The moon-white cherry blossom dress reveals a gorgeous and elegant style under the dye of the crystal lamp curtain, and the south drunken sheng lies on the red sandalwood brocade couch, under the knees is a precious and rare snow-colored fox skin carpet, and the skirt of the blooming cherry blossoms is laid on the snow-colored fox skin, which looks like the smoke and glow of the cherry blossom season from a distance.

The two doctors with pale sideburns were frowning, they looked at Nan Zuisheng who was angry and refused to drink the medicine, and the girl in front of them only showed such a childish appearance when she drank the medicine. But if you think about it carefully, today's Miss Nanda is still a minor, isn't she just a child. For children, the importance of bitterness and stomach is indeed disgusting, but the child's body can only withstand the side effects of traditional Chinese medicine.

The bullet in the gunshot wound in the heart has not yet been removed, and it is said that the bullet is the latest developed weapon, which can move freely in the flesh and blood of the human body with the control of the outside world. Fortunately, the position of the bullet in Miss Nan's wound was not deep, and if the position of the bullet was a little lower, a little deeper, then even the gods would feel powerless.

The two doctors were looking at Nan Zuisheng lying on the red sandalwood brocade couch with a sad face, they carefully held the porcelain bowl in their hands, only to feel that the temperature of the medicinal juice was gradually dropping: "Miss, you will be scheduled to have surgery next month, if you don't recuperate well, the operation time must be delayed, your gunshot wound will be repeatedly inflamed, and in the end, you will be the one who suffers." ”

At this point, they were in a hurry, eager to turn into jackals, tigers and leopards, and directly pounced and poured all the medicinal juice in the porcelain bowl into Nan Zuisheng's mouth. However, the girl in front of her is the eldest lady of the family, the noble and glorious golden branches and jade leaves, how can they collide at will.

Nan Fusheng stood quietly on the inside of the outer hall for a long time, he stared intently at Nan Zuisheng lying on the red sandalwood brocade couch and playing tricks, only feeling that such a smart and vivid girl, he seemed to have not seen it for a long time. Because of the torture of illness, he watched Nan Zuisheng's originally clear and agile ink eyes dim day by day.

Until now, the beauty's ink eyes are still clear, but they have lost their vivid and agile color. Looking at Nan Zuisheng's rare childishness, Nan Fusheng only felt a slight heat in his heart, he forcibly pressed the urge to rush over and hug the girl tightly, and stood quietly outside the hall staring at Nan Zuisheng.

Gazing at the smart and lively appearance of the treasure in my heart.

The soft pillow stuffed with rose petals exuded the fragrance of the intoxicating roses, and Nan Zuisheng buried his face in the rose pillow like a lying bear, sniffing the fragrance that lingered on the end of his nose: "Anyway...... I have suffered a lot of sins in the past ten years, 365 days a year, there is not a single day of taking medicine, besides, it is just an operation, I am not afraid at all, my own body I know, no matter how much medicine I take, it will not be useful. ”

The voice did not fall. She sighed softly. Looking back carefully on the past 16 years, she has almost never stopped taking medicine, even when she was a baby, she also needs to hire a nurse to drink some body-tonifying decoction, and then put it in milk and water and feed it to her.

Over the years, Nan Zuisheng revealed a faint medicinal fragrance from her bones, and sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if her blood had already turned into blood-colored medicinal juice in the daily drinking. After all, to put it simply, I'm afraid that the water she has drunk in her life has not been as much Chinese medicine as she has drunk.

Hearing Nan Zuisheng say this, the two doctors with mottled sideburns lowered their heads in silence, they didn't know about the physical condition of this Nan Da Lady, on the contrary, it was because they understood it too clearly, so they were anxious to study all kinds of body-tonic prescriptions, hoping to bring medical miracles to the child in front of them.

But......

It really seems to have ...... Too late.

Nan Zuisheng's illness and physical weakness are innate, and the pulse is different from the calm and strong of normal people, Nan Zuisheng's pulse is very weak and very slow. When all the doctors in the palace were taking Nan Zuisheng's pulse, they were all surprised to find that even these experienced and authoritative doctors, if they didn't sink their hearts and feel it carefully for a moment, it would be difficult to detect and distinguish Nan Zuisheng's pulse.

Because the pulse that is sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, is too weird, but most of the time Nan Zuisheng's pulse is weak, like an old man in his last years.

Obviously she is only a sixteen-year-old girl, but because of her innate deficiency, she has been accompanied by decoction all day long, and Nan Zuisheng has always been humble and polite to these doctors, it is because these old men with mottled sideburns sincerely like Nan Zuisheng This child, otherwise they will not rack their brains and study the prescription day and night.

The doctor was feeling the temperature of the decoction in his hand that was gradually cooling, and he couldn't help but be a little anxious, he stopped his anxious steps, and looked at the back of Nan Zuisheng lying on the red sandalwood brocade couch with his eyes: "Miss, no matter what, these medicines must be drunk." Although you can't find a cure for your illness for a while, these decoctions can relieve your pain to the greatest extent. ”

Nan Zuisheng: ......

It's not that she's hypocritical, but really, she really doesn't want to drink these decoctions anymore. Every time she dreams back in the middle of the night, the gunshot wound in the heart will be dull pain, and she has never looked carefully at the wound that is gradually subsuming, and even when she changes the dressing, she will look away in disgust.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but she can smell the flesh rotting at the wound.

