The warm sun of the invincible east

It was not until Yinshi that Dongfang Bubai let the elders go back. As for whether Dongfang Bubai would send his subordinates to investigate these elders during these few hours, Yang Lian was not sure, because what he knew most now was the transmission from the arm. pain.

Although the stimulation of pain kept his brain awake, the bursts of cold feeling all over his body still made him feel unbearable, as if his whole body had fallen into an ice cave, so that his internal organs could feel the cold tingling.

Seeing Yang Lian's appearance, the doctor knew that this was the most unbearable moment, so the injections became more and more severe, and he just begged him not to faint, once he fainted, there would be no possibility of salvation.At this time, the needling of an injured arm could no longer suppress Yang Lian's tiredness, and he saw that many needles had been inserted into his arms and chest, which was extremely terrifying at first glance.

Dongfang Bubai looked at Yang Lian's pale skin that had turned purple from the cold, but now Yang Lian couldn't even wear a quilt, not to mention a quilt, so he turned and walked outside, facing Lu Luo who had been waiting outside. Said, "Go and prepare some heaters right away."

Luluo hurriedly asked a few servants to carry them in, she seemed to be prepared, but without Dongfang Bubai's order, she didn't dare to act lightly.

Dongfang Bubai glanced at Lu Luo, and went back to the inner room, the room was already warmer, he watched the silver needles taken out by the doctor get longer and thicker.The person on the bed also gradually began to breathe heavily because of the pain, and occasionally let out a soft cry of pain, which was extraordinarily clear in this silent room.

Just as the doctor was about to prick Yang Lian's head with a silver needle, Dongfang Bubai suddenly said in a deep voice, "There's no need to prick it." There was a trace of imperceptible impatience in his tone, "You are outside the door. Wait, I am calling you for something."

The doctor paused, slightly surprised, but he didn't dare to ask the reason. He began to retract the needle carefully, without daring to be careless. After the needle was retracted, he was already sweating profusely, and he bowed to Dongfang Bubai before retreating. .

Dongfang Bubai walked to the bed, looked at Yang Lian who was naked, and asked, "Do you want to die?" His tone was indescribably calm.

Maybe it was because of the warmth, or maybe it was because the pain was not so obvious, Yang Lian's spirit gradually relaxed, but he could still stay awake. Hearing what Dongfang Bubai said, he forced a smile, "Master, no one wants to die, The same goes for subordinates."

Dongfang Bubai stood at the head of the bed, watching the man in his twenties calmly speaking about fear of death, and said after a long time, "It's rare for someone to say that they are afraid of death in front of me."

"That's because they are all afraid of death." Yang Lian closed his eyes, and then opened them with all his strength, "Whether they are afraid of death or not, they can't tell when they are not facing death."

"This is the truth," Dongfang Bubai sat down on the round stool beside the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled the brocade quilt over Yang Lian's body, "Then why are you telling the truth to me?"

"That's because the subordinates don't think that's what the leader values." Yang Lian felt his brain was a little confused, bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the sharp pain woke him up again, "In the hearts of the subordinates, what the leader values ​​is not Whether the congregation is afraid of death, but whether they are loyal, if they are loyal enough, when facing death, even if they are afraid, they will not hesitate."

"What if I want you to die?" Dongfang Bubai's voice suddenly sank, "Then, would you hesitate?"

The feeling of pain can only bring about a moment of sobriety, and Yang Lian's mind became dizzy again, "Subordinates will hesitate..."

Dongfang Bubai's face darkened, and there was already a trace of killing intent in his eyes.

"However, my subordinates are willing to give everything for the leader..." Looking at the blurred red figure in front of him, this person is the most important meaning of his existence in this world, so even if he dies, there is no pity, it is just picked up "However, the leader is the only one who is willing to give his life for Yang Lian."

The voice of the person on the bed became smaller and smaller, and gradually became inaudible, but Dongfang Bubai could clearly hear every word he said, and these few words were like brand marks, which were left in his heart , he bent down, and leaned into Yang Lian's ear, who had lost most of his consciousness, and said, "Remember what you said today. If this is the case, how can I let you die?" The palm slapped on his smooth back.

The doctor looked at the dark sky slowly being dyed with a gleam of light. There were several maids and servants standing beside him, but no one made a sound.

The doctor was a little puzzled. After such a long time, the leader didn't ask him to go in. Could it be that the leader is going to give up Director Yang?Thinking of this, his complexion changed slightly, the leader is really ruthless, even Director Yang who is favored by him doesn't hold much weight in his heart.

Time passed by little by little, and it was not until the sky was bright that they heard the call from the leader in the room. I don't know if it was because they didn't sleep all night. But he can tell the difference.

