Iceberg beauty lifts her head

Son. "

"Even though you are a relative or friend of my patient, you still have to avoid suspicion with me. You can't joke about a girl's reputation."

Li Qianyi's tone seemed gentle, she glanced at Yao Qiyun who was still asleep, and turned her head to tell: "He has a wound that has been dragged on for too long before it hurts his internal organs and develops a cold and fever. When he wakes up, don't let him over-exercise until he is completely healed, otherwise the body will fall to the root of the disease!"

Feng Chengyu paused for a moment, his pale complexion gradually changed, glowing with a strange and solemn light: "What the girl just said, I will definitely keep it in my heart."

Li Qianyi couldn't help being surprised when he saw the solemn expression of this handsome swinger.

Perhaps, the rumors in the market are not all correct.

While thinking about it, she opened the medicine box, took out a pile of silver needles of different lengths from the small pouch inside, and picked out a few of the thinnest ones.

She winked at him, and said to Feng Chengyu, "Take off his shirt first."

Feng Chengyu stepped forward and followed suit.

"Acupuncture and moxibustion takes about three or four days to heal injuries..."

The tinder that was ignited with medicinal wax was roasting the tip of the silver needle, she paused, and continued to say: "Someone has to keep an eye on it all the time, and can't let him turn around, or the needle position will be easily misplaced."

"Okay, I... will be optimistic about him, cough..." Coughing, Feng Chengyu replied without hesitation.

Yan An, who was ignored by the two of them just now, heard the deliberately suppressed slight cough, and finally expressed his thoughts frankly: "Young master, you are also sick, so let the subordinates take care of you! "

At this moment, Li Qianyi raised his eyes, and looked carefully at Feng Chengyu, who was coughing slightly, from beginning to end for a moment.

"You are exhausting too much energy and implicating the five internal organs. And Ren Du's two veins are both damaged. And Ren Du's two veins are connected to the dantian, one is damaged and the other is prosperous..." A strange color flashed in her eyes.

One damages all damages one prospers all prospers... Has she already realized that she is hopeless?It's just not specified.

He shrugged: "It's a big problem, it's been a problem for several years."

He seemed to be talking meaninglessly, and then helped Yao Qiyun, whose shirt had been taken off, to sit up.

"You really think about it... I once heard from my master that a young man who had the same experience as you three years ago came to the God of Medicine Valley to seek medical treatment but was unsuccessful, so my master got into a fight."

Not noticing Feng Chengyu's pale eyes when he heard these words, Li Qianyi took a small medicine pillow, arranged the burnt silver needles in strict order of length, and inspected the injuries on Yao Qiyun's back:

"It's been a few days since I've applied the medicine, how can I recover so slowly?"

Looking at the remaining ointment marks like a ghostly talisman, he couldn't help but tsk his tongue in a low voice: "The disciples of the Yao sect should know something about medicine. How can you apply medicines that are incompatible with each other indiscriminately? It's just random."

Feng Chengyu just sighed softly: "Not as smart as the girl, I just hoped that he could get better soon."

Find every large point around the vertical and horizontal wounds, and insert the silver needles obliquely into the skin.

When I heard Feng Chengyu's humble words while laying the needles, I couldn't help but change my attitude towards him: "This injury almost reached the lute bone. That should be one of the body parts that martial arts practitioners desperately protect. In desperation, don't worry about it." If you understand the pharmacology and apply medicine at will, the two medicines will conflict with each other, and the result will only be counterproductive."

What people in the martial arts value most is their own cultivation, maybe he just doesn't want to see his friends repeat the same mistakes: "You also care about it and you will be chaotic. The cultivation realm of Yaomen disciples is quite high, and their bodies can heal themselves faster than ordinary people."

"It seems that I am too worried!"

Hearing the half-sigh and half-reproachful words, Feng Chengyu only put Yao Qiyun's braids hanging on his shoulders aside, looked down at the slightly loose dry hair in his palm, and let it slip through his fingers. Slip away quietly:

"Seeing that his internal energy was blunted due to the whip wound, and he was even so serious that he couldn't perform martial arts for a while, I always thought of the terrible consequences-if he was not healed in time, his cultivation would be damaged. I don't want him to to bear the consequences."

Unable to hear the half-truths and half-false words in his confession, Li Qianyi changed her previous carelessness, and pondered for a while: "I really don't know whether to say you are his disaster star, or his lucky star?"

Feng Chengyu rubbed the bridge of his nose, and the scent of hair left between his fingers permeated his nose.

He stared and smiled: "It's hard to say, but he... is my lucky star."

The long, curved eyelashes drooped slightly, and although there was a faint bruise under the eyelids, it still couldn't hide the tenderness and affection in the peach blossom eyes:

"He is like the only star that illuminates the dark alleys of the gutter. I never want anything to happen to him, whether it is his martial arts internal strength or his physical condition. I think... I will be his lucky star."

Seeing the deeply meaningful expression of this flamboyant noble son, Li Qianyi was silent, his mind was dazed for a moment before he recovered, and murmured to himself: "I hope so."

