Chapter 474 is written

At the beginning of the year, the forest was silent, for two or three days, there were no stars, no moon, no wind and no rain, and in the middle of the night, it was still sullen and hot.

Mu Qianxun lay beside Mu Haoran's bed, sleepy, the sweat on his neck ran down his collarbone, blurry, and was awakened by a crisp and powerful cry.

Outside the house, there was the sound of messy footsteps, and then, on the faintly lit window reflected by the candlelight, there were flashing shadows and shadows, and suddenly, Mu Qianxun was overjoyed.

In addition to the previous baby girl, a total of five babies were recovered, and the loud cry came from the mouth of the previous baby girl.

The medical skills of the ghost are really superb, the ointment was only wiped once, and the baby girl was better for a while, and now, it is no different from a normal baby.

The fluttering claws seem to be dissatisfied with the restraints of the night, two small arms, waving back and forth in the air, big black eyes, dripping and turning.

grinning at Mu Qianxun, the smiling Mu Qianxun twitched in his heart, smiled bitterly, was full of apologies, and his eyes became more and more sad.

This little baby girl is completely different from Mu Haoran's thin and weak appearance, but like a baby who has not been around for a full moon, on the other hand, Mu Haoran's dying appearance is heartbreaking.

The five babies, all of whom were about the same as Mu Haoran, whimpered and muttered, with only one breath left, if it weren't for the few pills that Ghost Yisai stuffed before leaving, I am afraid that they would not be able to hold the forest alive.

Two of them were picked up from a mass grave in Linzhen, and three of them were brought from people's homes after several inquiries, and they were all waiting for death.

If you can save it, you can save it, even if you have excellent medical skills, you are not a god who can really wake up and return to God after all, there are always people he can't save.

Mu Haoran can still last for a day, but these babies can't last another day, whether they dissect their hearts or draw blood, they should take advantage of tonight.

Mu Qianxun's fingers swept over the baby girl's delicate cheeks, and smiled softly, I hope that after tonight, Mu Haoran can be as radiant as this baby girl.

Looking at the softness of the corners of Mu Qianxun's eyebrows and eyes, Ye Chen also smiled with relief, Mu Qianxun's sincerity in liking children can be seen that a few days ago, Mu Haoran's condition really forced her to be anxious.

"Master, will you give this child a name?"

Mu Qianxun was slightly stunned, staring at Yechen's face, but his eyes were scattered and couldn't gather.

With a squeak, the ghost Yi opened his mouth melodiously and slightly:

"Heh, why did I name the child I saved?"

Xu was because of Mu Haoran's illness and had hope, so Mu Qianxun had the interest to joke a few words:

"Okay, well, with our great miracle doctor, where can I let this little woman be presumptuous, this name is still a great miracle doctor. ”

The tone is bright, it seems that even the back is dyed with a bit of playfulness, and the narrow peach blossom eyes of Ghost Yi are smiling, revealing the mystery that is about to leave.

"Xinyan, the smile of the new student, okay?"

Ye Chen's flattering approval, Mo Xian's body trembled, and his heart was pounding, and now, very few people mentioned Qianyan in front of him, and her name seemed to have become a shunner.

Although this is not the same as saying this, he is still distressed by being touched, leaving aside the baby girl who was tired of crying and sleeping peacefully in Ye Chen's arms, and he didn't know what to do.

The five babies lined up on the bed, and the ghost Yi had diagnosed them one by one, frowning for a moment and stretching out.

"Heh!

Well, go out with Xinyan, I will deal with it, and I will give you an answer at the latest.

Boil some hot water, and Ling Ze will bring it in, as for you, cook more nourishing porridge, the kind with less flavorful rice, can you understand?"

Ghost Yi's face was full of disgust, and his eyes swept over the faces of several people present one by one, and froze on Mu Qianxun.

Mu Qianxun nodded obediently, pursed her lips, her palms were drenched in cold sweat, and she clenched into a fist sticky.

She knew that Guiyi didn't want her to see the scene in the house, so she went out, in fact, since she believed him, she could only resign herself to fate, even if she guarded it, what would she do.

The moment the door was closed, Mu Qianxun saw Ghost Yi's indifferent smile from the crack in the door, and a worried heart seemed to calm down for the most part.

Boil medicine, wash rice, add fire, according to Guiyi's instructions, the porridge is fragrant, everything, but Mu Youchen is doing it, and Mu Qianxun is absent-mindedly helping.

Slowly and for a long time, wisps of smoke and clouds floated over the hut, gently curling, and the silent bamboo forest was only noisy here.

The night is fading, experiencing the darkness at the end of the day, the sky is brightening with stars, Mu Qianxun is anxiously waiting, and the porridge is hot, and again.

The hour of Ghost Yi's promise has passed, and the slight collision between the utensils has long been no longer heard in the house, and there is no footsteps, but there is still no trace of Ghost Yi.

Mu Qianxun's jade hands turned purple, hot and dry, but the palms were cold temperature, pacing back and forth in front of the house, looking at it from time to time.

Mu Youchen leaned against the door panel, retracted his outstretched palm, and stretched out again, and finally knocked on the door after all kinds of entanglement.

There was no response in the house, the deathly silence, glanced at Mu Qianxun, and resolutely pushed open the door, the wax in the room was not extinguished, and the sky was bright, and it became more and more dim.

