Zhou Jian couldn't help but sternly, and he didn't have the time to appreciate those things, so he immediately began to clean her wounds.

"kindness!!"

The water was poured on the wound, and the female monk Wuyang in pain made painful groans.

"Hold on, I have to give you some wine to disinfect. Also, scars should be left on your back!" Zhou Jian frowned. Beauties love beauty, and scars are a blow.

Unexpectedly, Wuyang's slender five fingers clenched the edge of the bed, covered the clothes in front with the other hand, and just said, "Okay, hurry up!"

Zhou Jian stopped talking and began to clean the wound without distraction.

Her wounds were too dirty, including sand, sheep blood, etc. If she didn't use alcohol to disinfect, there would probably be something big. Zhou Jian was exhausted just by cleaning, and his head was covered in sweat.

There cannot be any deviation in this process, it is more physical than physical work!

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In the second half of the night, the faint screams of the female monk Wuyang would be heard from time to time. Whether it was cleaning, pulling out hidden weapons, or applying medicine, it was an extremely painful process.

Most men can't stand it, but Wuyang bit his lip and insisted on it without fainting.

Just like this, Zhou Jian looked at her with some admiration!

About two hours later, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely. Finally, he had recovered the medicine and vomited a long breath of turbid air. At this moment, the sky outside had begun to gradually brighten.

"It's almost done, I have to wrap a bandage for you, lean back a little." Zhou Jian spoke.

This time, Wuyang did not reply again.

Zhou Jian frowned and noticed something was wrong. He leaned over and found that Wuyang had lost too much blood and was in a coma, but his breathing and pulse were still normal, so there shouldn't be too big problems.

"I offended." He whispered, and could only put Wuyang backwards, put it on his shoulders, then stretched out his hands and quickly wrapped the bandage.

When wrapping the bandage, you must go around her predecessor, and you cannot tie the clothes together, and there will be some physical contact.

Zhou Jian was so tired that she was unconscious anyway, so she didn't know that, so she just opened and closed her hands directly into her bloody clothes, and wrapped them back and forth.

He had no wrong thoughts. After all, Junse loves semen and takes them well, but he accidentally touched some softness and his whole body still trembled.

It has been decades, but I am the only one who can get to the Wuyang female monk?

As he thought about it, he smiled inexplicably.

But at this moment, Wuyang seemed to have felt so painful to touch the wound because he tied a bandage. He frowned and almost woke up.

Zhou Jian immediately tightened and felt guilty. He did not dare to move until she disappeared again. However, he did not take advantage of the situation in the whole process, and all the movement and physical contact was inevitable.

After doing all this, Zhou Jian put it on the bed. Looking at the mess on the ground and blood stained, he frowned for a while and wanted to leave directly.

"Forget it, I will do my best to the end. I will send the Buddha to the West. Don't be ungrateful. It's because of the good deal of your exile."

He murmured to himself, then closed his eyes, pulled Wuyang's bloody clothes off, then hugged her to avoid seeing her front, and helped her put on a clean dress.

For such a seriously injured person, he had no wrong thoughts in his mind.
Chapter completed!