Chapter 8 Haoyue Frost Light Art(2/2)
The battle just now seemed easy, but in fact it was extremely dangerous and life was hanging by a thread.
"Are you OK?"
Luo Yuer ran up and saw those hands:
"your hands!
Was it injured by the monster?
I know some medical skills, let me see."
She grabbed Zhao Han's hand and looked at it carefully while feeling for his pulse, her technique was very skillful.
The river breeze was blowing, and Zhao Han looked at the beautiful girl holding his hands in front of him. Her big, round eyes looked so concerned and serious.
Zhao Han smiled faintly.
Suddenly, there was a kind of vicissitude in his eyes that was very inconsistent with his age.
wrong.
Luo Yuer suddenly woke up.
He was so close to Zhao Han, holding his hand tightly, and the young man's body temperature could still be faintly felt on it.
She quickly let go and said, "I am strong, so I won't hurt you, right?"
"It hurts." Zhao Han said.
"Are you feeling distressed again?"
"My heart doesn't hurt. It hurts just here, here, and all over my body. You can just squeeze it a few more times and it will be fine."
"…Stop joking.
Your internal organs are fine, but external injuries should not be taken lightly. I will bandage you later, and when you get ashore, I will apply some herbs on it."
"Thank you so much, Great Doctor Luo, and please accept my hug from Zhao Han."
"roll……"
The two of them were talking as if the dangerous battle just now had never happened.
The middle-aged man in a long gown looked at the man and woman and smiled calmly.
Chapter completed!