Cangzhou monster story

A stern face, pale and fragile.With tightly closed eyes, brows were furrowed, as if frozen.

Doctor Zhang brought the medicine box, "I'll check his pulse."

Boss Meng nodded, got up to give up his seat by the bed, and stood nervously behind Miracle Doctor Zhang.

Meng Wuying's pulse condition was vain and lifeless.The internal organs should have been severely injured, and there were varying degrees of skin trauma.Doctor Zhang let go of his hand and looked at Boss Meng, "He is seriously injured."

"Can it be saved?" Boss Meng asked.

Dr. Zhang looked down at Meng Wuying, sighed and said, "Maybe, I can only hang my life for a few days."

Boss Meng looked solemn, and leaned over to the bed, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother."

"Don't disturb him yet, let him sleep." Doctor Zhang patted Boss Meng on the shoulder.

Boss Meng nodded, got up and followed him out of the room.

There was heavy snow in the yard, and the moonlight was obscured by clouds.The two stood in the corridor, each with their own thoughts.

"Your name is Fusheng." After a long time, Miracle Doctor Zhang spoke, but it was not a question, but an affirmation.Just outside the door, although the call was extremely soft, it pierced into his ears like a thunderbolt.

For so long, he never thought of Boss Meng’s name, as if he was born Boss Meng.I haven't thought about it, and I haven't delved into it.But it never occurred to him that someone knew his name, and that name was like a secret between them that no one else could touch.

And this other person also includes him.

Boss Meng didn't think too much, he nodded, "Yes, my name is Meng Fusheng."

This is the name given by the master, Fusheng and Wuying.They are all illusions.Since he came to Cangzhou, more and more people called him Boss Meng, so he forgot his real name.

Doctor Zhang turned his head and walked towards the medical center, saying, "I'll make him some medicine."

Boss Meng followed behind him, "I'll help you."

"No need." Doctor Zhang paused, and refused, "You can watch over him." After speaking, he walked past the gate of the small courtyard.

Boss Meng stood quietly in a daze on the porch, he didn't even feel his cloak being blown away by the cold wind.

He didn't know why the senior brother would come back at this moment, and he was seriously injured.In Qian's residence, when the old Taoist said that the senior brother was disregarding human life for the sake of secret books, he still had doubts.

But when he saw him just now, Boss Meng suddenly thought of this matter again, almost subconsciously, he chose to believe it.

Because the hostility between his brows cannot be hidden.

More importantly, Meng Wuying came back, but the Blood Drinking Sword was not in his hands.

A swordsman never loses his sword.Unless the situation is really urgent.

Boss Meng opened the door and went in. Under the light, he carefully looked at his face.

After not seeing him for a few years, he seemed more deserted than ever.

From the moment he chose to leave, Boss Meng knew that he and Meng Wuying were on two different paths.He is greedy for this kind of human fireworks, and is easy to be satisfied and addicted.

But Meng Wuying was different, what he wanted was something beyond the mundane world.It is more exquisite martial arts and long-term cultivation.

"Brother." I don't know if he can hear it, Boss Meng murmured, "Actually, you don't want to come back, do you?"

If it wasn't for being seriously injured, if it wasn't for his life hanging by a thread.

Meng Wuying will definitely not choose to come back.

Boss Meng knows better than anyone else.

In the beginning, staying here to wait for him was just an obsession in my heart.

He never thought that Meng Wuying would really come back one day, and he would come back in this way.

The door was pushed open by Zhiya, and Xiaojing came in with the boiled medicine, "Boss Meng, the young master said, let him drink the medicine."

Boss Meng took it over and said to him, "Open his mouth."

"Ah?!" Xiaojing glanced at the person on the bed in some panic, exuding the feeling that strangers should not approach him.

"Why are you standing still, hurry up." Boss Meng urged.

Xiaojing had no choice but to step forward and open Meng Wuying's mouth.

Boss Meng poured the bite into Meng Wuying's mouth with a spoon.

Although he was still in a coma, he still knew how to swallow the medicine, so the two of them finished the bowl of medicine without much effort.

"Okay, the young master said to let him sleep after taking the medicine. Do it again tomorrow morning." Xiao Jing told Boss Meng exactly what the genius doctor Zhang told him.

"Understood." Boss Meng nodded and told him to go back and rest.

Sitting on a chair by myself.

Looking at the unconscious Meng Wuying, Boss Meng seemed to have returned to the time when he first met him.

His brows were full of disgust, and he looked at him coldly, "Are you the junior brother picked up by master?"

"Master said, my name is Meng Fusheng. I don't call him Junior Brother." When he was a child, Boss Meng had a pleasing appearance and laughed whenever he saw anyone.

Meng Wuying always looked like he hated him, "Don't follow me." He turned his head and glared viciously at Meng Fusheng who was following behind with a smile on his face.

The latter was not afraid of him at all, smiled and tilted his head and said: "I am your senior brother, you are my senior brother, I have to follow you, you have to cover me, the master said, I want to be with you more."

Meng Wuying's stern face became even colder, and she turned her head away from him, "There's so much nonsense."

"This is not nonsense, you need to talk more, just look at you, you have a cold face every day, like a little old man." Meng Fusheng leaned next to him, chattering.

Gradually, he seemed to get used to Meng Fusheng's twittering, and this junior who was always following behind him.

"Senior brother, this is for you." Meng Fusheng stretched out his hand towards him, like holding a sour fruit in Bai Yu's palm.

It is the fruit of the fruit tree that grows on the hill next door. It tastes sweet and sour, very refreshing.But the old man on the hill next door is also very powerful, anyone who dares to steal the fruit will be beaten up if caught.

Meng Wuying was taken aback, then turned her head, "I don't want it."

"Don't you want it?" Meng Fusheng tossed and caught the fruit in his hand, "Yesterday you stared at the mountain over there several times."

Based on his observation of Meng Wuying, if he looks at something several times and then doesn't say anything, it means he wants it.

Of course, if you give it to him, he will say that he doesn't want it, and the more he resists, the more he wants it.

The corner of Meng Fusheng's mouth curled into a smile, and he pretended to sigh, "Then I'll throw it away." As he spoke, the fruit in his hand had already been thrown into the distance.

With a movement of Meng Wuying's figure, he had already caught the glowing red fruit in his hand in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, don't you want it?" Meng Fusheng pretended to be surprised.

Meng Wuying didn't change his face, and said indifferently: "Throw it away and waste it."

Meng Fusheng's smile rippled like ripples, getting bigger and bigger, "Brother, don't force yourself. It's better to throw it away." He said and went forward to grab the fruit in his hand.

Meng Wuying dodged sideways, and then took a bite of the fruit.

The sweet and sour juice overflows in the mouth.

Seeing him eating, Meng Fusheng took out another three or five fruits from his bosom, "No, they are all for you."

The fruit on the mountain is red year after year, and he forgot how many times he was chased and beaten by the old man next door for stealing it.So his qinggong is getting better every year.