National teacher, he is a sick beauty

Shen Ci did not enter the room with Mo Qi, any special smell would cause him discomfort, the smell of blood was even worse, Shen Ci just barely said a few words to him, now his face turned pale, and he held Tangli's hand back Leaving his own room, he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

Tangli looked at Shen Ci who had fallen asleep again, and pursed her lips. God was really not kind to her master at all. She was finally free, but she wanted to take his life.

Really deceiving.

It was night when Shen Ci woke up again, he was always upside down like this, after all, he didn't know when he would fall asleep and when he would wake up.

Shen Ci saw that the lanterns were lit in the corridor, the lights were bright outside, but it was cold inside his room.

The lantern swaying gently in the wind was reflected in Shen Ci's eyes, making his eyes very lonely.

Although he likes to be quiet, sometimes he hopes that the surroundings will be lively, so that he can know that he is still alive, living in the world.

But at the moment his room was dim, in stark contrast to the lights and candles outside, deserted, as if he had been left out and abandoned.

Shen Ci sighed helplessly, attributing it to the fact that he was ill and unable to realize his desire for freedom, so he was in a bad mood.

He remembered the person he saved during the day today, Shen Ci got out of bed, and walked slowly towards the room with candles.

He knocked lightly on the door, and the person inside didn't know if he was asleep at all, so he responded immediately: "Please come in."

Shen Ci pushed the door open and entered, only to see the man sitting on the bed, his upper body was not wearing any clothes, his body was wrapped in layers of gauze, covering most of his upper body, but still revealing his tight skin vaguely, The chest near the shoulders seemed to be injured, so it was covered up, but the waist and abdomen were not wrapped with bandages. The lines of the waist were smooth and smooth, and the muscles of the waist and abdomen were strong and distinct, which made women shy and men envious.

Shen Ci didn't expect such a scene behind the door, and caught his eyes unexpectedly, Shen Ci blinked several times in a row, turned around quickly, and almost tripped when he turned too fast.

Seeing this, the man asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Ci: "Put on your clothes."

The person behind was confident: "It's inconvenient for me to be injured, and it would be very troublesome to change the dressing. It's better not to wear it, not to mention that everyone is a man, why are you shy?"

Shen Ci had never seen such a scene before, and he still said: "Put it on, or I will leave."

But the man said: "You don't want to be treated anymore? If you don't want to, then just leave."

Shen Ci's words paused slightly, he stood at the door for a while, but finally couldn't let go of his face, and walked away.

The people on the bed didn't expect Shen Ci to leave so quickly, they hurriedly got out of bed, pulled a robe and put it on, and chased him out.

Shen Ci's hand was held by someone, and his footsteps stopped.

The person behind said helplessly: "I was just joking with you, why did you really leave? You saved me, and I will repay you for your kindness. Naturally, I will save you too."

Shen Ci silently withdrew his hand, pursed his lips and said, "You...how do you call your son?"

The man smiled: "Chu Lang."

Shen Ci: "?"

Shen Ci raised his head slightly, and there was a wave of shock in his eyes. The appearance of the person in front of him was clearly not the same as His Majesty's, there was no resemblance at all, and his manners were also quite different. Why did they have the same name?

Shen Ci's face was calm: "Having the same name as His Majesty Da Chu, what crime do you know?"

Chu Lang was still smiling, even his brows and eyes were smiling: "I'm not going to the capital again. It's just that I have the same surname, different names, and different words with the same pronunciation. I will not take part in the imperial examination, be an official, or join the army. Do you care about me? Or...Young Master, are you an official?"

Shen Ci was slightly stunned, he couldn't get rid of this habit for half a year, and always subconsciously regarded himself as the national teacher of the capital.

Shen Ci shook his head: "Are you from the rivers and lakes?"

Chu Lang nodded: "Yes."

Shen Ci looked him up and down for a while, and then said: "Isn't it necessary to treat a disease?"

Chu Lang nodded, and led Shen Ci into the room: "By the way, haven't you asked your benefactor's name yet? How do you call him?"

"Shen Ci."

The man murmured again and praised: "It's a good name."

Shen Ci didn't speak. This empty room is usually unoccupied, so there is no furniture and equipment. There is only a bed and a low cabinet. There is nothing beside it, and it is a little dusty. It seems that no one usually cleans it.

Looking at the empty room, Shen Ci didn't know where to diagnose his pulse and treat his illness. He just wanted to send someone to the yard or other places, but when his eyes fell on Chu Lang's wound, he couldn't open his mouth.

Chu Lang seemed to know his embarrassment, and took the initiative: "Why don't you just sit on the bed? There is only such a place to sit here."

Shen Ci frowned slightly: "Forget it, it's late at night, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Shen Ci wanted to leave again.

