In the days of being a master for the male protagonist

Opening up the sleeves, there were also large and small bruises on the arms, Yuan Lian frowned tightly.

He didn't need to ask, he knew whose handwriting these were.

Yuan Lian glanced at Yuan Lie with a condensed gaze, and slowly put Mo Qingshan on the ground, took off his robe, and covered him with it.

He got up and walked towards Yuan Lie...

A moment later, Yuan Lian hugged the unconscious Mo Qingshan and quickly left Lengfu Mountain.

Not long after they left, Yuan Lie walked out with difficulty, clutching his chest. He raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, feeling extremely angry.

That kid Yuan Lian is really filial to his ancestors, it's really unfilial!

After leaving Lengfu Mountain, Yuan Lian found a medical center in the nearby city.

He rushed in with the person in his arms, even he himself didn't realize how anxious he looked at the moment.

On the way, he found that Mo Qingshan's body was getting hotter and hotter, and he couldn't wake up no matter what.

He knew that if he kept burning like this, his brain might burn out.

Yuan Lian didn't dare to delay any longer, and found this medical clinic all the way. The doctor is an old man who is nearly fifty years old, with white hair and white beard, and his medical skills should be pretty good.

The old man looked at Yuan Lian tremblingly, not daring to show his breath, his hands trembling uncontrollably when he felt his pulse.

Yuan Lian stood beside him, looking at him coldly, the more he looked at him, the more unreliable he felt, and he couldn't help frowning, "Why are you shaking?"

Hearing the words, the old man immediately paused, swallowed subconsciously, and forced himself in his heart, don't be afraid, don't shake, the patient is the most important thing.

In the extremely tense atmosphere, the old man finally entered the state. After feeling his pulse, he paused for a moment, with surprise in his eyes.

Then he put his hand on Mo Qingshan's wrist and cut the pulse carefully.

Finally got up again, looked into his eyes, checked his injuries...

This……

The old man withdrew his hand, stood up and looked at Yuan Lian. Although he was still afraid of him, Mo Qingshan's injury was too serious, and he sent him here only after he was like this.

He was also afraid that it would not be cured. The cold-faced evil star in front of him was causing trouble for him.

But he is not easy to let him go, after all he is also a doctor, how can a doctor ignore it with kindness.

Seeing his hesitant to speak, Yuan Lian felt a little irritable in her heart, "Say what you have to say."

The cold words made the old man tremble subconsciously, and then said, "This young man's injury is too serious, endangering his lungs, and the high fever must have injured his internal organs..."

Yuan Lie has never had any scruples about taking action, even if he wants to take over Mo Qingshan, as long as he succeeds in seizing the house, the injury on his body is not a big problem for him.

But Mo Qingshan is different, he doesn't have such powerful healing power, his cultivation is only middle to upper class, and he doesn't have extraordinary talent.

At this time, his spiritual power was exhausted again, and his body was already at the end of his strength, but he did not dare to pass out because of his strength.

He was inexplicably relieved until he saw Yuan Lian.

Yuan Lian didn't want to hear such ambiguous words, so he said directly, "You only need to cure... If you can't cure it, you don't need to open this store again."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, the old man felt faintly relieved, but he didn't let go, so he brought up the second half of the sentence.

He almost didn't bring it up in one breath, and pulled it away, why is this person so unreasonable!

But due to Yuan Lian's intimidating aura, he didn't dare to say much to refute, so he could only bow his head in response, "Yes, yes..."

Naturally, Yuan Lian would not use his medicine in vain, he threw an ingot of gold to the old man casually, and said, "Use the best medicine, I want him to live."

The old man took the gold and started to prepare.

Yuan Lian just stood by, exuding an aura of keeping strangers away, staring at Mo Qingshan on the bed with his eyes closed.

There is always a touch of sadness between the brows.

An hour later, the old man had already applied medicine to Mo Qingshan and wrapped it with a bandage. At first glance, there was almost no intact place on his body, and his limbs and upper body were all wrapped in cloth strips.

The injury on the face is the lightest, only the scar on the corner of the mouth.

After a while, the old man became a little at a loss, Yuan Lian noticed and asked, "What's wrong?"

The old man looked at him with some difficulty and said, "The medicine can't go in." Even the tube can't go in.

Hearing this, Yuan Lian murmured for trouble, but without too much hesitation, he stretched out his hand to take the soup from the old man's hand, and said, "Go ahead."

Mo Qingshan's side is almost done, just need to feed the medicine.

Seeing this, the old man didn't wait too long, turned around and left the door, leaving the place to Yuan Lian.

After the old man left, Yuan Lian sat down by the bed. He lowered his eyes, looked at that face, reached out to support the other's chin, and raised his hand to drink the soup in the bowl with his head up.

Then slowly leaned over, aimed at covering the bloodless lips, and passed the soup in the bowl to him one mouthful at a time.

At the end, after getting up, with his slender fingers, he gently wiped away the remaining medicine stains on Mo Qingshan's lips.

The fingertips inadvertently stayed a little longer, and the softness gently brushed under the fingertips.

Yuan Lian felt a ripple in his heart, as if soft and clean feathers had been gently brushed across it.

This feeling made him slightly confused, but it was fleeting.

Mo Qingshan was in a coma for several days, and Yuan Lian used the same method to feed him medicine every day.

He went from pale face with bloodless lips to normal complexion with rosy lips.

In just a few days, Yuan Lian developed a habit of subconsciously wiping her lips with her fingertips after feeding the medicine.

Gently, softly, slowly.

Finally, after lying down for many days, Mo Qingshan woke up this day before Yuan Lian gave him medicine.

Looking at those somewhat confused eyes, Yuan Lian slightly raised her eyebrows and asked, "I'm awake, how do you feel?"

After a long meeting, Mo Qingshan realized that he had been saved.

He looked at Yuan Lian and didn't know what to say, so he could only thank him in the old fashioned way, "Thank you, brother Yuan Lian, for helping me out."

Yuan Lian frowned slightly when he heard this, he looked at Mo Qingshan without saying a word, his eyes were deep.

Mo Qingshan was a little confused when he saw it. He opened his eyes, but before he could react, he heard Yuan Lian say, "It's time to take medicine."

As he spoke, he drank the soup and medicine in the bowl into his own mouth, then reached out to support his chin, and turned over directly.

Mo Qingshan was startled, opened his eyes wide, and forgot how to react for a moment.

Then he felt his lips soften, and those bitter and unpalatable Chinese medicines were slowly transferred into his mouth.

He subconsciously moved his Adam's apple and swallowed it.

Under Yuan Lian's forceful feeding of the medicine, Mo Qingshan drank all the medicine in the bowl.

At the end, Yuan Lian still did not forget to stretch out his fingers to gently wipe off the medicine stains on his lips.

Looking at Mo Qingshan who was stunned there, the corner of Yuan Lian's mouth twitched slightly, and then said, "Yuan Lian..."

Call him by his name, you don't need to call him so politely.

After speaking, he stood up and left the room with the medicine bowl in his hand.