The sick and weak beauty in the broken article

【010】

The group arrived in Linhai City in the evening, and found a hotel to rest after dinner.

This time Chutian was in a coma for a few days and frightened Tian Naitang and others. This time, he did not agree with him to live alone. He opened a suite with two bedrooms and a large living room. Chutian and Tian Naitang lived in two bedrooms. , Du Heng, Lu Ling and Fang Dongqing are in the living room.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Du Heng delivered the medicine to Chutian on time, and supervised Chutian to drink it. Du Heng took Chutian's pulse again. Seeing that Chutian's pulse was stable, Du Heng waited for a while before closing the door and going out.

The bedroom was quiet again, Chu Tian got up and walked to the French window.This hotel is located in the city center, and you can see the bustling night scene of Linhai City at a glance.

The most eye-catching thing is the huge LED poster on the opposite building.On the poster is a man holding a mobile phone with a healing smile. He should be a popular star.

Chu Tian took a look and then looked away, when the familiar sound of fighting came from outside.

The assassins are at it again.

As soon as he left Xiaoyao Peak, oh no, he left Lu Xing, the assassin arrived as expected.Chutian was short-lived.

After a while, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, searched the First Hospital directly without looking at his business card, and made an appointment with Sima Qin.

Sima Qin only had consultations on Mondays and Wednesdays every week. Mondays were already fully booked, and Chu Tian made an appointment for Wednesday morning.

After making the appointment, Chu Tian put down his phone and went to the bathroom to take a shower.After washing out, it's almost 11 o'clock.

Chu Tian's hair was half wet, and he couldn't sleep for a while, so he picked up his mobile phone to scan the college entrance examination questions.

He didn't lie to Tian Naitang, he really had to refer to the college entrance examination next year, he hadn't finished his university, and he wanted to continue.

After completing the questions, the correct rate was [-]%. Chu Tian's hair was dry. He put the phone on the bedside and was about to rest when he suddenly remembered something. He took the phone back and logged into the original chat software.

The original body's only friend was himself, and the others only added a large group of martial arts alliances.

The group was lively for a few days after the auction of "Shan Hai Lu" was announced last time, but now it's quiet again.

The last record was someone @卢小玲, [Which intersection did your Wanshan faction go up the mountain from? ! 】

There are quite a few members in the Chutian Diankai group, more than 500, and none of them are online.He scrolled down, almost to the end, only to see a familiar name, Old Lizi of the Happy School, with a portrait of a slightly younger Li Xuxian.

Not sure if the old account was discarded, Chutian first sent a sentence: "Uncle Li, I am Chutian, do you have the contact information of the head of Lu?"

As a result, as soon as it was sent, the other side replied in seconds: "The second young master doesn't use a mobile phone, and the communication is all via email. I will send you his email address."

Li Xu first sent an email.

After thanking Chutian, he exited the chat box. There was a number 1 in the contact person. Clicking on it was Li Xuxian's friend application, and Chutian approved it.

Enter the email address, Chutian sent five words: "Little uncle, good night ^^"

He didn't expect Lu Xing to come back, and sure enough, he went to the First Hospital on Wednesday to see a doctor, and there was only one spam email in Chutian's mailbox.

To see a doctor, only Chu Tian could go in alone. Tian Naitang, Du Heng and the others stood guard at the door like four door gods, making the nurse think they went to the wrong door.

Internal medicine room.

When Chu Tian went in, it looked like a doctor in his early thirties had a small badge pinned to his chest that said Sima Qin.

Sima Qin looked up at Chu Tian, ​​then lowered his head flamboyantly: "This is my first time here."

Chu Tian: "Yes." He pulled out the chair and sat down.

Sima Qin asked again, "What are the symptoms?"

Chutian summed it up highly: "There is no reason to cough up blood."

Sima Qin scribbled: "Since when?"

"Out of the womb."

The tip of the pen stopped, and Sima Qin raised his head. This time he looked at Chu Tian for a few seconds, and then tentatively said, "Go up the mountain to fight a tiger?"

Chu Tian: "?"

