In the wing, clean beds. The furnishings in the room are extremely simple, with a table and a chair.

Chonghua put the burden on the head of the bed and sat down slowly on the edge of the bed.

An indescribable tiredness slowly crept up from the soles of his feet. Maybe it was really relieved, and my whole body began to ache.

It's been a long time since I've had such a tight nerve. Chonghua raised his hand to find that his fingers were trembling slightly.

Tonight, at least, it's safe.

So, tomorrow, what to do?

Dongfang Xu took her in today just out of morality, but she couldn't stay cheekily.

Looking at the dark night outside the window, Chonghua frowned tightly and pressed his trembling fists.

Calm down, calm down, the worst outcome is death. The worst outcome is death.

That night, Chonghua wrapped himself tightly in the quilt. Almost to the point of suffocating himself, he fell into a deep sleep.

On the second day, Qing'er stood at the door for a long time, but still didn't hear the sound of Chonghua getting up.

"Sir, that woman is lazy. I can't get up at the end of the day. Trotting all the way to Dongfang Xu to complain, Qing'er's mouth was pursed high.

Dongfang Xu was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and thought about it: "Qing'er, have you gone into the house to see it?" Is she still there? ”

Qing'er was stunned for a moment, turned around and ran to the wing.

yes, maybe I snuck away last night. That's why there was no movement in the morning.

Pushing open the door with a creak, Qing'er poked her little head in.

The bed was a clump and it didn't move.

Qing'er turned around and was about to run to tell Dongfang Xu that the person was still there, but as soon as she turned around, she stopped. Ay? What was the man talking about?

Cautiously approaching the bed, I saw Chonghua muttering something in the quilt in a daze.

Qing'er couldn't help but stretch out her little hand and put it on Chonghua's flushed face.

Ah, it's hot.

"Sir, sir, the man has a fever." Qing'er almost ran to find Dongfang Xu.

Chonghua had a high fever.

In the confusion, the dreams continued. One moment called Mom, and the other said to postpone the delivery in a few days. Dongfang Xu couldn't hear what she was saying, but frowned slightly and twisted a cold towel and put it on Chonghua's forehead.

The burning was so fierce, either the weather was freezing or it was greatly frightened. Such a well-dressed woman, talking and behaving is not something that ordinary people have, what has happened to make such a big burden?

"Chonghua! Chonghua! Lu Ningyuan pounded the invisible barrier hard, as if he was watching the scene inside from the side of the glass.

Can't sleep, there's something wrong with that person! He's not what you think he is, and it's dangerous for you to stay here. Wake up. Wake up.

"Ning Yuan!" Mu Jingran slapped Lu Ningyuan in the face.

Lu Ningyuan's eyes suddenly widened, and he stared ahead without focus. His face was covered in cold sweat, and one hand was tightly grasping the armrest of the sofa.

"Okay?" Mu Jingran sighed and handed him the tissue box: "You have a nightmare." I can't wake you up for a long time. ”

"Senior sister, she's in danger. She is now in a precarious situation. Lu Ningyuan came to his senses a little and said with an anxious face.

Mu Jingran glanced at him lightly, took out a cigarette and lowered his head to light it. After a while, he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Ning Yuan, you have to think about it. If you go too deep, maybe one day, you won't even have a chance to wake up. Is it worth it? ”

Mu Jingran's tone was light, and there was no emotion at all. It's like talking about something very ordinary.

But Lu Ningyuan looked at Mu Jingran suspiciously.

"Senior sister, what does this mean?"

Mu Jingran looked at him deeply and snuffed out the half-smoked cigarette.

"My grandmother once told me that if you dream too deeply, you will eventually not be able to wake up. Chonghua is one of your patients, and she has nothing to do with you. Even if you don't save her, no one will blame you. So, do you want to go on like this? ”

Lu Ningyuan looked at Mu Jingran in a daze, but Mu Jingran's eyes were calm. That gaze is just like the pertinent advice he puts forward to the patient on weekdays, not forced, just waiting for the patient to make his own decision.

"I ......," Lu Ningyuan wanted to say, he couldn't look at Chonghua being so dangerous for such a person. But the truth is really as Mu Jingran said. Chonghua actually has nothing to do with him, even if he doesn't want to save her, no one will complain about him.

So, what is he guarding Chonghua for?

Bow your head and be silent. Lu Ningyuan found that he couldn't answer this question.

This is just one of many of his cases. There are also many patients who are special to Bihua. But he had never done so hard as he did this time.

The language of "I ......" was pale, and Lu Ningyuan couldn't explain that kind of feeling.

Mu Jingran looked at him, and slowly stroked Lu Ningyuan's shoulder with one hand.

"Ning Yuan, senior sister won't say anything. But you have to figure out what you're doing. For what to do. After all, it's risky. It's like you can't donate your heart to someone who sees them pitiful. You have to think it through. ”

Lu Ningyuan lowered his head silently, he understood this truth.

The notebook in hand is densely filled with scenes seen in dreams.

Unlike Chonghua, who can only dream of Ling Yuehe, Lu Ningyuan's perspective is like watching a movie. The scene is constantly changing. Whether it's the Ling Mansion, or the Tongjiang Palace, or that person. He could see it all.

Some details, Lu Ningyuan made a detailed record.

But what is he doing this for?

Lu Ningyuan was silent for a while, then raised his head: "Senior sister, are there any cigarettes?" ”

Mu Jingran sighed: "Didn't you quit?" ”

Lu Ningyuan smiled helplessly: "At this time, no one will blame me anyway." ”

Back then, quitting smoking was for girlfriends, but now that people are gone, it doesn't make sense to quit smoking without quitting.

Mu Jingran took out a cigarette from his bag and handed it to him, and took a lighter for him to light it. Lu Ningyuan took a hard puff of his cigarette. Close your eyes and spit out slowly. It was as if the breath in his chest had been spit out.

When I opened my eyes again, there was already clarity in my eyes.

"Senior sister, is there anything you didn't do at the time, but now that you regret it in retrospect?"

Mu Jingran instantly understood the meaning of Lu Ningyuan's words. Immediately laughed. Stretched out his hand and rubbed it vigorously on Lu Ningyuan's head.

"Okay, senior sister can help you. I can't be involved in this, but it's okay to be a backup. ”

Yes, if you don't do it now, will you regret it in a few years?

Lu Ningyuan picked up the glasses that were placed on the table and put them on. Picked up the pen and opened a single page on the note, and wrote in the first line: Dongfang Xu, the Nine Emperors.