The Favored Medical Princess

"Ah—" Yimei couldn't help but turn pale, and opened her mouth to call for help.

Not so with Nangong Yue.In her previous life, she went from the crown princess to the queen, and it was not smooth sailing. She suffered dozens of assassinations before and after, and her mentality was not comparable to that of ordinary women.She quickly calmed down and whispered to Yi Mei, "Don't make a sound."

This drink was so frightened that Yimei immediately fell silent, and the driver outside already felt the strangeness and asked: "Miss San, Miss Yimei, are you all right?"

Nangong Yue gave Yimei a reassuring look, and said softly, "Tell him we're fine."

Yi Mei's face was as pale as paper, but she still took a deep breath and tried to calm down, "Uncle Laifu, the third girl and I are fine." Her voice was still a little trembling, but it was not clear in the slightly bumpy carriage.

The masked boy's deep eyes stared at the two of them for a moment, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The black cloak in the boy's arms exudes a faint smell of blood. As a doctor, Nangong Yue has a very keen sense of smell, and can't help but frown.She took out a silver needle from her bosom and plunged it into the other's hole decisively to stop the bleeding.

This is the first time I have used this silver needle since I got it. I didn't expect it to be used on an unknown thief to stop the bleeding!

The masked boy was stunned for a moment. He thought that Nangong Yue and her maid were just ordinary weak women, but he didn't want Nangong Yue to take action so quickly.

"what are you doing?"

The boy's black eyes became darker and sharper, and the gleaming sword edge immediately pointed at Nangong Yue's throat, but was stopped by a weak voice: "Little Si...don't..."

"Master, how are you?" The young man looked at the black cloak eagerly.

The black cloak reluctantly stood up, and the cap of the cloak fell down. It was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked extremely handsome, and his facial features were perfect like a masterpiece of God, but his complexion was white and blue, and he looked dead , Even breathing is extremely weak, if you don't look closely, you almost think he has stopped breathing.Half of his right hand was exposed from under the cloak, and the ten fingers were withered, the nails were black, and the knuckles were swollen and deformed.

What was even more shocking was that his exposed face and neck were covered with freshly scabbed scars, which seemed really shocking.

The sick son said with difficulty: "Little Si, this... girl is kind enough to help me stop the bleeding!"

Hearing this, the boy not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but looked at Nangong Yue more alertly.

The injection just now, if she wants to kill the son, if the place where the needle is pierced is a dead end, then...

The boy's black eyes became darker and sharper, like a sharp sword that was about to pierce Nangong Yue. "Why did you help my son to stop the bleeding?"

If Nangong Yuejiao was weak, she would be scared to faint, but she is Nangong Yue after all, so she looked at each other without fear, and said slowly, "Your son's body smells very bloody." She also had to worry about it. !Although she didn't know why the masked boy and his master were being pursued by Jin Yiwei, since Jin Yiwei went out, he would never give up easily. That is to say, Jin Yiwei might catch up and search their carriages later. The smell of blood permeated the entire carriage. Even if they left, her innocence might not be clear... Otherwise, she is not a bad person, so why stop the bleeding for an unknown thief!

The young man was stunned and wanted to understand.And the sick son was still able to laugh and said sincerely, "Thank you."