Sima Qin frowned, and changed his sentence: "High mountains and flowing water—" He stopped and stared at Chutian.

With this clear statement, Chu Tian went straight to the point: "I come from the Wanshan School."

But Sima Qin shook his head: "Wrong, you should answer 'There is an osmanthus tree on the mountain'."

Chu Tian remembered that before he left, the old gentleman came to see him off, stroked his beard and said, "My nephew is very good at seeing doctors, but he is a little different. Generally speaking, he has a straight mind and can't turn around."

Chu Tian probably understood now that Sima Qin couldn't make the turn, so he repeated: "There is an osmanthus tree on the mountain."

This time Sima Qin immediately put down his pen: "It turns out he's from the martial arts world." Instead of opening the checklist, he opened the drawer and took out the pulse pillow, "I'll take the pulse first."

Today's temperature is not too high, it is a comfortable and good weather for normal people, just wear long sleeves, but Chutian must wear a jacket, even so, his hands and feet are terribly cold.

Sima Qin's expression gradually became serious. After 10 minutes, he withdrew his hand. The first sentence was not about his illness, but asked, "Who told you to come to me?"

When he asked this question, Chu Tian knew that he knew the answer, so he said bluntly, "Mr. Yang."

Sima Qin snorted coldly: "I knew it was him." He flicked his sleeves, turned his chair and looked out the window, "You go, I will never treat the patients he treated."

Chutian didn't force others: "Excuse me."

Open the door and go out, four heads came over at the same time: "Can you save me!"

Chu Tian shook his head and closed the door to go out, but the voice outside the door still came into the room word for word.

"Hey, I thought I was so happy to meet a real miracle doctor."

"To be honest, I didn't expect too much from a disease that Master Yang and I couldn't diagnose, but I was still a little disappointed."

"Who is Master Yang?"

"Teacher Yang Xilin from Xiaoyao Peak."

……

Dare to say that his name is not worthy of his name, Sima Qin stood up angrily, and chased him out.

The sound faded away.

When he arrived at the door, Sima Qin was about to turn the door open, but the next moment he withdrew his hand with a stern face, and returned to his seat to call the next patient.

A vow never to be broken.Those who were treated by Yang Xilin will die if they die, even if they die!

Coming out of the hospital, Tian Naitang saw that Chutian's face was snow-white and his lips were turning blue, so he hurriedly called a car back to the hotel and stayed for another day, and returned to Wanshan tomorrow after recuperating.

Chu Tian lost energy, went back to the hotel and drank a bowl of medicine before falling asleep.

In the dark, he had several dreams one after another, the contents of which were indistinct, and Chu Tian felt himself falling continuously.

Like that day in the organ hole of the Xiaoyao School, it was dark and quiet and endless.

"Ahem..." There was a faint smell of blood on the corner of his lips, Chu Tian opened his eyes, and it took a while for the rotating ceiling to be quiet.

Chu Tian coughed up blood again.

In fact, he seldom coughed up blood for quite a while, since he fainted in the organ hole that day, he vomited blood frequently again in the past two days, even worse than before.

Chutian's fingertips spread along his abdomen, and the two breaths were very quiet at this moment.

The two most serious illnesses he suffered from were the two hot and cold air currents colliding with each other. I don't know if it was related to the original body's illness, or...

Ding.

Just as he was thinking, there was an unexpected sound in the quiet bedroom.

Chu Tian looked at the phone, it was an email.

mail?

Chutian's eyelids moved, he took the phone and opened it, the sender, Lu Xing: [You didn't finish what you said last time, characteristic. 】

Chu Tian propped up the mattress with his arms, leaned against the head of the bed and replied: [When the man in black was fighting with you, I saw a crescent scar on his wrist. 】

Send it out and wait a few seconds.

Another new email: [Thank you. 】

Chu Tian slept for a whole day, and now he is in good spirits. He coughed and typed in a low voice: "I want to thank little uncle, thank you for using your true energy to renew my life last time^^."

Lu Xing's email came faster than he could speak: "Okay?"

