Chapter 903

The next step is to clean the wound, disinfect it, and then sew it!

In order to make iris see more clearly, dozens of candles were lit in the tent to make Irene's serious face very clear.

Three people stood opposite, silently watching Irene sewing the wound.

The ancient stitches can't be compared with the stitches in the operation, so it's difficult for Irene to sew. But fortunately, she has so many years of experience here, so the sewing technique is not careless at all.

The weather in early autumn has been cool, but Irene's forehead has slowly exuded a layer of fine sweat.

This scene is a little bloody, and ordinary people will definitely have discomfort, and Irene has not frowned from the beginning to the end, looks calm and cautious, which shows that such a scene, she has been familiar.

Seeing her technique of sewing wounds, she is mature and skilled, which is not a novice.

It wasn't until the last step was completed that Irene took a long breath, looked up at the three people in front of her, and then skillfully gave the wounded good medicine, and then bound them up.

"Half a month later, we'll have to remove the thread!" This kind of line is not a special medical line, and will not be absorbed by the skin. When the line is removed, it will also be painful and leave scars.

Cangchu under the mask, with a warm smile, said: "it doesn't matter. I know you are iris Wei!"

Irene's strong eyelashes trembled a little, and her eyes looked at cangchu. How could she feel that no one here is kind.

"I am iris Wei, why do I need to prove it?" Irene looked at cangchu, speaking firmly, and her eyes refused.

She is iris Wei. What proof do you want? This is the body of iris Wei!

Turning around, Irene walked out of the tent. The autumn wind blew on her face, and she felt a lot refreshed.

I don't know why Irene thinks these people have such a heavy mind!

One by one, I look at a smile on my face, but there are many things in my heart.

"Little tail!" Ning Fuyan came up and took Irene's hand. "Do you remember anything?"

Irene looked down at Ning Fuyan, holding her hand, and then looked at the two people in the tent. It seemed that she didn't respond. Please, it's ancient times. She's a married woman. This man just held her hand and was seen by others.

The two men didn't seem to stop, but one of them, wearing a black mask, was unhappy, but he was stopped by the man wearing a silver mask.

What does that mean?

It also came to the king's ears. Won't the king be angry?

Or is the prince a wife?

Or is the folkway too open?

"No, I don't remember anything!" Irene shook her head. She had no memory of the original owner, and she was really strange to the people in front of her.

"Although you don't have memory, you will still have blood transfusion, know the blood type, and know how to sew the wound. So, Fengyin just erased your memory of people and things, but some things engraved in your bones will never be forgotten!" It's better to smile like a peach blossom in March, but always with a trace of sadness: "so, your love for mujin is also engraved in the bone, it's useless to erase your memory with wind chant!"

Yes, how about taking her away? She will like mujin again!

Is there that love? Looking at Ning Fuyan holding his hand, he fell into a deep thought.

The original owner also knows blood transfusion, blood type and how to sew the wound. This operation is really not something that an ancient man can master.

Why is the identity of the original Lord so strange?

She will, the original Lord will, the original Lord like, she also like!

Why is that?

Like her, she's a cross? And a doctor? Irene laughs, and the walkers cross into the same body. Is there such a coincidence in the world?

"You said, I was poisoned by people, so I had no memory, right?" Irene needs to make sure that the original Lord is not dead.

"Yes, you will remember everything when the demagogues and poisons are removed!" Rather fold face affirmative answer.

"That means I'm not dead!" Irene said to herself.

"Fengyin can't kill you. Even if you die, he will try to save you. You are very important to mujin!" Rather fold face very firm say.

When Feng Yin kills Wei iris in front of her, Mu Jin in the back can lose control and die with Feng Yin.

All mujin's plans are based on the establishment that Wei iris is still alive. If Wei iris dies, all mujin's plans will not be established.

So the original Lord is not dead? Wei iris thought about it seriously. Even in a moment, she came across it. But it was because of the poison of wind singing that her memory in ancient times disappeared, that is, the memory of the original owner disappeared, but her own memory did not disappear.

But soon, Irene gave up the idea and laughed at herself for being a little silly or even thinking too much.

"What's your relationship with mujin?" Irene asked, looking at Ning.

Ning Fuyan thought for a moment: "it doesn't matter, it's just to know!"

"Then you just took my hand and were seen by them. Aren't you afraid that they would tell the Lord?"

Rather break Yan but smile: "Mu Jin won't care about a dead man!"

"What dead man?" Irene doesn't understand. His hands are warm.

Ning Fuyan grabs Wei iris's hand and puts it on her chest. After a pause of a few seconds, Irene looks serious and wants to take her hand back. She can't feel his heartbeat at all.

"Zheyan died five years ago. She should have been in the same place as ordinary people, but she is different from ordinary people. She wants to die. She only burns with fire. So now, zheyan is not a person, but a person's body." Ning Fuyan doesn't mind telling Wei that.

After all, he is not a real person, not even a ghost, but a ghost, and white point is a monster!

Irene stared at Ning Fuyan in front of her eyes, no wonder his eyes were always so sad. Even though she smiled brightly, there was still a lingering haze.

"But you have the temperature!" Irene touched the folded face's arm. There was really a temperature, but there was no heartbeat or breath.

Just like a normal person!

"Because there are shadow beads, if there are no shadow beads, even the moonlight will be afraid of the folding face, let alone the temperature!" Ning Fuyan smiles again. He always smiles like this.