Leng Hongye held the delirious boy in his arms, braved the heavy snow and trotted all the way back to the other courtyard, and hurriedly put him on the bed as soon as he entered the door. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info saw that he was short of breath, his face was as pale as paper, and his smooth forehead was covered with sweat.

How so?

She grabbed the boy's slender arm, fingers resting lightly on his wrist, pulse beating fast and disorganized, up and down, up and down. She admits that she has seen countless diseases, but she has never encountered such a strange pulse, as if two completely different forces collide with each other in the young man's body, and they are incompatible with each other. As a result, the heart pulse is damaged, and there is a sign of exhaustion at any time.

This phenomenon is not at all like it is caused by a sudden illness, but rather like the depletion of the heart veins caused by the inadvertent madness of martial arts people when they practice the advanced internal strength of the mind......

But Xiao Ye is so small and so weak, how can he practice any martial arts?

She quickly got up and fetched a cotton bag, and when she opened it, rows of silver needles were pinned to the cotton cloth. She took three of the thinnest silver needles, and applied them to the three places in front of her inner official, the door, and the front of her heart, temporarily protecting her heart from being burned by the power of cold and heat. After the needle was applied, the look of pain on the boy's face seemed to decrease by one point. But beyond that, she couldn't do it anymore.

"Saya, Saya?" She patted the boy lightly on the cheek, trying to awaken his senses.

"En......" The young man groaned twice, opened his eyes weakly, looked at the blurred outline in front of him, and a small face twisted together in pain.

"Xiaoye, tell me, where did you go before, you were fine before, why did it suddenly become like this?" She anxiously grabbed his two hands, a cold and a hot came through the palm, which couldn't help but make her feel numb in her scalp, how could a normal child have such a phenomenon?

"I'm fine...... You don't care about me......" He wanted to shake off her hand, but his body didn't have any strength, and this little movement didn't help at all. He knew that he had started to have seizures again, but this time the seizure phenomenon was very different from the original, the two forces in the dantian were incompatible, as if they were going to tear apart his internal organs, which made people feel painful.

"Why don't you tell me to ignore you, you're dying, do you know!" Leng Hongye let go of his hand, looking at him anxious and angry looking in pain, but even so, she could only do it helplessly. For this kind of disease, she really doesn't know what to do if she doesn't know martial arts......

What to do?

She hurriedly circled around the room.

Unable to go on like this, she turned around and rummaged through the room looking for something. But she searched and searched, but only found some bottles and cans that were useless.

"Cold, so cold......" The young man on the bed curled up slightly in pain and moaned, like a frozen cat, huddled and trembling.

"Cold?" Leng Hongye was stunned, and hurriedly went over to help him cover the quilt, and when he saw that he was trembling, he ran back to his house and took out the quilt to cover him for him.

The quilt was covered, but the young man's face gradually turned from white to red, and he was sweating profusely, "hot...... I'm so hot......"

"Okay, okay, don't cover the quilt, I'll move it." Leng Hongye hurriedly removed the quilt again, and then took a towel to wipe the sweat off his face little by little. But it didn't take long for him to start shouting cold again, and this back and forth drove her crazy.

It can't go on like this, she couldn't sit still, so she simply got up and went to the pharmacy next to her to look for medicinal herbs.

With Xiao Ye's current condition, instead of sitting and waiting to die, it is better to think that it is a medicine similar to his symptoms, even if it is better to suppress one of the forces first, at least it can make him less painful.

Seeing the owner busy in the house, the little snow wolf was surprisingly well-behaved, lying obediently in his own nest, looking at the way the owner was about to cry, it would also whimper in a low voice from time to time.

No one paid attention to the cold red leaves, in a hurry, she quickly blended a pair of cold medicine, seeing that Xiao Ye was so painful, she boldly added two petals of the purple mandala to the medicinal herbs, in order to remove the toxicity of the purple mandala itself, she also deliberately added the flower stems and licorice of the white mandala.

She only uses the mandala as a last resort when she encounters someone with a missing arm or leg who needs anesthesia, and she never wants to use this kind of thing. But now that Xiao Ye is in a special situation, a little appropriate use can at least alleviate his pain.

She decocted the medicine until it boiled, and when she returned to the room with the medicine bowl, the young man was still curled up on the bed in pain, his face was horribly pale, and there was no blood at all.

"Xiaoye, get up and take your medicine." She walked over and gently lifted him up, let him lean into her arms, and called him softly.

She carefully blew the decoction in the small spoon to cool, and then handed it to the young man's mouth.

Jing Jiuye's eyes opened weakly, and his vision was hazy.

He knew that he would have a hard time with it, and that it would be useless to take any medicine, but he didn't say it.

The cold body leaned weakly on her arms, and a trace of warmth came through the layers of clothing, as if even he was gradually warmed by this faint temperature, and it was no longer as cold and bone-eroding as just now.

Seeing Leng Hongye patiently handing over the medicine, he hesitated for a moment, and finally opened his mouth slightly, swallowing those gentle decoctions little by little.

For some reason, for the first time, he couldn't bear to refuse the care from this woman, and he didn't have the strength to refuse.

It's just that while he couldn't bear to refuse, a slight loss inexplicably rose in his heart.

Her care will always be limited to that delicate young man, and when he returns to his original appearance, it will have nothing to do with the real Jing Jiuye......

After taking the medicine, Jing Jiuye moved slightly, found a comfortable position in her arms, and gently closed her eyes as if she was greedy for this last warmth.

He seemed to forget the pain, curled up in her arms, and began to fall asleep.

Leng Hongye quietly reached out and put the medicine bowl aside, not daring to move easily. She lowered her eyebrows to look at the young man who was still asleep in her arms, and reached out to probe the pulse in his neck, which was no longer as chaotic as before, and seemed to be easing.

She quietly breathed a sigh of relief, her tense expression finally eased, and she was afraid for a while when she remembered that she was helpless just now. There are still too many diseases in the world that she has not seen, and she will be helpless just now, which proves that she is incompetent as a doctor.

Outside the house was snowing heavily, and the house was silent.

The slender boy slept peacefully in the arms of the cold red leaves, and the sound of even breathing echoed softly in the air. The shadow of the candle flickered in the dim, stretching her shadow very long...... (To be continued.) )