Prison of Black Wounds

With waves of pain.

Looking at the light yellow concoction in the bowl, Long Yan suddenly thought of a possibility, and finally sighed helplessly: "Do you want to see Naser?"

The person in his arms narrowed his eyes slowly and nodded slightly.

"No wonder you suddenly regained consciousness. It's because I told you Nasir was coming, so you... But do you know your current physical condition?"

Still nodding slightly.

Long Yan laughed, his body belonged to him, who could know his pain better than himself?

"I understand."

However, Naser had no idea how much effort this man had to make himself stand at the door that day. He sat there drinking tea with Naser as if he had forgotten all the pain, and even chatted with him.

Only Long Yan knew that at that time, the layers of gauze and bandage wrapped under the dark blue gown were constantly oozing blood, and his momentary absence was not dozing off, but really passed out, but his Subconsciously, he still remembered that he was making tea with Nasser, and the trembling of his clasped hands was not because of nervousness, but because he was enduring severe pain from all parts of his body.

So as soon as Nasser left, his weak body couldn't hold back and slipped against the wall. At that time, the place where he sent Nassar to stand was a dark red pool that was constantly expanding, and the cushion he had sat on had already been soaked in blood. But he persisted until Nasser left without saying a word.

After that, the waking time became less and less, and the consciousness never recovered. With Long Yan's efforts, although the wound no longer cracked and oozes blood, the internal injury is still not healed. Sliding from the corner of his pale mouth, his internal organs were more seriously injured than Long Yan imagined, even if he was scented with medicinal fragrance and soaked in medicinal baths every day, he could not stop his body from becoming dilapidated day by day.

"what……"

The maid's exclamation pulled back Long Yanji's misty thoughts. He looked at the person on the bed, and found that a little red was emerging from his belly button, and then thick dark red blood overflowed. He quickly took the towel and gently Pressing it up, he glared at the bewildered maid with displeasure.

"Forget it, let's all go down."

They don't understand medical skills, and this person's body is too fragile, and he will be injured if he is not careful, so the maid can't be blamed entirely.

However, the most serious injury in the whole body was the abdomen. Not to mention the serious damage to the intestines in his abdomen caused by the black iron nail, Sen Qiuyi's merciless shot even broke several ribs, and at the same time The shock hurt his stomach, and the injury transferred from Nasser was so serious that he had to amputate several intestines for him, and one of the broken ribs was even inserted into his lung, so even breathing is so simple now It was also a kind of torture for him.

Long Yan took some of the ointment prepared by Baihua Baicao and poured some on his flat and soft abdomen, slowly spread it from the navel to the surroundings, and when the medicine was evenly spread, he spread his palms and massaged slowly from the upper abdomen to the lower abdomen , the strength ranged from light to heavy, without ambiguity at all, but even if he was very careful, he still couldn't stop Ran from jerking uneasy because of the pain.

"Umm..."

Perhaps the pain was really severe, his waist straightened up slightly, sweat was already coming out of the pores of his whole body, and he couldn't hold it back.

Long Yan shook his head. As a doctor, of course, he would not give up applying medicine because the patient was in too much pain. He exerted a little force with his palms, causing the body to twitch from the pain and then weakened weakly.

"Well... you..."

Long Yan thought he had heard it wrong, and didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't until his cold hand was gently lifted and placed on Ran's lower abdomen that Long Yan raised his head abruptly. .

"You finally woke up..."

"Um……"

"Renren, this is a good medicine, it must be applied for half an hour every day."

"..."

After saying that, Long Yan withdrew his gaze, and rubbed his palms in circles on his abdomen, adding some ointment each time until the medicine was completely absorbed.

"Theoretically speaking, according to my method, even if it can't be cured, it can't get worse. Although your body is dilapidated, if you take good care of it, it will always improve. You... don't you want to give up?"

With half-opened eyes, her face was as pale as if transparent, her pale lips parted slightly: "He... found 'Ran'."

Long Yan glared angrily at the servants outside: "Tsk, who talks so much!"

It seems that although he is unconscious, he can still hear the voices of other people chatting, and it is he who is so alive that he hears these gossips.

Long Yan clearly knew that the other party's vision had not fully recovered, even if he looked in his direction, he was not necessarily looking at him, but he still looked away guiltily.

Ran smiled slightly: "You really know that I am...cough..."

