Prison of Black Wounds

As the smoke rose, he couldn't find a topic for a while, and it was even more impossible for the person opposite to speak first. He just lowered his head slightly, his messy bangs covered most of his face, and he couldn't see his expression at all.

Long Yan said that Qian Zhen no longer had any effect on him, that is to say, he gradually had the same emotions as ordinary people, with sadness and joy, even when he didn't know the pain, would he honestly cry out for pain?

And facing his own past, how does he think about it?

Nasser opened his lips slightly, and some words had rushed to his lips, but he swallowed them back abruptly.

In any case, their focus should stop here.

Just like that, neither of them spoke. The silence made the atmosphere awkward. Naser frowned as he watched his hand holding the cup. The cup of tea must have been cold long ago, but the other party didn't seem to drink it. Meaning, and I have already had my fourth cup of tea.

"Hey……"

With a sigh, Naser caught the tiny tremors from those scarred fingers, and inexplicably touched Naser's heart. At some point, Naser gently stroked his hair with his fingertips. His drooping head sank suddenly, Naser was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing, the other party raised his head suddenly, looking at him nervously, but his eyesight which had not fully recovered could not catch the focus for a while. Obviously a little at a loss, this appearance is actually a little...cute?

Nasser cleared his throat in embarrassment and asked, "Bored?"

"Do not……"

Obviously bored enough to doze off, right?

Naser's mood suddenly became clear. In fact, there are really many things I want to say to him, but it is not a bad thing not to ask or talk about some things. If it is difficult to remember, why bother to let the other party remember?

"How's your injury?"

"It's been... a lot..."

His voice was still hoarse, and it took some effort to speak. Long Yan said that his ligament had been injured, and he had not received good treatment. He was still suffering from inflammation, and it might not heal in the future.

"Where are the eyes? Can you see me?"

The slightly lowered head nodded lightly: "It's much better than before..."

"That's good. You can take a good rest here in Longyan. The medicinal materials here are the most complete. When you recover..."

Speaking of this, Naser raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on his hands covered with scars, he knew that there were many more serious marks on his body, and they would fade as time went by , but it will not disappear, so what about the hurt in the heart?

"I see that Long Yan was recommending his new cosmetic ointment to the maid before. I wonder if he can cure your scars as well."

Nasser said jokingly, but his hands could not help but lightly hold his cold hands, subconsciously covering them in his palms to try to warm them.

But the trembling from under his palm became more obvious. Naser wanted to ask him what's the matter, but he opened his mouth, swallowed the words inexplicably, and withdrew his hand.

"There is a small courtyard ten miles outside the city of wounds. I have asked someone to take care of it. You can go there when the time comes. I will arrange some people to go there. You just..."

"Thank you."

Nassar's words were abruptly stopped, but he was not angry, because what he said was not important.

"Thank me for what? I treated you so well before, and you still thank me?"

Nasser's narrowed gaze landed on his faintly exposed pale lips. For some reason, every word he uttered from there inexplicably made his heart ache, because of sympathy and pity?

"We are enemies... You can obviously ignore me..."

Can't do it!

Naser's eyes widened in surprise, and he raised his hand to cover his mouth in disbelief, swallowing back the three words that he almost blurted out just now.

Fortunately, the other party's eyesight is not good, otherwise he would definitely be able to see Naser's distressed appearance at the moment. He suddenly felt that he could not stay any longer, so he stood up and said goodbye to him.

"In short, take good care of yourself, tell Long Yan if you need anything, and don't say whether the enemy is an enemy or not, I know everything about you, Old King Wushang has poisoned you and those ghost soldiers Cup, you are just like them! You are all victims!"

So I sympathize with you, that's all.

Nassar strode across the threshold, but a hoarse voice sounded from behind him again, saying "Thank you."

Naser's footsteps paused, but did not stop. It was not until the second "Thank you" sounded that Naser said slowly: "I know..."

"Then, Lord Nasser, please don't come here again."

"..."

It was only when Naser returned to his residence that he suddenly remembered that he could get angry when he heard this sentence. That was Long Yan's place, and Long Yan was his good friend and best friend. Why should he limit himself as a former prisoner? come and go?

Although he thought so, Naser was so depressed that he didn't go to see his beloved "Ran" for several days. He was busy dealing with government affairs and listening to the nagging of the elders and Chu Man every day. It took half a month. Time to digest that person's words.