"No." A sticky blood welled up in Chutian's throat, and he suppressed it and continued to reply, "My illness is quite complicated, and Mr. Yang can't cure it."

It took a long time this time before Lu Xing replied: "Oh."

knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door, and then Du Heng asked in a low voice: "Master, are you awake? It's time to take medicine."

Chu Tian conveniently sent it to Lu Xing: "Next time we talk about little uncle, I have to drink medicine^^."

Putting down the phone, Chu Tian asked Du Heng to come in by himself.

This time Du Heng put two sweet-scented osmanthus candies next to the medicine bowl, and said earnestly: "Master, I know the medicine is bitter, but you can't eat so much sweet-scented osmanthus candies at once, it's bad for teeth and blood sugar. Shan brought a pack of the boss, and you will finish it in a few days. Fortunately, this time Lu Ling brought an osmanthus fragrance pack, and he has the ingredients to make a few. He just made it. You have to promise me that a bowl of medicine will only last Eat two candies, or..." He threatened, "Senior Sister is going to cut down the old osmanthus tree!"

Chu Tian agreed.After drinking the medicine, he peeled off an osmanthus candy, he doesn't like candy, one a day is the limit, all the candy he brought last time was left on Lu Xing's desk.

At the same time, on the other side, Lu Xing was standing on the top of the highest tower in Linhai City. There were originally four words in the email: "Are you in Linhai?"

Go back and click delete.

With the help of his toes, Lu Xing instantly disappeared into the night.

After searching for nearly an hour, I finally found a public phone booth that was still working.

Lu Xing stuffed coins and dialed a series of numbers.

beep...

After a long wait, the connection was made at the last second. Yang Xilin looked at the unfamiliar landline number, yawned and said, "Second Young Master, where did you find the public phone this time? I told you to buy a mobile phone, you..."

"What's wrong with Chutian?" Lu Xing interrupted him.

Yang Xilin sighed for a long time: "I'm ashamed, I can't diagnose Master Chu's illness."

After a few seconds of silence, Lu Xing was about to hang up the phone.

Ding.

His tablet rang, it was a new email, Chu Tian: 【Good night little uncle! 】

At this moment, Yang Xilin's voice resounded through the phone booth: "However, I have a suggestion that Master Chu go to my senior nephew. He inherits my senior brother's mantle, and is my senior brother's favorite student. He is twice as good as blue, so he shouldn't be unable to diagnose Chu Zhang." The sickness of the door, unless the head of Chu didn't go... I almost forgot, there is another possibility, if I know that I introduced the head of Chu, my nephew will not tell the head of Chu after the diagnosis, he and I Hatred is as deep as the sea."

Lu Xing asked, "Name."

Yang Xilin replied in seconds: "Sima Qin of the First Hospital!"

Lu Xing hung up the phone.

Some of the streetlights in the old city were not working, and no one came to repair them, so they remained dark like this. The phone booth was very dark. Lu Xing looked at the mail, and replied after a long while: "Don't call me little uncle."

He didn't close the mailbox, and the email came after a few seconds: "Understood, you are two years older than me, it is really inappropriate to call you young, uncle^^"

Lu Xing directly turned off the tablet.

He pushed open the door of the phone booth, and soon the figure appeared at the end of the street, and soon disappeared again.

……

In the darkness, Sima Qin woke up suddenly.

He wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, lightly patted his throbbing chest, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, ready to go to the living room to drink a glass of water to calm the shock.

He just had a nightmare, dreaming of a...

Just as the door was opened a crack, a sliver of light from the corridor came in. Sima Qin was shocked suddenly, his neck stiffened and he turned his head. The figure on the balcony was tall and straight, exactly like in his dream.

The voice is comparable to that of a refrigerator: "Cure Chutian, don't kill him."

After saying that, the figure disappeared instantly.

When he came back to his senses, Sima Qin found that he was covered in cold sweat.

The next day, just as Chu Tian woke up, he received a call from the hospital.

The nurse's voice was gentle and sweet: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Chu Tian? Are you free to go to the hospital for an examination today? Dr. Sima Qin will serve you one-on-one."