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Chapter 19: Wound Management

Mrs. Qin looked at Liu Yan with red eyes, then at He Qianlin, who was eating delicious food, and said in tears: "Qianlin, please help me! The old man said that no one in the family can stay. Today my second son was arrested. He took it away, I can't stop it, I beg you, I know you have a way, otherwise he got on your body, how could you still be fine, I beg you!"

Mrs. Qin knelt down on the ground when she was excited, and kowtowed to He Qianlin.

Liu Yan, who was going to help Mrs. Qin up, couldn't help being a little angry, and stood aside with her hands behind her back. Her family, Qianlin, could bear these worships. What does it mean to be on Qianlin's body? Qianlin is still fine, but her relationship with Qianlin is not good right?Knowing that Qianlin was being raped, why didn't I come to see it afterward? It was only after the family died that I thought of it again.

What the hell, is everyone like this now?Liu Yan was a little bit aggrieved, she was alone, she had long raised He Qianlin as her own girl, no one could say that He Qianlin was bad, and now her baby was someone who could be used in Madam Qin's eyes. I came to ask for it, and ran faster than anyone else when I found something wrong.

Liu Yan changed his face on the spot, and sneered coldly: "It's because of your superficiality that caused these problems. I heard from our family, Qianlin, and burned people, so nothing will happen. You made it yourself Sin, you bear it yourself, don't drag our family Qian Lin, if the curator hadn't come forward in time last time, whether our family Qian Lin can have a good meal here is still one thing, you don't come to ask, if This is really the case, Qianlin can't help you, she almost got into it herself, you'd better hire another Gao Ming!"

Mrs. Qin cried even harder, she didn't care about the embarrassment, she just kowtowed harder: "Please, I know I'm wrong, but you are the only one who can help me right now, please, please help us The Qin family!"

Liu Yan strode across in front of Mrs. Qin, and said expressionlessly: "It's not that we don't want to help you, but that we are incapable of helping you. As I said, Qian Lin almost couldn't come back last time. You kowtow like this It's driving our Qianlin to death! Is it right that our Qianlin should die to help you?"

Mrs. Qin was stunned for a moment, but continued to kowtow with red eyes, begging in a low voice: "Please, I beg you!"

Liu Yan's eyes turned red in an instant, and she pushed Mrs. Qin to the ground like crazy, and roared: "Please, please, your family's life is your life, but my family's Qianlin's life is not your life? ?Your family deserves to die, why do you let Qian Lin go to die? Why do you want Qian Lin to exchange your life for yours? Is it more noble to share your family’s life? Why? Get lost, you won’t do anything It works, I absolutely can't let Qianlin go to die!"

As soon as Liu Yan grabbed He Qianlin's arm, she rushed outside. He Qianlin slammed her mouth in a daze, looking at Liu Yan who was so angry, she didn't dare to say anything, but turned her head frequently to look at the few mouthfuls of noodle soup left.

Liu Yan dragged He Qianlin back to her dormitory, and slapped He Qianlin on the back of the head with a slap, her eyes were red and she choked up and said, "You damn child, what time is it, and you are still thinking about eating? Let me tell you. Don't meddle, you don't know that when the curator dragged you back last time, you almost gave my aunt a heart attack by showing no anger at all. Your master handed you over to me. I can't let you There is a little damage!"

He Qianlin pursed her lips, reached out and hugged Liu Yan, patted Liu Yan's back, and said softly: "Auntie, don't worry, I can't get involved in this matter, I'm not as capable as my master! I won't take myself Just kidding."

"That's good. It's right for your master not to teach you so much. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I used to laugh at him when he said this, but now I realize how important this sentence is. You should be obedient and don't mess around." Run, these days my aunt will bring you more delicious food, I always feel that your face is very pale."

"Is it really pale?" He Qianlin was a little surprised, because Liu Yan had never emphasized one thing so seriously.

"Look for yourself." Liu Yan broke away from He Qianlin's embrace, only feeling a little flushed on her face. It's shameful that she was comforted by a little girl after a lot of age. She handed the mirror to He Qianlin and said: " Go to sleep after eating, her son died miserably, you seem to be a little weak, go to the morgue tomorrow at noon."

"Oh" He Qianlin agreed as promised, took the mirror and looked at her face, it was as white as the dead person she had put on makeup on, He Qianlin suddenly panicked, she reached out and touched her face, feeling icy cold It seems to be the same as before, and it seems to be cooler than before.