Long Yan quickly stroked his chest: "In short, we are sorry for you."

"No... don't blame you... uh..."

There was a cramping pain in his abdomen, which made him bow subconsciously, but his weak body did not allow him to do so at all, so he could only silently close his eyes and endure the wave of pain.

Long Yan looked at him silently: "How much do you remember about your affairs?"

"all……"

"you……"

"He promised...give me a world without...killing...ahem...it turns out...it's just that..."

"What? Hate him?"

"If you could hate, you wouldn't have lived until now..."

Long Yan was stunned suddenly after understanding what he meant.

That's right, the best way to get revenge on a person is to make him lose what he loves the most, so why did he choose to live in such pain?

This person has experienced too much pain. Even if he is angry with him now, or even hates Nasir for admitting the wrong person, it is nothing, but he still chooses to bear it, which is really unfair.

Long Yan took a deep breath, held his cold hand, and looked at him seriously: "You wait for me, I will tell Nasser the truth right away."

The man smiled faintly: "No...it's okay..."

Now that he has found his own "burning", why give him another broken burning?

His weak body sank slowly, and his consciousness fell into darkness again, but this time he no longer struggled, his breathing and pulse were more stable than usual, but his words made Long Yan stunned for a long time.

After regaining his senses, Long Yan didn't think about it anymore, he brought his horse and ran towards Naser's temporary palace.

18

"Um... do you love me?"

"certainly……"

Nasser hugged the slender body in his arms tightly, and the place where the two joined brought him infinite pleasure. He put his lower body hard to please the person under him, greedily asking for it, and responding as he should Looking at the other party's question, but the other party seems not satisfied with the answer.

"Answered too quickly, without sincerity."

Naser smiled helplessly, brushed his sticky long hair away, obsessively kissed the red peony birthmark on the back of his neck, and murmured: "You are my flame, who else can I love if I don't love you? Huh? "

The person under him suddenly stopped moving. Naser couldn't see his face buried in the pillow, but he could feel his unpleasant emotions.

"what happened?"

"You say you love me, but in your heart you think of someone else..."

Naser opened his eyes wide open, his eyes locked on the little peony, and he kept overturning what he said in his heart, telling himself that he loved him, but the words he wanted to say were swallowed in his throat, and the voice could not come out. The other party's voice came clearly from the ear.

"Don't you understand? What you love is just Ran in memory, not me anymore..."

"No..." Naser opened his mouth with difficulty, his throat felt as dry as a fire, he frowned tightly and stretched out his hand to grab the shoulder of the person under him, turned him over with all his might, but was stunned ,"you……"

Where is the person in front of him burning? His messy black hair is mixed with white hair, which blocks half of his eyes and cannot see his eyes, but he can still feel sadness, and even his heart is aching. The pale body was covered with scars, and the whole person was so thin that it seemed that it would be broken at the touch of a touch. He didn't even dare to breathe. He just watched silently. On the peony in full bloom.

His flat abdomen was a little sunken, and the slight uplift added a bit of vitality to the peony, which made Naser look a little crazy. His fingers unconsciously caressed the delicate and beautiful peony, and the coldness from his fingertips could not help but make people tremble. .

"Your body is so cold..."

Nasser said softly and spread out his palms to gently massage him.

But the man trembled violently. Before Naser could confirm his situation, dark red blood overflowed from the stamens of the peony like a fountain. Naser's eyes widened, and he pressed his palms against the place where the blood was constantly bleeding. However, it didn't work at all, the man's body became even paler due to blood loss, and his slightly parted lips were almost transparent.

"No... Long... Long Yan..."

Naser looked at the blood flow that seemed to be out of control in horror, and the beating from his palm made him even more frightened. The facts told him that this person would die and disappear with the loss of blood. He panicked for the first time, a panic that he had never experienced even on the verge of life and death. He hugged his pale body and pressed his palms hard on his belly button, hoping to slow down the blood flow, but... this body is still constantly As it got colder, the blood didn't decrease but increased, soaking the sheets, and even he himself almost turned into a blood man.

How can a person shed so much blood?

"Nather... what are you doing?"

Nassar didn't care about the voice coming from his ears at all, his eyes were all red, and his pale body was getting colder and colder.

"Nather, what are you doing?"

Yeah, what is he doing?Who is he holding in his arms?

Naser suddenly turned his head, his delicate face stepped forward