After entering the house, what he saw was not Yang Lian's cold corpse, but a living man with eyes open and a face that was not ugly. Concentrating on his pulse, he was really surprised now. Judging from his pulse, Manager Yang's current physical condition is better than last night.After thinking for a while, he understood in his heart, he turned to Dongfang Bubai and said, "Master, Manager Yang can wait until Mr. Ping arrives without needling the needle."

Even the leader who looks indifferent on weekdays is actually not a completely emotionless person, otherwise, how could Director Yang be so sober at this time.

Yang Lian, who was lying on the bed, also became a bit more energetic at this time. He glanced at Dongfang Bubai worriedly, "Master, it's getting late now, why don't you order some food first, and you didn't sleep all night last night, and it's a shame for your subordinates." If you spend so much energy, the subordinates are afraid that it will be bad for your health."

"It's useless for you to be my seat," Dongfang Bubai said with an unchanged expression, "You take care of your little life first."

Even though he said so, he still asked Luluo to prepare breakfast.

Looking at the various breakfasts, Dongfang Bubai really lost his appetite, so he moved his chopsticks and put them down. Before he could stand up, he heard Tong Baixiong's voice coming from the yard.

"Master, Mr. Ping Yizhi has arrived."

Dongfang Bubai stood up and signaled the maid beside him to leave early, "Come in."

Although Ping Yizhi is a famous murderer doctor who is known to everyone in the world, the medical rules of "kill one, heal another" are necessary for others, but in front of Dongfang Bubai, this kind of rule is naturally exposed. Not to mention, what's more, even though his personal relationship with Yang Lian is not very good, whenever Yang Lian sees him, he is always polite and courteous. He treats people in every way, and in his heart, he also has two appreciations for this person.

The situation was special, and because of Ping Yizhi's usual temper, he bowed to Dongfang Bubai and went straight to the inner room, lifted the quilt to look at Yang Lian's injured arm, then took out a few pills from the medicine box he carried with him, squeezed Sprinkle it on the wound, "It's not a serious poison, it won't kill you."

The corner of the doctor's mouth twitched. How come this top ten poison in the Jianghu has become an unimportant poison in your eyes. Where do you put your face for a person who can't get rid of the poison?

Tong Baixiong, who followed Ping Yizhi into the house, was finally relieved when he heard this, "Brother Yang, fortunately, Mr. Ping is not far from the God Sect, otherwise it would be dangerous."

"Mr. Lao Ping is really here this time," Yang Lian naturally understood Ping Yizhi's medical skills. Since he said he couldn't die, he must die if he wanted to. The friendly relationship with this strange doctor for the past two years was finally at this moment. It has shown benefits.

"Boss Yang, you don't need to be polite," Ping pointed to Yang Lian as polite. He took his pulse again, got up and walked to the table. There was already paper and ink on it. He wrote down the prescription and looked around. , and finally handed over the prescription to Dongfang Bubai, "Master, although the poison on Mr. Yang's body is powerful, but fortunately, his internal energy is not deep, and the speed of poisoning is not fast. Just now, the subordinates have detoxified the poison on the wound." , the poison in the body should be taken three times a day according to the prescription, this medicine needs [-] water to boil into a bowl, so don’t be careless.”

Dongfang Bubai glanced at the prescription, but didn't see anything wrong with it, so he handed the prescription to Luluo to copy a copy, and told her to take it down and decoct it immediately.

After Ping Yi pointed down, Dongfang Bubai walked into the inner room, the person on the bed had already passed out, he quietly looked at the person's pale sleeping face, suddenly the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Since this seat is the only existence that you are willing to give up your life, then this seat will not allow you to have only two and three in your life again.Thinking of the secret that he couldn't tell about himself, his face darkened, and after a while, his face turned cold. If... then it would be better to ruin it, and there would be no uniqueness.

When she arrived in the kitchen, Luluo felt as if her whole body was exhausted. What happened that night made her dare not think about it at all. Whether it was the assassination, or the injury of Manager Yang, or the fact that the leader cared about Manager Yang, she couldn't do it. Thoughtful.

Soon a servant brought the medicine, and Luluo carefully identified the herbs before she dared to put the medicine in the medicine jar. She dared not be careless about this matter. She was an old man by the leader's side. She was by her side when she was the head of the hall. She had never seen the head of the sect care so much about the people in the sect. Director Yang is a special existence.

After lighting the fire, watching the white smoke slowly rising from the medicine pot, she can only be thankful that Director Yang is not in danger of life, otherwise, she would not have the life to cook medicine here at this moment.

Gently fanning the flames with a fan, Luluo's mind changed slightly. This Director Yang is deeply favored by the leader, and he is also a good person. If it was her... just thinking about it, Luluo immediately stopped her own thoughts. The woman's intuition told her, Don't have this thought, as for why, maybe even she herself doesn't know.