Xiang Ying frowned: "What's wrong? I saved the life of the Military Doctor, my favor not worth your horse?"
Jie Chen and everyone around were stunned.
They turned around and saw Jie Chen's horse not far behind him, pawing the ground with its forehoof.
Xiang Ying had long wanted a horse to pull a cart.
After all, the wooden plank Xiang Li was lying on was too crude.
With a horse-drawn cart, the children could also sit and rest atop it.
Jie Chen pursed his thin lips.
So what she wanted was a horse.
"You go ahead and try to save him. If you succeed, then we can discuss this. If you fail, don't blame me for being unkind." His voice was cold, his thin eyes seething with mercilessness.
Xiang Ying squatted down, borrowing the Military Doctor's silver needle, and a small knife from scar face.
"Military Doctor, are you afraid of pain?"
"I am!" The Military Doctor trembled.
Xiang Ying's phoenix eyes narrowed: "Afraid? Then you'll have to endure."
