Chapter 15 Saving People
After a while, the two people with blood on their bodies stumbled through the grass and ca out.
When one of them saw the sudden appearance, he imdiately raised his saber and stared at the three of them vigilantly.
"Jingxuan, no." The person being supported shook his head while covering the bleeding wound on his right chest. At first glance, it was a family and there was no danger.
The man called Jing Xuan imdiately retracted his sword, but at the sa ti as he retracted it, the man lying on his shoulder fell down.
"Nine Brothers!"
Wei Jingxuan quickly supported his body and let him lean against the tree.
Helian Rongjiu's face was pale, his breathing was rapid, and his lips were bloodless.
"Brother Ninth, take a rest first, our people should be here soon."
"Okay..." He closed his eyes after saying that.
Wei Jingxuan panicked in his heart, shook his body vigorously, and said anxiously, "Ninth brother, don't sleep, hold on for a while, you must not fall asleep."
"Okay, I...I don't sleep."
Murong Zhe was stunned after seeing the face of the injured person. From the look on his face and the still bleeding wound, he knew that he was seriously injured. The doctor's instinct was about to go forward when he was pulled by his daughter.
He then rembered that his hand was already abolished. If he insisted on being a hero, looking at the fierce aura of the person on the other side, he would probably be cut off, but that person's life would be at risk if he continued like this, and he couldn't help him.
"Little Young Master, what was he injured by?" Murong Zhe couldn't help but ask.
Wei Jingxuan frowned and glanced at him, then turned to look at the tired Ninth Brother, saw him nod, and then said: "I ca out and t a bandit, and was accidentally stabbed in the chest."
Murong Zhe nodded, just as he was about to take the dicine out of his arms, but Wei Jingxuan saw his movent from the corner of his eyes, then pulled out his sword to face him, staring at him with a wary expression, "What are you going to do?"
Murong Kuan stood in front of his father without even thinking, and stared at the two of them, frowning, as if he was considering whether he could protect his father and sister with all his strength.
"Ah Kuan." Murong Zhe shook his head at his son, waited for him to retreat, and then quickly explained: "Little brother, don't get
wrong, I have learned a little dical skills, but I just want to get the dicine out. He was seriously injured. If it doesn't stop bleeding, one cup of tea may be life-threatening. Red for internal use, white for external use."
After saying that, he took out the dicine bottle and wanted to take it.
Wei Jingxuan warned: "Hold on, don't move."
Murong Zhe paused and stopped quickly.
Wei Jingxuan glanced at Brother Jiu again, and after a while, he looked at Murong Lingran next to him and said, "Is she your daughter?"
"Yes."
"Tell her to bring the dicine."
Murong Lingran was instantly angry, and said with his hands on his hips: "Don't go too far, you stinky boy, my daddy just wants to save people, but you are still guarding him like this, daddy, don't save him, your good intentions are not good. Report!"
Wei Jingxuan was stunned for a mont, then looked at her with a strange look, he was actually called a stinky boy by a yellow-haired girl in his life?
He is obviously bigger than this girl.
Helian Rongjiu also glanced at the angry Murong Lingran, who was small and had a rather irritable temper, but his temperant was straightforward.
Murong Zhe patted his daughter on the shoulder, guarding against others is a must, and they should guard against themselves, "This dicine works very well, you'll know when you use it."
said that and motioned for his daughter to take the dicine.
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