orange flames swayed in the snow, and the water in the pot was boiling and steaming. This scene made people feel much warmer.

Someone called Blade Eleven and Blade Fifteen over to warm up.

Blade Sixteen raised his eyebrows: "How?"

Blade Eleven glanced at his companions who raised their ears: "Maybe it's not what we thought."

"Who's thinking about something?" Ren Jiu answered immediately, "I'm not thinking about anything!"

Blade Twelve touched his nose in embarrassment, not daring to make a sound.

"Young master is kind-hearted and thin-skinned. In the future, everyone should be careful not to annoy the owner."

Blade Fifteen is an honest man, he doesn't talk much, when he said this, everyone looked at him in surprise.

Blade Fifteen didn't speak anymore, but looked at Scarface who clumsily opened the crock and blown air.

Everyone understood, and kept the words in their hearts.

The chicken and rabbit roasted on the fire soon exuded a tempting aroma. Later, Scarface sliced ​​up the roasted chicken and roasted rabbit that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and prepared a portion for Song Han.

Song Hanlu's eyes were flattered, and he smiled embarrassedly: "Thank you, I can't eat it, so you can eat it while it's hot."

Li Hanchuan frowned, "You are still sick, how can you do without eating?"

Song Han's face turned red, and he lowered his eyelashes: "I have a bad stomach, so I can't eat too greasy food..."

Li Hanchuan was silent for a while, then said warmly, "Shall I warm up the porridge I cooked in the morning?"

Song Han froze for a moment, then shook his head hastily: "No need, I can do it myself, thank you very much!"

Li Hanchuan looked at him fixedly: "You don't need to be polite to me."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to rub his hair, said "It's good to have a rest", then turned and went to the kitchen.

Song Han bit her lip, her eyes were flushed, and she vividly performed the emotion in her heart.

His moist and soft eyes looked in the direction of the kitchen, and his heart was full of certainty.

This man, he's going to make it!