-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Romance -> First Marquis Chapter 199 Either death or life at this time
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- You can search "First Hou" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!
Another group of soldiers and horses came galloping over. The disarmed Fengwei army squatting on the ground looked up quietly. Several men jumped off their horses. They were not soldiers. They were carrying medicine boxes. They were doctors
Everyone is gathered over there.
"Be careful."
"Bring it over here, and I'll pull out the arrow."
"Don't pull it out yet, wrap the wound first."
Noisy sounds kept coming, as if they were treating thousands of troops, but in fact there were only two people there. Thinking of those two people, the Fengwei army squatting on the ground looked hateful and sad. These two people killed the general, killed the general. Ah, deceiving the general and leaving him undefended, these thieves
But the rebel army seemed a little strange. He quietly looked at these soldiers and horses. He said they were Zhenwu Army. He didn't know whether it was true or not, but he killed all Fan Yang's soldiers. It didn't matter whether they surrendered or not. For them, as long as they surrendered, they would be killed. They disarmed and surrounded them, without further killing.
There are too many strange things tonight, strange court officials, strange rebels, strange reinforcements, and strange women in the reinforcements.
The strange woman was always riding on the horse, looking down at the circle surrounded by people.
"Is Han Xu dead?" she asked again.
When Zhongli woke up from the severe pain of pulling out an arrow, he heard these words and struggled: "Not yet"
He reached out to grab the knife and stood up, but was immediately held down: "Don't move, bring the medicinal wine and let him fall asleep."
Those who were busy here and those who were busy there also responded: "I don't know yet, I'm not dead yet, I have to pull out the arrow for Mr. Han."
Looking down at the firelight, he saw blood spattering. Li Minglou sat motionless on the horse. Fang Er stayed by her side, feeling strange. Miss Zhao Wang Shi rushed over immediately and urged to rescue the injured. But for this Han Xu, The young lady refused to go over, and only asked if he was dead, as if she was waiting for him to die
"Probably because Han Xu and King Zhao have different identities, not to mention that Han Xu is still going to Jiannan Road and wants to control the people of Jiannan Road.
The arrow was pulled out, the wound was wrapped in medicine, and the medicinal wine was poured in. Han Xu lay motionless on the ground. He did not get up to ask who saved him, nor looked curiously at this woman among the soldiers, nor expressed joy after hearing the name for so long.
"Okay, the bleeding has stopped."
The busy doctors looked serious but also a little relaxed, surrounding the motionless man, applying medicine, applying needles and injecting medicine.
"Is Han Xu dead?" Li Minglou asked again, seeming a little impatient.
The doctors looked at each other, and then one of them stood up: "Young Madam, Mr. Han was hit by two arrows in his chest and shoulders. He lost too much blood and passed out."
Li Minglou seemed not to understand the description of the injury and looked at them and only asked the result: "Is he dead?"
The doctor solemnly said: "I don't have to worry about my life for the time being."
Li Minglou shook his head decisively: "How is that possible? He is going to die."
She seemed to want to see clearly for herself. She jumped off her horse and walked towards this side step by step. The doctors surrounding her hurriedly got out of the way.
"Young lady, look, the injuries are here, here, and here." They pointed, "The bleeding has stopped."
The bright torch shines on the man lying on the ground. The middle-aged man's face is white, his eyes are closed and peaceful, and his chest and shoulders are wrapped with scars, which have been dyed red.
Li Minglou knelt down and put his hand on Han Xu. His white and tender hands were suddenly stained with blood.
He ran his hand over the injured cloth.
¡°How come he¡¯s not dead?¡± She murmured, ¡°Look, there¡¯s so much blood.
Press your hands on the wound.
"How come you're not dead?" She murmured, "Look, there's an arrow in the heart."
The hand fell on Han Xu¡¯s face.
"How come he's not dead?" She murmured, "Look, his face is so pale."
Han Xu opened his eyes and frowned: "This woman, my face is already so white."
Although his voice was weak, he spoke clearly.
A doctor happily pointed to the evidence: "Young madam, look, he can still speak."
Li Minglou shook his head unmoved. King Zhao said a lot at that time.
