A scholar’s ​​path to becoming a god

"Senior Brother, let's get down quickly!" Sheng Zhiyu helped up the seriously injured Song Qiran and jumped down.

The secret passage above restored itself.

"Are you okay?" Sheng Zhiyu looked at Song Qiran who was covered in blood, with a hint of worry in his tone.

"If I die now, will you always remember me?" Song Qiran smiled, with a complicated expression on his handsome face.

Sheng Zhiyu felt a strange feeling in his heart, but he didn't dare to think about it: "Don't talk nonsense, you are a doctor, you will be fine!"

"It happened so suddenly. I didn't bring any hemostatic medicine with me..." Song Qiran said weakly.

"With your ability, self-protection is not a problem. Why do you come to me?" Sheng Zhiyu asked.

Song Qiran looked at Sheng Zhiyu's face with gentle eyes: "Because I like you. Even if I am asking for trouble, I still like you."

"Elder brother, are you...are you kidding me?" Sheng Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond to him.

Song Qiran always gave her the impression of a mature and steady elder brother, and she had never shown such strong feelings.

Song Qiran smiled: "At this time, what should I lie to you for?"

"Stop talking yet, save your energy, I won't let you die." Sheng Zhiyu paused and said.

Song Qiran nodded and leaned against the stone wall of the secret passage: "I'm so tired. I'll take a nap."

"Well, it's okay to sleep for a while, but don't fall asleep." Sheng Zhiyu held his hand.

Song Qiran stopped moving, probably because the injury was too serious.

Fortunately, his palms were still warm, and Sheng Zhiyu could tell that he was still alive.

Sheng Zhiyu looked at the secret passage and saw that there was still a road ahead, but he didn't know where it would lead. But Song Qiran's current situation obviously cannot be moved any further.

Time passed by minute by second. I don’t know how long it had passed before Qi Heyi’s voice came from outside: “Senior sister, senior sister, are you there?”

"Qi Heyi, I'm here!" Sheng Zhiyu didn't know how to get out of the secret passage, so he could only shout loudly.

The door of the secret passage opened, Qi Heyi's figure appeared above, and he saw Song Qiran: "Is Brother Song injured?"

Sheng Zhiyu said: "Take him out first, he is seriously injured."

Qi Heyi took Song Qiran, pulled him out, and then stretched out his hand towards Sheng Zhiyu: "It seems that the major families have suffered heavy losses, and the emperor has sent people to investigate."

"Let's not talk about this for now. Send senior brother to the hospital quickly. If it's too late, he will die." Sheng Zhiyu saw that Song Qiran had fallen into a coma and was very anxious.

"The medical clinics are all closed," Qi Heyi said.

"Then send him to the palace." Sheng Zhiyu said.

Sheng Zhiyu was pulled out of the secret passage by Qi Heyi and immediately went to check Song Qiran's injury.

His lips turned purple, as if he had been poisoned.

"Oops, the previous secret label was poisonous." Sheng Zhiyu's heart sank and he was about to carry Song Qiran's back.

"Senior, I'll do it." Qi Heyi lifted Song Qiran up.

At this time, Duke Li's mansion was in ruins. Duke Li was not dead, but he was also seriously injured.

In order not to delay the trip, Sheng Zhiyu directly packed Song Qiran and Duke Li into the carriage.

When they arrived at the palace, the emperor immediately sent an imperial doctor to treat Song Qiran and Li Guogong.

Ruan Lu came after hearing the news: "I was scared to death. You don't know how many assassins there were at that time. Fortunately, I returned to the palace safely. What happened to Song Qiran? He was injured like this?"

Sheng Zhiyu looked at Ruan Lu who was unharmed and speculated that this wave of assassins was aimed at her.

Song Qiran was implicated by her. If something happened to him, Sheng Zhiyu would never be able to forgive himself in his life.

Duke Li only suffered superficial injuries. Although he was still unconscious, he was out of danger.

But Song Qiran's condition was not good. He had lost too much blood, and due to the poisoning, his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

"Master Li, how is he? Can he be rescued?" Sheng Zhiyu looked at Dr. Li who came out and hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Well, I'm afraid Master Song is in trouble. We can only try our best to save him now. If he doesn't wake up after tonight, then I will be unable to save him."

Doctor Li sighed,

"Master Song is young and promising, with superb medical skills. It's a pity that he couldn't save himself. It's really..."

Sheng Zhiyu was stunned, then slowly walked into the inner room and walked to Song Qiran's bedside.

"Elder brother, don't die, don't let anything happen." Sheng Zhiyu's eyes were moist.

She has some affection for Song Qiran, after all, he is indeed the mature and steady type she likes.

It's just that Song Qiran was too caring and not close enough to her. He was just like an ordinary senior brother, never exceeding the rules.

At this moment, Song Qiran confessed to her. It would be a lie to say that she didn't feel anything in her heart.

But she didn't know what this feeling was.

No matter what, Song Qiran was trying to save her, and she could never let anything happen to Song Qiran.

Suddenly, Sheng Zhiyu thought of the sacred blood.

Her blood is usually used to treat trauma, but I wonder if it can resolve the symptoms of poisoning.

At this point, all we can do is give it a try.

Sheng Zhiyu cut his wrist, dripped blood into a bowl, and fed it to Song Qiran.

But Song Qiran had fallen into a coma and couldn't drink at all.

Sheng Zhiyu was very cruel, put the blood in the bowl into his mouth, and then covered Song Qiran's lips.

After several struggles, Song Qiran finally drank it.

Sheng Zhiyu barely dared to look away from Song Qiran. Finally, in the early morning, Song Qiran spit out a mouthful of black blood.

Sheng Zhiyu immediately shouted: "His complexion seems to be better. Doctor Li! Doctor Li!"

Doctor Li was quickly called back, took Song Qiran's pulse, and said in surprise: "I have been practicing medicine for decades, and I have never seen such a miracle. It seems that Lord Song has his own destiny!"

Sheng Zhiyu himself was also injured. Hearing that Song Qiran was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and then fainted.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying on a soft bed.

"Junior sister, are you awake?" Song Qiran sat beside her bed, obviously relieved to see her wake up.

Ruan Lu's voice also came: "Sheng Zhiyu, it turns out you were so seriously injured, why didn't you say a word? It really scared me to death!"

Sheng Zhiyu sat up, feeling a little dizzy: "How long have I been dizzy?"

Ruan Lu said: "It's been a whole day. Fortunately, you have already fasted, otherwise you would have starved to death."

Sheng Zhiyu rubbed his head and looked at Song Qiran: "Elder brother, are you okay?"

Song Qiran's eyes were gentle, with a hint of indescribable emotion: "It's okay now, thanks to your blood."

Ruan Lu hesitated to speak.

"Xiao Lu, what happened?" Sheng Zhiyu asked.

Ruan Lu hesitated for a moment: "I told you not to get excited, but I think I heard that there was a traitor mixed up in the army and drugging the war horses..."

Sheng Zhiyu was shocked. War horses are the main force on the battlefield. If something goes wrong, Qin Tian will be in trouble.

"Don't worry, Qin Tian's profile picture is on, he's not dead yet." Song Qiran comforted him, obviously knowing about this.

Sheng Zhiyu was not comforted at all: "What's going on?"

Ruan Lu gritted her teeth and said: "King Zhao is not yet the power in Beijing. He has left a hidden stake in the army before, just waiting for the critical moment to respond internally and externally."

Sheng Zhiyu struggled to get out of bed.

"What are you going to do?" Ruan Lu asked.

Sheng Zhiyu said: "Go find Qin Tian."