Chu Lang stopped him: "What are you thinking? I mean you sit on the bed, and I will see you standing up."

Shen Ci opened his mouth, feeling a bit unbearable: "You are injured, isn't it? I didn't think carefully, and I came to bother you at night. I just wanted to see how your injury was, and you...forgot about it."

But Chu Lang said: "It's okay, I also want to know what kind of intractable disease it is that makes people so weak."

Hearing this, Shen Ci lowered his eyes.

He no longer refused, sat on the bed, and put his hands on the low cabinet beside him.

Chu Lang was tall and it was obviously not easy to feel his pulse while standing, so he knelt down on one knee and lowered his body halfway to let Shen Ci feel his pulse.

Shen Ci was in a trance, and suddenly remembered that he had injured his ankle in the palace, and Chu Lang put one knee on the ground, kneeling in front of him to check his injury.

Such the same action is also doing the same thing.

But...Chu Lang gave him a different feeling from His Majesty.

Maybe...just a coincidence?

Your Majesty does not know the art of Qihuang.

Thinking of this, Shen Ci seemed to have persuaded himself not to doubt.

Chu Lang felt his pulse for a long time, until Shen Ci fell asleep again and wanted to fall asleep.

He did indeed fall asleep, but it was a relatively light sleep, and any movement could wake him up.

After Chu Lang cut the pulse, he held his wrist.

Such a familiar movement made Shen Ci wake up immediately, and he looked at Chu Lang with cold eyes.

Chu Lang paused slightly, and let go of him: "I'm sorry, I just saw you fell asleep, and I wanted to help you lie down on the bed, after all, you are sick, and you will catch cold if you don't cover yourself with a thin quilt in the dog days. "

Shen Ci lightened his coldness slightly: "Thank you, have you diagnosed anything?"

Chu Lang shook his head: "I can't see anything for now, may I take a look at your heart?"

Shen Ci pursed her lips: "No need, I don't have any wounds on my body, so I don't need to look at it."

But Chu Lang said: "That's not necessarily the case, does it mean that there is no wound if you can't see it?"

Now it's time for Shen Ci to ask, could it be that he has an internal injury?But should you be able to see the internal injury?

He thought it was the price of rebirth, but even so he wanted to heal.

Shen Ci met Shang Chu Lang's innocent gaze, and was ruthless: "Okay, let's see."

After Shen Ci finished speaking, he untied the clothes on his body. It was hot in summer and he didn't wear much at all. He took off the outer thin shirt and untied the snow-white inner coat.

Shen Ci's skin was already fair, and it became even worse when he was sick. It was like ceramics, beautiful and fragile.

At this moment, Shen Ci was sitting on the bed, his half-faded clothes exposed one snow-white round shoulder and a large piece of skin around his heart, his long black hair was gathered behind him, and one or two strands fell in front of him, sticking to his heart with a little itchiness , His expression was a little unnatural, as if he was shy.

Shen Ci sat on the bed, Chu Lang knelt on the ground, he could only look up at Shen Ci, he raised his hand to brush the two strands of black hair from Shen Ci's heart behind him, and his palm touched the snow-white skin.

Shen Ci's body trembled uncontrollably.

Chu Lang's palm was warm, not cold, but he was not used to such contact with people, so he trembled.

Chu Lang raised his eyes and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Shen Ci shook his head, just sticking gently, how could it hurt?

Chu Lang pressed slightly harder.

Shen Ci frowned, and clenched his robe tightly with his hands.

Chu Lang noticed his movements, and said to Shen Ci, "Does it hurt?"

Shen Ci gritted his teeth and didn't speak, sweat dripped from his forehead but he couldn't deceive anyone.

Chu Lang was persuasive: "If you are in pain but don't tell me, how can I, as a doctor, correctly judge your condition?"

Shen Ci clutched the corner of his clothes even more forcefully, wrinkling the robe. After a long time, he looked away, turned his head to the other side, and said softly: "It hurts."

Chu Lang quickly withdrew his strength, and Shen Ci also loosened the corner of his clothes.

Shen Ci thought it was over, and was about to pull his clothes, but was stopped by Chu Lang, his hand still fell on his heart, but this time he pressed on the area around his heart.

It seems to want to confirm where the pain is.

He kept changing the angle, and every time he pressed it, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

Shen Ci could only cooperate obediently.

Chu Lang almost pressed Shen Ci's heart and surroundings once before giving up. When he withdrew his hand, Shen Ci's snow-white skin was reddened with the naked eye.

Only then did Shen Ci pull up his clothes as he wished, and asked: "What can be diagnosed?"

Chu Lang said earnestly and solemnly: "Your heart seems to have been hurt?"