Chapter 1793 (1/2)

Thinking of this, after seeing the wound, she did not mention detoxification. Instead, she slowly opened the medicine box, took out the silver needle, deliberately abandoned the catgut that was used to sew the wound, and put on the patching clothes before the candlelight to embroider the cotton thread.

As she took liquor to disinfect the silver needle and cotton thread, she explained: ”my way of seeing a doctor is somewhat different from others. Wounds like this can't heal on their own. They have to be sutured before they can gradually recover. The process will be more painful. You must hold down your second highness.”

The guard looked at the silver needle in Mo Shanghua's hand and Yan Moli, who was in agony at this time, and said: ”either, you can help the master to eliminate some pain first, and your highness will be more sober. I think you can cooperate better.”

Mo Shanghua glanced up at the guard and said in the same tone, ”at the moment, the second Highness's wound is bleeding. The poison is too strong. The ordinary method can't stop. If you don't want the second highness to die, you can make me waste my time like this.”

The bodyguard was silent and pressed Yan Mo tightly. ”As long as you can cure your highness, it will depend on you for the time being.”

Mo Shanghua nodded his head. When the blood flow continued, he didn't care to clean up the wound. He bent down and skillfully passed the silver needle from the split skin of the wound.

Yan Mo Li extremely its pain of stuffy hum, the body is uncontrollable heavily tremble for a while, the split wound also then tight up, draw blood more turbulent.

Even when the waiter looked at him, he felt a faint pain in his chest, and Qin Ya turned away in a hurry.

Mo Shanghua did not even frown. Her eyes were full of indifference. She just looked at the blood and accelerated her speed.

Yan Moli almost struggled with pain several times. Fortunately, the bodyguard was still responsible. With the suture of the wound, the blood was less, so he pressed Yan Moli harder.

When the wound was sewn up, Yan Moli was already in a daze, pale as paper, and he would faint at any time. But he was biting his teeth and trying not to let himself fall asleep.