After exposing the vest, she became a god overnight

Song Jing sent Shiyan back to Xueyuan.

"I'll call you back after lunch."

"No, I won't go over for lunch." Shi Yan stretched out his hand towards Song Jing's head, and Song Jing tilted his head slightly.

"what happened?"

Shi Yan tore a pine needle from her hair, "There is something."

"Thank you." Song Jing took a step back, "Then I'll bring you lunch."

"Don't be so troublesome."

"No trouble, you rest first." Song Jing turned and left.

Shi Yan stood by the door and watched her walk away, silently wryly smiling.

He still can't stay with Song Jing like this, it's too easy to be greedy, and Song Jing may be able to see who he is unconsciously.

For the next two days, Shi Yan refused Song Jing's invitation on the grounds that he was not feeling well, and waited in the room for Lu Xi to make final preparations.

Song Jing came to Xueyuan several times, but he couldn't see anyone.

Song Jing suspected that Mr. Su was avoiding her.

"Junior Sister, Mr. Su is ready, let's go." Qi Qing knocked on the door.

Song Jing opened the door, "Brother, did Mr. Su really do it voluntarily? Why do I feel like he is avoiding me on purpose."

"You know Mr. Su's physical condition. He should be really uncomfortable. He didn't avoid you on purpose." Qi Qing smiled, "Don't think about it. We all know your concerns. If Mr. Su doesn't do it voluntarily, we I won't force him either."

"Don't disappoint Mr. Su's kindness."

"Eldest brother, I..." Song Jing still hesitated.

"Don't be nervous." Qi Qing still held a porcelain bottle in his hand, "This is your third senior sister's new calming tea. If you feel restless, drink some."

Song Jing didn't think much about it, took it over and unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, "Sweet, with a little fragrance, taste... taste..."

Song Jing's vision began to blur, and his body fell backwards.

"Junior Sister, I'm sorry." Qi Qing reached out to catch Song Jing.

Qi Qing picked up Song Jing and sent him to the treatment room. Lu Xi and Shi Yan were already in the room.

"Quickly, put Xiaojing on the ice jade bed." Lu Xi stepped aside.

"Brother, let me let it go."

When Shi Yan stepped forward, Qi Qing glanced at him and handed Song Jing into his hands.

Shi Yan took over Song Jing, smiled, and said to himself: "It's lighter than before, no matter how you raise it, you can't afford two taels of meat. It's hard to raise it heavier, and it's lighter when you come back from a mission."

Lu Xi and Qi Qing looked at each other, and they both saw the unbearable in each other's eyes.

Shi Yan carefully placed Song Jing on the ice jade bed, stroked the broken hair on her forehead, bowed her head and kissed her lightly.

"Finally, I can see you like this."

Song Jing lay unconscious on the bed, she seemed to be in a chaotic dream, she was very flustered, she always wanted to reach out and grab something, but she couldn't grab anything.

The ice jade bed is wide enough for two people lying side by side without any problem.

Shi Yan lay down next to Song Jing, holding Song Jing's hand.

"Master, senior brother, come on."

"Ayan, your blood needs to be active when it is exchanged into Xiaojing's body, so if you are awake, are you sure you are no longer ready?" Lu Xi asked.

"I'm ready."

Shi Yan turned his head to glance at Song Jing, and smiled, "Only by experiencing it myself, can I know what kind of torture she endured before."

Lu Xi sighed, "Then let's start. Yan, you swallow this pill."

When Shi Yan took the pill in his mouth, Lu Xi and Qi Qing started to do the next move.

Blood exchange sounds scary, but it is actually similar to blood transfusion in a hospital.

Anyway, Shi Yan was awake the whole time, and felt that it was not much different from a blood transfusion in the hospital. The only difference might be the bone-chilling coldness brought about by the loss of blood in the body.

Without this coldness, he wouldn't even feel the exchange of his own blood with Song Jing's.

Shi Yan thought to himself, maybe the situation is not as bad as he thought at first.

Gradually, the blood's rejection of the new body begins.

Shi Yan felt that his body was densely packed, as if being bitten by countless insects.It was as if these bugs had flowed into Song Jing's body with his blood.

The dense pain intensified as more and more blood was exchanged, turning into a severe pain where every inch of bone was crushed.

Every time Song Jing had an illness before, did he experience such torture?

How on earth did she manage to bear it without saying a word in such severe pain that she wished to die to be relieved?

With the pill in his mouth, Shi Yan gritted his teeth tightly, feeling so sorry for Song Jing.

At the beginning, Shi Yan was still able to maintain his sanity and sanity, but the further he went, the more chaotic his sanity became, and he could only hold on to prevent himself from passing out.

I don't know how long it took, but Shi Yan felt that he was getting more and more irritable, and his whole body seemed to be thrown into a scalding purgatory. The uncontrollable mania writhed uncontrollably in his chest, and he became more and more anxious. He really wanted to find someone vent outlet.

Shi Yan was thinking in a daze, he is now experiencing the feeling of Song Jing's illness, right?

Only with personal experience, are you qualified to speak out for her!

"Shi Yan, there's one more thing, you can't fall asleep." Qi Qing's voice sounded, it seemed to Shi Yan that the voice was far away in the sky, and it was even faintly audible, but Shi Yan still opened his eyes suddenly.

Shi Yan's eyes were red as if stained with blood, his eyes and between his brows were full of mania surging from his chest.

"Now I will walk the needle for you and suppress the mania of fever for you."

Qi Qing explained, "The symptoms you have now are the symptoms of my junior sister's illness, but they are more special. After all, the blood has just been changed, and I have to wait for the new blood to adapt to your body before I can use blood gu to give you a temporary cure. Hyperthermia."

"Okay." Shi Yan said, his voice hoarse as if there were countless gravel in his throat.

Unbearable flashed across Qi Qing's eyes, and the hand that used the needle was a little gentler.

The body was covered with silver needles, Shi Yan finally felt that the dryness surging in his chest with nowhere to vent gradually calmed down.

Shi Yan moved his fingers, regained consciousness, slowly squeezed Song Jing's hand again, and turned his head to look at her, "It was really hard for you before."

"It only happened once, and I thought about dying. How did you endure it again and again?"

Now Shi Yan finally understands why Song Jing always has a suppressed temper and looks very difficult to provoke.

After experiencing this kind of depression, it is impossible for the gods of Da Luo to have a good temper.

But Song Jing just looked a little colder, and his self-control ability was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Song Jing was still asleep, of course it was impossible to answer Shi Yan's question, but her brows were furrowed, as if she was sleepy and restless.

Shi Yan really wanted to smooth the wrinkles between her brows, but moved his fingers, but he really didn't have the strength to raise his arms, so he could only sigh and said softly, "Don't be afraid, just a little more will be fine."

"You won't be in pain in the future, and you won't be in pain again."