Chapter 242

Zhao Xiaoling wants to say that you didn't move how to apply the medicine. Then he Qing takes the medicine bottle and sprinkles the medicine directly on her wound.

Lying trough, he doesn't take off his clothes at all, doesn't he? Does this work? Although the clothes were cut, but if you don't move the clothes, the medicine can't be all on the wound, right?

Want to return to think, and green on a medicine, continue to other places.

Zhao Xiaoling saw him like this and immediately said, "I don't need you to help me with the medicine. I can do it myself." She was afraid that she would not be able to get out of bed for ten days and a half months, maybe even longer, because the injury had not been cured

And green picked pick eyebrow, see to her, "since you can go up by yourself, that go up by yourself."

The words fall, the medicine bottle throws to her body to intend to leave.

Zhao Xiaoling called him, "wait a minute."

"What's the matter, say it." He is not polite at all.

Zhao Xiaoling took a breath and slowly said, "I hope you can help me get water. I want to deal with the wound."

He Qing didn't make a sound, so he left.

Zhao Xiaoling waited so quietly. After a while, he Qing came in with a basin of water.

After putting the water on, he left the room without expression.

Seeing him go away, Zhao Xiaoling took a breath, took off his clothes and wiped the wound for himself.

She can apply medicine to almost all wounds on her body. The only difference is that it is good or bad.

However, Zhao Xiaoling deeply thinks that it doesn't matter if he doesn't get on well. After all, the wounds where he can't get on must be unimportant. Even if he recovers slowly, he can survive.

It's hard for Zhao Xiaoling to apply the medicine himself. When he finished, he felt that he was paralyzed. He didn't want to move at all. No, he didn't even have the strength to move.

She took a deep breath and wondered in her heart whether she could live long enough to cook?

After lying for half a day, Zhao Xiaoling suddenly doubts her own idea. Now she can go to the toilet, take medicine, and get out of bed. Can't she get out of bed and cook? She does not want anything good to eat, as long as there is a little rice belly on the line, so it should be very easy, no trouble, right?

Moreover, if she really gets out of bed and faints, or what happens, he doesn't believe that he Qing won't save her. Maybe he will give her something to eat because it will be troublesome.

The mind falls like this, Zhao Xiaoling pursed lip petal, slowly climb out of bed to walk toward outside.

She was in pain everywhere, but she walked out of the room with perseverance.

Out of the room, Zhao Xiaoling hissed and continued to walk with the wall.

After a few steps, he heard a cool voice, "what are you doing?"

He was standing not far away, looking idle.

Zhao Xiaoling twisted his eyebrows and said, "I'm going to cook."

He Qing laughs, "do you cook like this?"

"I don't want to starve to death. Even if I get worse, it's better than starvation. Starvation is too painful." She answered calmly.

Leaving the words, he found the direction of the kitchen and went straight to the direction of the kitchen.

He Qingleng glares at her, and doesn't stop her, so she moves towards the kitchen step by step.

Zhao Xiaoling never thought it would be so difficult to walk. Fortunately, after she had spent a lot of effort, she went to the kitchen.

When she got to the kitchen, she looked at the kitchen. There were ingredients and rice in it.

Fortunately, there is something to do here, otherwise she would be crazy. She finally came here and found that she had nothing to eat. What kind of feeling is it? Will it collapse?

After washing the rice a little, Zhao Xiaoling put the rice in the pot, and then went to the stove to cook.

In less than two quarters of an hour, the rice was cooked. Zhao Xiaoling slowly moved to the kitchen to fill a bowl of rice for himself, and then ate it on the spot.

She is very hungry, smell rice, immediately straight swallow saliva, if not too hot, she would like to directly into the abdomen.

He Qing is idle. After she has finished cooking, she goes to the kitchen to have a look at her and says coldly, "since you can cook, then you can cook three meals a day for me."

As soon as Zhao Xiaoling's face changed, he looked at him and said, "what did you say?"

Cook for him? Is he a little bit too hard? She is not good, he let her cook, even if they eat, even if she made him to eat!

And green cold eyes scan her, voice is cold, "my words are not clear enough? Do you want me to say it again? "

Zhao Xiaoling could feel the killing intention in his words. She swallowed her saliva and said in a low voice, "elder brother, you can at least let me take care of my injury for two days before cooking. I can make it for myself because I can eat anything. I can make do with it, but I can't make it for you, can I? If you don't mind having dinner with me, I can do it, too. "

"Can't you cook?" He Qing asked.

Zhao Xiaoling shook his head, "my wound is very painful. I have no ability to cook."He Qing frowned, his eyes nodded slightly, "I'll give you three days to heal. If you can't cook for three days, I'll leave you to feed the dog."

Zhao Xiaoling did not dare to be angry or say anything. He answered softly.

He Qing didn't stop much and left.

After he left, Zhao Xiaoling continued to eat. She decided to eat more. In this way, she could carry it for a long time, so that she would not have to work so hard to get up and cook. The wound on her body should have been opened because of her actions.

After dinner, Zhao Xiaoling moved slowly towards the room.

Entering the room and lying on the bed, Zhao Xiaoling seemed to take off his strength and could not move any more.

She took a deep breath and went straight to sleep.

I don't know if it's because I'm too tired or something. Zhao Xiaoling sleeps and wakes up again. It seems that it's still morning.

It's been a day and a night?

After watching the sky, Zhao Xiaoling muttered in his heart.

She thought, took off her clothes and looked at the wound.

I didn't take any medicine for a day. The wound seems to have recovered well. It's scabby.

I don't know that after a few days, the wound on my body has recovered so well. My recovery ability is really good.

After sighing, Zhao Xiaoling carefully put on the medicine for himself.

On the medicine, the knock on the door sounded.

Zhao Xiaoling immediately said, "don't come in."

The people outside didn't mean to push the door directly. They stopped knocking and left.

Half an hour later, he Qing came knocking on the door again.

Zhao Xiaoling had already taken medicine for herself. She was lying and resting. Hearing the sound, she looked at the door and spat out two words, "come in."

He Qing pushes the door in.

Into the room, he took a look at Zhao Xiaoling, seems to be looking at her, finally to her mouth, "you are still alive, very good."