No longer talking about this topic, she fixed the piercing silver needles, suddenly turned her face to Yan An and said: "It is enough to have your master here, you don't need so many people waiting, you can go out first... …There is an inn opposite the medical hall, you can stay there first.”

Yan An frowned and was about to decline politely, but saw Feng Chengyu who was sitting on the edge shaking his head slightly, determined not to leave the room easily, and finally gave up the idea of ​​suggesting him to rest again:

"Then I'll go and settle the brothers first."

Walking out of the hospital, a few guards dressed in black clothes rustling like night elves leaped towards him in the rising sun. He gasped in his heart, waved his sleeves and taught these people a lesson, and then his expression became brighter, and he walked towards the gate of the inn.

It happened to be dawn when Yao Qiyun woke up a little bit.

There was a faint scent of wormwood burning in the nostrils, the chaos in the mind was dissipating, and the consciousness gradually gathered.

The first thing I felt was the pain from the wound on my back. There seemed to be a lot of slender things pierced into it, and there was a faint feeling of numbness.

He struggled to get on the bed and move his hands and feet, but the joints of his limbs were abnormally slow, as if they were rusty, and he couldn't even turn over with great effort.

"It's already the third day?" Just as he was surprised, he suddenly asked repeatedly to break the silence around him: "Why isn't he awake yet?"

"What's the rush? He will wake up after pulling out all the silver needles!" The one who answered the question just now was an impatient female voice,

"Cough, don't think I'm long-winded..."

Feng Chengyu was holding the iron box with both hands, watching Li Qianyi take off the silver needles distributed on Yao Qiyun's back one by one, without taking his eyes off:

"This is the last moment. When you pull out the needle, you have to be careful not to make a mistake."

He took off the last silver needle, and dipped a cotton ball dipped in medicinal herb water to the place where the needle was applied. Li Qianyi was annoyed: "You still don't trust Miss Yaoshengu's medical skills? Why do you keep staring at others suspiciously?" ?”

28. Chapter 28

"I'm wronged, I was looking at Qiyun, but I didn't peek at the girl."

Feng Chengyu was talking poorly, but he didn't look away from his anxious eyes, but let out an uncontrollable yawn.

With a cold snort, Li Qianyi stopped fussing with him.

Since Yao Qiyun received the needle, this delicate-looking young man has been watching him day and night for three full days in this ward of the medical hall, during which time he would not go away from the needle position while he was half awake and affect the curative effect.

Feng Chengyu only napped for half a quarter of an hour at most, without a single stable and long sleep, spending such a long three days... I'm afraid this is the limit of this person.

Seeing him puffing up his chest and trying not to doze off, Li Qianyi couldn't help but comfort him before leaving: "The needles on his body have been pulled out, the injury is basically under control, and he will wake up later. Take the little boy to pick herbs, come back for a consultation, and you should take a nap first."

Seeing her busy figure disappearing outside the door, Feng Chengyu laid Yao Qiyun flat on the bed, and sat beside the pillow for a while, when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard an extremely weak whisper , although it is hardly audible, it is passed into his ears closely:

"pain……"

Feng Chengyu also found that the fingers protruding from the quilt moved, the amplitude was so small that it was only a slight tremor, but it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.

He immediately leaned down, and put his thin lips close to his cheeks: "Qiyun, I just got an injection for the back injury, and it will stop hurting after a while."

After a long time, Yao Qiyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally half-opened his eyelids with difficulty, and saw the man with extremely dark circles at a glance.

It took a long time to distinguish him as Feng Chengyu, and the fragmentary memories of Xianshan flooded back. He suddenly wanted to sit up in a hoarse voice, but he couldn't spare it.

"Uh……"

"Lie down first, don't move around yet."

Feng Chengyu was overjoyed, and supported him on the dogwood medicine pillow: "Last time you took the cold-dispelling pill to reduce the fever, and then passed out. We are now in a medical center in Xingdu, and we need to recuperate for a while. .By the way, you haven't eaten for three days, so you must be hungry? Have some porridge first."

Yao Qiyun watched him bring out a bowl of hot porridge from the inside, and frowned: "I have to go."

"You just woke up, where are you going? If you pass out before anyone arrives, I can't carry you back."

Feng Chengyu stirred the hot porridge with a wooden spoon as if half-joking, took out a spoonful and blew: "People who wake up from a serious illness have a poor appetite, first eat some light food to fill their stomachs and restore some strength—come on." , Open your mouth."

Just as the spoon full of thick porridge touched his lips, Yao Qiyun turned his face slightly back and straightened his lips: "I don't want you to..."

Feng Chengyu sighed, put back the spoon, and held the whole thing in front of him: "Yes, Qiyun is not a child, and he doesn't need to be coaxed to eat... just for the sake of your body, take this bowl Drink the millet porridge that has been boiled for three hours specially for you, okay?"

Holding the bowl of porridge weakly with both hands, he could only grab the spoon out of weakness, Yao Qiyun frowned, took a few sips, and the thick fragrance of millet spread