The scene inside the house, frighteningly messy, with his back to the direction of the door panel, Ghost Yi was half-paralyzed on the side of the bed, not moving.

On the ground, there were dripping, almost dried blood stains, falling on the cyan floor, and the color was different and terrifying.

Mu Qianxun was holding the door frame in a daze, his haggard face was even more pale, the color in his eyes changed sharply, almost suffocating, and his lips moved slightly, but he couldn't breathe out either.

stumbled to the side of the bed, only to see that Mu Haoran's face was gone, and the layer of pale green ointment was gone, and the wound was treated cleanly.

Fingers trembled and sighed to his snort, and in an instant, his body went limp, gasping for breath, alive, alive......

Crawling in front of the ghost as if he had just woken up from a dream, his heart twitched fiercely, his mind was complicated, and he was speechless.

Ghost Yi was already emaciated, and at this time, the fairy face was like a blank piece of paper, fragile, as if it could be broken when poked.

In the wide purple robe, two wrists the thickness of bamboo poles, wrapped in gauze, were spilling blood, what he had done, he couldn't understand it better.

With tears in his eyes, his fingers probed his tall nose, and the ghost moved suddenly, avoiding Mu Qianxun's fingers, and murmured vaguely:

"Take it away! It's not dead yet! I've been tossing for most of the night, and you're coming to disturb my purity again, alas, ......."

His heart moved, and in the face of the ghostly clouds, Mu Qianxun didn't dare to agree, if he wasn't extremely weak, how could he be willing to lie here.

"Don't move, I'll send you to rest. ”

took two clean handkerchiefs, wrapped them around the bleeding place on his wrist, and motioned to Mu Youchen.

Mu Youchen was preparing to set him up, but was stopped by Mu Qianxun, only saying that he was too weak and couldn't walk, otherwise he might hurt his life.

So, Mu Youchen obeyed Mu Qianxun's dispatch, hugged Ghost Yi horizontally, and put him in the backyard without touching the ground.

Holding the ghost, the only feeling is ...... The bones were clutching the arm, hurting, and weighing, not a few points heavier than Mu Qianxun.

Thinking of the time when he was seriously injured, Guiyi carried him all the way, from the stone forest to the main house, and he was steady, and he couldn't help but feel a chill.

In the backyard, taking advantage of the muddy nightmare of ghost sleep, Mu Qianxun checked his pulse, his pulse was weak, his breath was weak, and he was poisoned.

frowned, didn't stretch for a long time, and sighed one after another, Ghost Yi actually released most of the blood to Mu Haoran, but the poison on Mu Haoran's body caused him.

Although the poison is easy to solve, after all, it has been left in Mu Haoran's body for a long time, and it has almost fused with the blood.

is already thin and weak, and after this incident, the young man must not be reduced to a sick man, thinking about it, I can't help but feel sad.

If you take her blood, or Mu Youchen's blood, it is a matter of course, Ghost Yi is willing to bother and work hard, it is already benevolent and righteous, why should he pay so much for them.

It turned out to be a meeting in Pingshui, so there was no need to involve too much, but now, she owes Guiyi, she has long been unable to repay, how can she let Guiyi spare her life to save Mu Haoran.

There is no ghost, Mu Youchen is afraid that he has died on that day, there is no ghost, Mu Haoran is also premature stillborn, he just regarded everything as a favor that day, and did not take it to heart.

Now, he is only thinking about her love, she has no words to report in the next life, and she feels more and more guilty, and she is still unclear in this life, let alone in the next life......

Mu Na got up, but before she turned around, Ghost Yi grabbed her sleeve, and the wound on her wrist hurt badly, and she quickly let go and put it on the side of the bed:

"Hey, if you want to boil the porridge, is it ready, give me a bowl, my wound will also be nourished. ”

lost his usual arrogance, his tone was soft and good, he was so leisurely, but Mu Qianxun's heart was heavy and unchanged.

Pulling the corners of his mouth, it seems to be soothing, it seems to be perfunctory:

"Okay, I'll give you Sheng, you poisonous ......"

The beautiful eyes were half-opened, revealing a little cunning, and sneered:

"It's just a light poison, what can I do, and I can be cured in a few days.

Go and make porridge, I will not be poisoned, but I will starve to death. ”

Helpless, Mu Qianxun turned around to serve porridge, Guiyi squinted his eyes and smiled bitterly, is it cured, I'm afraid it's hopeless......

When he was still in his mother's womb, he was poisoned, and he was born prematurely, his body was born with defects, and he was not breastfed.

So, when he grew into an adult, he was still thin and weak, and the strange doctor put the medicine into his blood, and over the years, his body was still tough.

In addition, he gradually became proficient in medical science, and it was not difficult to adjust his dilapidated body, but now, he spent most of his blood to Mu Haoran, and he was infected with his poison.

With his blood, Mu Haoran will get better faster, after such a childhood experience, maybe his body will be weaker than ordinary children, but this body of medicinal blood will keep him safe for a lifetime, it is enough.

As for him...... It's just a few years less, he wants her to remember him, even if he has no chance in this life, he still hopes that she can remember him, remember his love, and remember his person......

gagged her lips, coughed lightly, the smile in her eyes was dazzling, remembering her voice and smile, and laughed stupidly.

He will suppress his poison, he will live well in the few remaining years, the day she learns of his death, let her feel good pain, so that she can remember him well.