17

"How? Have you regained consciousness?"

"Not yet..."

The maid stood by the side helplessly, holding a basin of water stained red with blood in her hand.

There are more than a dozen heaters piled up in the small room. The medicine pots on the stoves are constantly smoking, and the whole room is filled with a strong smell of herbs. However, the people on the bed still have cold hands and feet, and their thin and pale bodies sometimes Convulsions and convulsions, consciousness drifts forever outside the soul.

The wound that had just been put on the new medicine started to ooze blood in a short while, and red flowers bloomed on the white gauze. Long Yan didn't need to put on clothes for him at all, because he needed to cover up all the wounds all over his body at any time New gauze, even so, even if the pain is blurred, the person on the bed still stubbornly endured it, only occasionally making a few low-pitched groans, and even the maid in charge of taking care of her couldn't help but show sympathy and pity.

It is better to die than to live so hard, but it is Wang Ling and his own obsession to keep him alive.

Long Yan took the clean towel and gently wiped off layers of sweat for the unconscious person, and said to the maid next to him, "Go and change the hot water."

It has been more than half a month since Naser came to the pharmacy last time, and the person on the bed has also been in a dazed sleep for more than half a month, occasionally waking up and murmuring that name unconsciously.

In fact, except for the day when Nasser came, he never really woke up the rest of the time.

On that battlefield, Naser was seriously injured by Wujin's arrow. Although the arrow was pulled out in time, it inevitably hurt the internal organs. If the curse seal was not activated, the wound was transferred to this person, and it would probably take less than half a year. It is impossible to heal the wound, but what he accepts is not only the wound, but all the big and small wounds. In addition, the medicine in his body has failed, and the wounds suppressed by the internal force and medicine before have all reopened. Some even deteriorate rapidly and rot.

That night was simply a nightmare for Long Yan, he didn't care about other people including Nasser, and he obviously just let him die like this all the time, but when it came to a critical moment, he began to act like a woman.

No matter what, he couldn't let him die in such an unclear manner, otherwise not only Long Yan himself would regret it, but Naser would also regret it.

Langyuan City is a place with changeable weather. It is hot during the day and cold and humid at night. It is not suitable for recuperation at all. It will only accelerate the loss of life there, and there is no medicinal material that can cure him. His body has long been eroded by the medicine. He was very weak, and some wounds had begun to inflame and fester. Although Long Yan gritted his teeth and scraped off the carrion for him, the inflammation did not get better, so he did not hesitate to turn against Chu Man and take him back to the city on a fast horse.

In this way, after more than ten days of treatment, although the effect was negligible, the injuries on his body finally gradually improved.

At least before Nasser came, this person was in a coma, and even if he woke up occasionally, his consciousness was never clear.

Long Yan didn't think he could get up to meet Naser, it could be said that it was impossible, but fortunately Chu Man "sent" a "Ran" to Naser, and Naser didn't know why, since he met "Ran", he never said anything. Don't mention this matter, Long Yan doesn't want to go into it. If Naser just forgets him like this, it's not a bad thing. Anyway, if he is saved, he will be saved for himself. If he can't be saved... Anyway, he has been forgotten .

Unexpectedly, a few days later, when he was changing his dressing, he inadvertently mentioned "Nather said he wanted to see you", and the man slowly opened his eyes after a painful struggle.

Long Yan looked at him incredulously, stretched out his hand and waved in front of him, although his eyes were blank, he seemed to be able to see something, and even reacted to his behavior.

"You, you're awake!?" Long Yan exclaimed in surprise, because judging from his diagnosis, it's impossible to wake up now, not only that, but his consciousness is also very clear.

"medicine……"

But his body was still very weak, and he seemed to be exhaling even when he spoke, and just one word seemed to take all his strength.

The recovery of consciousness also means that he must bear the pain of the body in a conscious state.

Almost all of his body has problems from the internal organs to the epidermis, especially the intestines that have been seriously injured. Even drinking saliva makes him extremely painful, which is unimaginable pain for ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Long Yan felt that it would be better not to regain consciousness.

"Being able to regain consciousness means that you will get better. After drinking the medicine, you can sleep for a while."

When Long Yan was holding the calming and healing medicine and was about to feed him, but he pursed his lips tightly, panting in pain, with an expression that he would never drink the medicine.

"What's the matter?" Long Yan looked at him puzzled, then smiled, "You don't mean to be afraid of suffering, do you?"