Rebirth of a Female General

Qin Muzhen's words made Guo Jia a little confused, so after glancing at him, Guo Jia hugged Yan Qing and dragged him up a bit, letting Yan Qing's neck rest on his arms, leaning slightly.

"Okay."

Qin Muzhen nodded her head, but when she stepped forward, she squeezed Yan Qing's face, pressed her chin hard with her hand, and poured it down for her with the medicine bowl in her hand.

When the medicine in the bowl was at the bottom, he let go, wiped the medicine stain on Yan Qing's mouth with his sleeve, and explained to the stunned Guo Jia, "This kind of stubborn person has lost consciousness. Pry open their mouths and pour the medicine in."

Whether it's his actions or the tone of his speech, Guo Jia has a feeling of familiarity, as if he has done it many times, but his attitude is a bit strange.

Instead, it gave her a feeling that she had angered her father in the past, but her father wanted to fix her but was reluctant, and in the end she could only sulk and ignore others.

Maybe this Qin Muzhen is the elder of the Qin family Yan Qing?
Guo Jia looked at Qin Muzhen's back and guessed, but she didn't expect the man to turn around when he reached the door, which made her heart skip a beat, and pretended to wipe the blood on Yan Qing's face with a handkerchief, but Yu Guang couldn't help it. He kept glancing towards the door.

In the end, he didn't seem to notice her scrutiny, but just reached the door and turned around to close it.

When the door was closed, Guo Jia breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized that she didn't need to do this to feel guilty.

"Are you going to suffocate me?"

Seeing that the medicine that Hong Zhuang poured on the wound was swallowed by blood in an instant, Guo Jiaxin, who had just received the scissors from her hand, was pulled together.

As Hongzhuang said, she signaled Guo Jia to make way.

Seeing Hongzhuang walking past her with a water basin, Guo Jiacai quickly turned around and walked a few steps, put the stool by the bed before Hongzhuang, opened the window of the outer room a little, and put the brazier inside Moved to the bed and warmed the surroundings.

This blunt words made Guo Jia a little uncomfortable, as if she was about to do something, but was suddenly ordered or reprimanded.

After hastily closing the door, Guo Jia walked quickly to Hong Zhuang's side, and before she put down the water basin, she lifted up the stool she was going to put the basin on, "You were hurt a lot before, right? Let me do it."

Guo Jia hurriedly moved out of the way, but when Hong Zhuang passed by, she caught a glimpse of the bandage protruding from her collar.

Hong Zhuang hesitated for a moment, then pushed the bandage and the wound medicine in front of her, "Treat the other wounds for the general."

"I'm here to treat the general's wound."

Otherwise, she might have collapsed due to excessive blood loss before Qin Muzhen and others came.

"Skin trauma, it's okay."

If such a large wound could not stop the bleeding, Yan Qing might not be able to survive the night!
Seeing that the wound medicine could not stop the bleeding, Hong Zhuang simply put away the wound medicine, pulled out a short knife from his sleeve, wiped it with a handkerchief, passed through the water and walked on the fire again.

Just as Guo Jia walked to the door and opened it, she saw Hong Zhuang holding a water basin and preparing to knock on the door.

She was in a panic and panic all the way, but she forgot that she had reached this warm place. After the wound on this man's body was thawed by the frost and wind, he would continue to bleed.

"I really didn't expect the cold wind in northern Xinjiang to be so strong."

She hurriedly went to pick up the handkerchief, and picked up the wet handkerchief that was getting cold, but she was stunned again, unconsciously clenched the handkerchief tightly, and then turned her head to look at the source of the sound in a daze.

Seeing her looking at him, Guo Jia quickly put down the scissors and asked, "What can I do for you?"

It's just that she just moved the dagger away from the flames, but met Guo Jia's wrinkled face, and the movements of her hands paused.

Yan Qing glanced at her blood-soaked sleeves, but continued with a smile, "But thanks to the cold wind, the wound was frozen."

Guo Jia's nose was sore, her lips trembled, her throat was choked, and she forced a disgusted smile, and said to her, "Are you still laughing at me? Look at you, you can fall down when the wind blows, but it's not like drinking tea on the battlefield." Heroine General."

The wound medicine and bandages are fine. It is estimated that those of them who march and fight are used to carrying some of these things on their bodies.

Just looking at the deep and shallow scars around the crack, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

Yan Qing's hands were frozen like that, and he didn't need to rub the frostbite ointment a few times to dissolve the accumulated blood, so he wouldn't have to use a knife to dance with a gun in the future!
Going around in front of Yan Qing, Guo Jia took out the frostbite ointment from his bosom, took Yan Qing's hand that was holding the gun, and kneaded it while applying the medicine, the gun on the tiger's muzzle cracked again due to the force. She didn't stop either.

Hong Zhuang said so, but she was not polite to her, "If you feel sorry for being idle, you can come and help."

What she said reminded Guo Jia of Qin Muzhen's previous entrustment.

Guo Jia was thinking wildly, but heard a weak and hoarse voice in her ears, which made her tremble suddenly, and the handkerchief in her hand fell onto the quilt without grasping it firmly.

She remembered that when Hongzhuang came in, she had nothing but a basin of water in her hand.

Yan Qing responded to her words with a smile, trying to sit up.

Guo Jia's eyes fell on the scissors in her hand, and she couldn't help but take a second look.

The cold wind blowing in from outside made Guo Jia shiver.

Bearing such an injury, she didn't say a word, turned her head and was involved in the scuffle again.

If she hadn't blocked the knife for herself, her head would have fallen into the snow.

After she finished these and returned to the bed, Hong Zhuang took out a bunch of wound medicine and bandages from nowhere, and cut the clothes on Yan Qing's back with scissors.

Guo Jia hurriedly got up and found a soft pillow for her to lean on. When she retracted her hand, she saw a bright red.

The person leaning on her arms was pale, and his voice was so weak that he could hardly hear it, but he still laughed and teased her, "This stupid look is not like our shrewd and capable Miss Guo with a chest."

Where did she bring the palm-sized scissors?
But as the clothes on Yan Qing's back were cut open, revealing the hideous wound underneath, Guo Jia lost the thought of exploring, staring at the wound where the flesh rolled up, only felt that his back was throbbing. .

Although the red makeup may not mean that.

"Why is this expression on?"

Guo Jia completed her words in her heart, blinked several times, and stood up without turning her head, "I'll get the medicine for you and bandage you."

How many times does it have to be torn to leave so many scars of different shades in the same place?

The longest scar even stretched to the wrist.

Even the newly opened opening, if you look closely, it is also a series of faults, showing that the wound here has been torn and frozen, and then repeated this process over and over again.

In addition to tearing the most serious tiger's mouth, her palm was also worn out.

The damaged skin, the new flesh turned out, and the old calluses made the Guo family do not know where to start every time they rubbed away the frozen blood on her hands, so as to save her from suffering so many crimes.