And this bullet was willingly blocked by Nan Fusheng, from the time she was shot and fell into a coma to now, Nan Zuisheng has never regretted it. It was my brother who always pampered and took care of himself, from childhood to adulthood, day after day, year after year, and never stopped getting tired of it.

Her brother's kindness to her is difficult to repay in this life, so --- Nan Zuisheng is willing to exchange his life for Nan Fusheng's future. Thinking about this, Nan Zuisheng's ink eyes buried deep in the soft pillow of rose petals quietly became wet, she blinked her blurred eyes, and tears penetrated into the rose petals along the tulle brocade.

Brother...... I miss you.

I really miss you.

Sensing Nan Zuisheng's sudden sadness, the two doctors looked at each other, and after they quickly exchanged glances with each other, one of the older doctors stepped forward and took out this old face to care for Nan Zuisheng in their own way: "Yes, Miss Nan, you can drink it." These prescriptions are the ones we have been painstakingly studying for several days, although they are just a bowl of plain medicine, but they are integrated with the hard work of each of us, if there is no effect, the old man will not say a word, and eat the prescription in front of the eldest lady. ”

The mottled doctor with mottled sideburns can be said to have completely abandoned his dignity and arrogance, looking at the sad and lonely girl figure in front of them, they only felt that their hearts and livers were tightly pinching and aching. How could such a noble and elegant, humble and courteous good boy have such an intricate illness?

It is self-evident that the glorious dignity of the eldest lady of the family is self-evident, that is the existence of how many women in the world compete to chase and admire, and the Nan Zuisheng in front of her has an innate noble identity and glorious status, but at the same time, she was endowed with a disease-ridden deficiency by God.

Recalling the increasingly weak pulse when he checked Nan Zuisheng's pulse in the past two days, the two doctors with mottled sideburns sighed softly. I'm afraid that such a weak pulse can't last long, and if you do more than four years, the girl in front of you will die in pain and pain.

How long is four years?

But in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the girl, although gorgeous and elegant, she revealed a sad and gloomy figure, and the two doctors were involuntarily red. The hearts of the doctor's parents, looking at Nan Zui's gradually depressed appearance, their hearts are also very uncomfortable, this feeling of trying their best but still being powerless is really terrible.

The bright sunset light was rendered in the sky, and Nan Zuisheng raised his eyes to look at the layered and magnificent picture scroll in front of him through the arc-shaped clear and magnificent floor-to-ceiling window: "...... Give me the medicine. She gazed at the golden orange sunset, only to see a bright red light tear through the clouds, shining deeply on the white marble courtyard outside the window.

Hearing this, the two doctors hurriedly handed over the soup and candied fruit in their hands, for fear that Nan Zuisheng would suddenly regret it in the next second: "After the eldest lady drinks the medicine, you can take a few candied fruits to ease the bitterness, and we will go back to the medical center first to continue to study the prescription." At this point, the doctor with mottled sideburns bowed slightly to Nan Zuisheng, and then lifted the medicine box and walked to the outer hall.

Nan Zuisheng also bowed his knees slightly in return with the porcelain bowl in his hand, and she naturally couldn't stand the etiquette of the elders as a junior, but the palace rules in the palace of the Sakura Kingdom were strict, and the two doctors were saying that they would not ignore the etiquette rules, and they insisted on saluting Nan Zuisheng.

In desperation, Nan Zuisheng had to bend his knees and salute at the same time as they saluted, Xuan Guo respected the elders, and the etiquette rules in the family have long been deeply engraved in her bones, she will not rely on the status of Miss Nanda to despise the elders at will, let alone feel superior.

Because she is a drunken student, she is just an ordinary woman in the world. Status, appearance, wealth, these things, whether life brings or death does not take away, she has already seen through it.

The moon-white cherry blossom dress dragged on the snow-colored fox skin carpet, and after Nan Zuisheng bowed his knees and saluted the two doctors in return, she naturally wanted to send them to the outer hall, but when she slowly got up and raised her eyes, looking at the inner side of the outer hall through the smooth and flawless bead curtain, what caught her eye was Nan Fusheng's handsome and familiar face.

Brother......

Nan Zuisheng's lips opened slightly, she wanted to call Nan Fusheng's name, but she couldn't make a sound anyway, she raised her arm and gently covered her lips, and a layer of hazy mist quickly filled her clear ink eyes. The brother who had been thinking about it day and night suddenly appeared in front of her, and she only felt that her originally empty heart was instantly filled and glowed with warm and vigorous vitality.

"Drunk." Looking at Nan Zuisheng's tearful eyes, Nan Fusheng also felt his heart hot, he hooked his thin lips and smiled slightly, and then lifted the bead curtain and entered the inner hall.

The dazzling jewelry illuminated the magnificence of the entire palace, and Nan Fusheng strode close to Nan Zuisheng's body, staring down at the girl's hazy ink eyes: "Good and dignified, what are you crying about?" Could it be that he cried sadly after seeing his brother? ”

Hearing Nan Fusheng say this, Nan Zuisheng hurriedly shook her head, she choked and sobbed, and then slammed into Nan Fusheng's warm chest, and regardless of any image, she firmly wrapped her legs and arms around Nan Fusheng's body, and hugged the handsome and upright man in front of her tightly like an octopus, for fear that the next second the opponent would take advantage of her inattention and then disappear in front of her.