He Qianlin hiccupped and rubbed her stomach. Her whole face suddenly became stiff. She stared blankly at her pale face in the mirror, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

She had just finished eating a bowl of steaming hot noodles, and was dragged into the room by Liu Yan. After tossing all the way, she couldn't see a trace of blush on her face?The panic in my heart became even worse, I stretched out my hand and pinched my cheek vigorously, finally a faint red mark appeared, this mark disappeared very quickly, but within two breaths, the paleness returned.

Fortunately, there are no dark circles under the eyes, otherwise this dignified appearance would scare many people when going out, but the whiteness at the moment is a bit too much, how could it be like this?What happened recently?Could it be that Yin Qi has entered the body?It's impossible, I can't feel nothing at all, what's going on?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in He Qianlin's mind, and she quickly stretched out her hand to look at the wound cut by the kitchen knife. The wound showed no sign of healing. Bai Huohuo's mouth was like a pale and wide open mouth. It was such a big wound. I didn't even feel a little bit, how could this be?

That waiter has a problem, who is he?What's wrong with me?Is it poisoned?What should I do?He Qianlin only felt that her thoughts were in a mess, and she couldn't help but think of Wang Chunhua. She was the one who brought her back last time. She was able to repel Mr. Qin's ghost, so she should be able to deal with this weird wound, right?

He Qianlin bit her lip. Liu Yan went out, and she should have gone to find Mrs. Qin. She didn't know if her wound was serious or not. She didn't feel it at all. If she went to Wang Chunhua, He Qianlin subconsciously resisted. She was not very willing. Going to rely on Mr. Curator will make you look useless. A person as powerful as Mr. Curator must not like to be with a useless person!

He touched his eyebrows with his hand, sighed, put the mirror by the bed, took out a bandage from the drawer, and bandaged his wound. It doesn't hurt anyway, maybe it will be fine in a few days Bar!

He Qianlin went back to the curator's dormitory again, and when she opened the door, she saw the curator standing on the balcony, wearing a white nightgown, her waist-length hair casually scattered behind her head, and occasionally two naughty strands of blue hair would chase after her. Playing against the wind, but for a moment it fell quietly into Wang Chunhua's ear.

The moonlight fell quietly, not very bright, but completely enveloped Wang Chunhua. I don't know if it was because of the angle or other reasons. Wang Chunhua's whole body was glowing with a faint silver light, like a fairy in the sky, spotless.

There was a soul floating outside the window sill, and this soul was the enchanting peony that He Qianlin had seen.

Peony gave He Qianlin a meaningful look, and her soul disappeared instantly, while the curator turned his head with his hands behind his back, the moonlight fell on Wang Chunhua's side face, and there was a somewhat unreal feeling in the haze, He Qianlin just I felt my heart suddenly started beating violently, as if it was about to burst open my chest and jump out.

"Why are you so deadly?" Wang Chunhua was a little puzzled, and motioned for He Qianlin to turn on the light, and then she walked over quickly, gently lifting He Qianlin's chin with her slender fingers, and looked left and right. Slowly twisted a small knot.

He Qianlin raised her head slightly and blinked her eyes. From such a close distance, she could see her own reflection in the curator's almond eyes. Her brown eyes were like amber. He Qianlin was crazy when she met the eyes with only her own shadow. The beating heart suddenly calmed down slowly, and a faint scent was sent by the breeze. He Qianlin sniffed it lightly, it seemed to be a scent of flowers, but she couldn't remember it.

The cool wind slowly blew Wang Chunhua's hair scattered on her shoulders up through the screen window. A strand of hair stuck to He Qianlin's neck, and then slowly slipped down from her collarbone, feeling a little itchy. The feeling slowly spread to the bottom of my heart, and my heart began to stir again.

Wang Chunhua squinted her eyes and looked at the room carefully, but she didn't find anything unusual. She turned her gaze to He Qianlin again. Why did it take only a while? This person was so deadly, his life seemed to be constantly being lost, why? Will this happen?If she died, would he have to wait for the next reincarnation?

Wang Chunhua took a step back, and the furrowed eyebrows never calmed down. She looked He Qianlin up and down, and her gaze finally fell on He Qianlin's finger with the band-aid on it.

He grasped He Qianlin's finger involuntarily, felt that the other party dared to struggle, couldn't help kicking his almond eyes, saw He Qianlin succumbed to his majesty, and obediently remained motionless, then nodded in satisfaction, and tore it apart with some disgust. A bandage wrapped around a finger.

Bai Huohuo's wound was exposed to the air. Wang Chunhua's expression changed, and he quickly took out a small porcelain bottle, uncorked the bottle and poured a few drops of liquid towards the wound. Strange to say, as soon as the liquid landed on the wound, it instantly After disappearing, He Qianlin felt warm all over her body, and was about to say thank you, when Wang Chunhua put her fingers in her mouth the next moment.