Not long after, He Fuwan ordered the meal, the waiter took away the menu, and prepared tea for the two of them with relatively thoughtful service. Then he slowly retreated from the room.

The door of the private room was half-closed, and the thin wooden door panels had a very light texture. When the waiter left, he helped them bring the door with him. However, the breeze outside the window blew, and the wooden door with very light material was gently blown open. When the wooden door fell back, Xun Qiu was careless and subconsciously blocked his arm, but was hit by the door and the wound on his right arm.

The pressure suddenly came, and the pain suddenly surged up. The arm that had been aching before was even more painful at this moment. Xun Qiu couldn't help but take a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth were followed by severe pain.

"What's wrong? Are you..." He Fuwan noticed Xun Qiu's reaction keenly, then jumped up almost on the spot, grabbed Xun Qiu's right arm, and rolled up his cuffs.

"Wan'er, I..." Xun Qiu didn't have time to stop him, and he felt the hand stagnant on his side. The sleeve on his right arm stopped halfway. Xun Qiu turned his head and looked over, but found that He Fuwan was stunned. His palm covered his lips, and a crystal luster surged in his clear eyes.

"Don't move first." Xuncho was about to move, but he heard the person behind him crying. Then the jade hands carefully tidied up the clothes on his arm.

Xun Qiu, who suffered a lot during the cultivation process, knew that his right arm must be in a mess without looking at it. He smiled bitterly and said with a relaxed look: "Wan'er, don't be afraid, I'm really okay, it's just a dagger cut, it's all a small injury, it's nothing."

Feeling the dullness of the people around him, Xun Qiu slowly turned around. Sure enough, seeing that He Fuwan's eyes were already filled with water, and her hands were hanging in the air and trembling slightly.

"Wan'er," Xunchou reached out and pulled He Fuwan's hand and placed it on his chest. "Don't worry, it's really okay. This wound just looks a bit scary. With my recovery, it will be as good as before in just a few days."

He Fuwan was even more excited when she heard this. The more Xun Qiu said this, the more worried her.

"Wait for me first." After He Fuwan said that, she broke free from Xun Qiu's hand, hurriedly took out the Qiankun bag from her arms, and stroked her palms on it. An exquisite medicine box appeared on the table. Then she opened the medicine box, which was full of medicinal materials, which were quite complete.

"Baby, are you moving all the medicinal materials from our martial arts school into your medicine box?" Xun Qiu quickly stepped forward to take the medicine from He Fuwan's hand, as if he wanted to pick up the topic, so he pretended to be relaxed.

"When is it now? You still have the heart to tease me!" He Fuwan obviously held back her tears, but her tears still fell down.

When Xun Qiu saw this, he immediately threw the medicine bag in his hand on the ground. He raised his left hand and extended his long arm, he hugged He Fuwan in his arms and hugged him tightly. He Fuwan didn't say anything, but leaned against Xun Qiu's arms, but his body kept shaking and sobbing.

"You sit on the chair honestly, I have to help you with it. If the wound is infected, it will be difficult to recover later." After five minutes, He Fuwan calmed down a little, broke free from Xun Qiu's arms, and said in a hoarse voice, the pear blossoms were covered in rain, making Xun Qiu feel a little heartbroken.

Xun Qiu looked down at He Fuwan, hesitating for a moment. He sighed softly, picked up the bag on the ground and put it on the coffee table, and sat obediently on the chair. In the current scene, there is only one way to obey.

He Fuwan stood beside Xuncho, took several deep breaths before taking out the poison-killing powder and gauze from the medicine box. However, He Fuwan didn't dare to take action. Xuncho's right arm was scratched very deeply by a dagger, almost reaching a bone. The half-open wound was like a child's mouth. Although Xuncho's meridians were sealed by Xuncho and the blood was no longer flowing, the exposed wound was already a little bloody and bloody when it rubbed against the clothes, and it looked quite ferocious.

Looking at this scene, He Fuwan, who had already stopped crying, moved the corners of her lips, and tears fell down again like beads connected.

Compared to treating some wounded soldiers in the martial arts hall on weekdays, especially the large number of wounded soldiers left behind when the Giant Seal Martial Arts Hall was attacked by powerful Yin-Yang Realm powerhouses, this was originally the easiest, but He Fuwan didn't dare to take action today.

"Wan'er, don't blame me. I just hope I can give you a simple and smooth journey, and don't want to be disturbed by some unscenic things." Xun Qiu naturally knew that He Fuwan was feeling distressed. And his injured place, because it was not handled for the whole morning, was already hot and swollen, and it looked a little scary.

"You have discovered it now, it's very embarrassing, but I'm afraid you'll have to work hard. Don't be able to do it." Xun Qiu deliberately joked.

"Then you are lying to me, do you know that you are very selfish, do you know that you will make me very worried and heartbroken?" He Fuwan raised her little head, looked tearful, and shouted at Xunchou.

Although he was yelled at this time, Xunqiu felt very happy. He raised his left hand, saluted the girl, and said righteously: "I understand, I guarantee that you won't worry in the future."

"It's still a big deal." He Fuwan was so funny that she burst into tears and smiled, and gave him a blank look. Then she took a sudden breath and then picked up the poison bottle again.

Although he was prepared for a long time, he tried not to worry He Fuwan. However, when the highly lethal poison-killing powder touched the torn wound, Xun Qiu's body shook suddenly. He Fuwan stopped her hand and the medicine bottle in her hand fell to the ground.

"Xun Qiu..." He Fuwan's voice trembled, "I..."

"Wan'er, I'm not afraid of pain. Just do it. Be obedient and be good." Xunqiu spoke slowly and gave her a big smile.

He Fuwan was stunned when she heard this, raised her left hand and took a bite. A circle of fine tooth marks were suddenly on the back of her white hand. I don’t know if it was the pain on her hands that relieved the pain in her heart or Xun Qiu’s words that worked, He Fuwan finally calmed down, picked up the medicine bottle again, and treated the abrasions one by one. Feeling the calmness and calmness of the people behind her, Xun Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Xunchou tilted his head and looked at the girl's delicate side face carefully. At this time, He Fuwan was carefully bandaging the wound for him, and a thin drop of sweat floated on his delicate and smooth forehead. His serious and distressed look filled with warmth in Xunchou's heart.

He knew that He Fuwan was a strong girl, but what he didn't expect was that she would be so panicked, and the expression of this unique emotion was all because of him!
Chapter completed!