Han Xu frowned. He woke up in a daze. The woman stroking his body was a little blurry in his vision. Who was she? Listening to the doctors around him, they concluded that although he was seriously injured, his life was safe.
These doctors are too good-tempered. It is useless to say these words at this time. They must use their momentum to intimidate. Although Han Xu was weak, his momentum was still there. He said: "Madam, if you press my wound like this again, I will He¡¯s going to die.¡±
?Li Minglou's hand stopped, as if he was frightened, and the doctors on the side also realized what was happening and stopped making messy medical arguments.
"Young madam, do you want him to live or let him die?" a doctor said, holding the golden needle that just saved his life in his hand. Golden needles can save lives, but they can also kill.
Who are these people! Han Xu was suffocating. Aren't these people here to save him? How weird.
Li Minglou didn¡¯t think the doctor¡¯s question was strange, he just felt sad: ¡°If I want him to live, can he live? I want King Zhao to live, but isn¡¯t he still dead?¡±
The middle five standing behind finally made up their minds and stepped forward to wave to the doctors: "We must do our best to save Mr. Han."
The doctors agreed in unison, and the soldiers lifted Han Xu up and rushed forward.
Li Minglou sat on the spot and did not stop him. Zhongwu stretched out his hand to support him and whispered: "Miss, this time Master Han, you arrived in time, he will not die."
Really? Li Minglou looked at Han Xu who was carried away. Through the veil and the night torches, the figures intersected, suddenly bright and dark, far and now near.
?¡
?¡
Han Xu woke up two days later, which actually didn't count as he woke up again. During this period, he woke up intermittently several times, so when he saw the green tent, simple tables and chairs, he knew that he was not in the stone house in Nishui Valley. , and also knew why and how he returned to Yingchen's residence.
This time when he woke up, he was the most awake. The pain in his body was still there, but it was not as weak as before. He was too tired to hold on just opening his eyes.
His movements were also a little louder, which immediately attracted the attention of people in the room. There was a soft sound of footsteps, and a black figure stood over. The light was blocked and cast a shadow.
It¡¯s her again Han Xu was a little helpless. When he woke up intermittently, this woman was always there. She must have been living with him.
"Master Han is awake?"
"Bring the medicine."
"How do you feel, Mr. Han today?"
Several doctors also came over, standing in the shadow cast by the woman and asking questions with concern, while they began to look, hear and ask questions.
"Is he going to die?"
The woman¡¯s voice also came.
Han Xu sighed in his heart and no longer thought this woman was weird. He already knew why the woman asked such questions. When he woke up, he heard someone say to the doctors intermittently, saying how Yizhou traveled a long distance and ended up with the death of King Zhao. What sadness and despair she felt in front of her. She heard that Mr. Han was in a critical situation in Yingchen, and why she was running to the rescue day and night. Mr. Han was so seriously injured that she was scared to death
"Young madam, I can't believe that Lord Han can survive." The man sighed softly for the last time, "I can't believe that I can save Lord Han."
The doctors were used to comforting this woman, so Han Xu spoke first.
"Mrs. Wu." He looked at the woman shrouded in darkness, "Although I can't guarantee that I won't die in the future, this time in Nishui Valley, in Xuanwu Dao, and in the chaos, I, Han Xu, survived."
He raised his hand and saluted in front of him.
"Mrs. Wu, thank you for your help."
I don¡¯t know whether I understand or not, Li Minglou stood motionless in front of the bed and didn¡¯t respond.
Han Xu looked at her. From the angle of lying down, this woman was still petite and thin. His voice was a bit softer.
"Don't be sad, don't be afraid, you saved me, you did it."
Are you sad? Was she always sad, scared? She has always been afraid, but now, fate has not taken this person away from her. This person has survived in front of her eyes. Li Minglou shed tears, knelt down by the bed, leaned over Han Xu and cried loudly.
Faced with the death of King Zhao, the tears that were not shed at all started to surge when he saw Han Xusheng.
Han Xu¡¯s wound hurt after being hit again, feeling helpless and confused.
He had no impression of Mrs. Wu. He didn¡¯t know when she fell in love with him, whether she was stunned at first sight or admired from afar. She traveled across mountains and rivers day and night to fight for him in the chaotic battle between the two armies in Nishui Valley. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page