Godly Farmer Doctor: Arrogant Husband, Can’t Afford to Offend!

A cow was scared, and a few days ago, a good yard, how did it become like this? What about White Sister?

Song Lang pulled his legs and rushed inside. He rushed too fast and ran into a corner at the corner.

The two collided and each stepped back two steps.

When Awu looked up, he saw Song Lang. This face, he would never admit his mistake: "Song Lang? How is it? How are you here?"

Song Lang looked anxious: "What about white? How is she? Does she have anything?"

What Awu suddenly thought of, fluttered to the collar of Song Lang, and asked: "Is this something you did?"

Song Lang pushed him away: "What are you talking about? I just returned to the county. I just knew she lived here. What can I do? What do you think I will do to her?"

Awu is also anxious to say such things. He knows that Song Lang has feelings for Bai Yu and wants to do something that will not hurt her.

Thinking of Song Lang is also a doctor, or a particularly powerful doctor, he rushed forward again, clinging to Song Lang’s arm. “The emperor is injured. Aunt’s mood is unstable. You have to help her. You must help her. ""

Song Lang was in a hurry and just wanted to see the day and see if she was safe.

"Come on me, what else?" Song Lang shouted.

A Wu rushed to lead Song Lang into the inner court. Outside a south-facing bedroom, seven or eight guards dressed in black were standing, all looking dignified.

"Quick and fast, let go." A Wu rushed forward and pushed open the closed door.

The white pheasant sat next to Chu Yu, holding the arrow handle in both hands, his face pale and his hands shivering slightly.

The arrow has been removed, as long as the arrow is pulled out, but she can't force it at this time, let others pull it out and don't worry.

The door was opened and the pace was in a hurry. She didn't look at it. I wanted to be Awu.

One hand held her wrist, warm and powerful, not Awu's hand.

She turned her head and looked at the eyes, familiar and strange, hateful and memorable.

"I will come." Song Lang was soft and soft, and his hand moved to the handle of the arrow. He opened her finger and said, "I come, believe me."

If there is anyone who can convince her now, only Song Lang.

Song Lang is also a good doctor and a drug. If he is there, there must be a rescue in Chu, and there must be a rescue.

Tears fell again, and Yingying’s tears looked at Song Lang: "You must save him, you must save him."

Song Lang nodded: "You can rest assured, I will save him, don't cry." He raised his hand and tried to wipe away the tears on her face. He could lift it up and put it down again.

Xiaoqinghong looked up and took a sip to wipe her face. She saw the blood of her body and asked: "Are you hurt? Where is the injury?"

Bai Hao shook his head: "I am not hurt, I am fine."

Song Lang looked at the location of the wound, about guessing how it hurt, and sighed in his heart.

Chu Yi is the king of a country. For the sake of whiteness, he can still ignore his life and change to be him. Can he do it?

Song Lang Chao Bai said: "Is your medicine box there?"

A Wu was busy putting a silver medicine box in the corner of the house.

Song Lang had previously seen some tools in the white box to treat the wound. He thought that those things were very good, convenient and clean.

Although he has only seen it once, he is confident that he can use those tools.

Pull arrows, stop bleeding, and suture.

Although it was the first time to do it, it was very skilled and skillful. Even Bai Yan doubted whether he was wearing modern people.

Song Lang said: "I have also learned some in surgery. Although the tools are not the same as you, there are always some similarities. I have always been able to think of these things in these years. After pondering them, I will be able to integrate them."