A few sparkling green jade crystals shimmered in the streamer outside the window, withered and rotten roses curled up silently in the gorgeous and delicate wrapping paper, and the ribbons of bows flowed in silky softness.

A narrow and good-looking hand gently lifted the rose petals that fluttered to the ground, and the eclipse withered gray was no longer beautiful and charming, fragrant and rich.

Nan Fusheng's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked at Zero standing beside him inquiringly.

"It's strange, it was still in full bloom when I brought it here, why did it wither in just two hours?" Zero also looked at Nan Fusheng in confusion, and his eyes wandered, dazedly and ignorantly resting on the withered roses.

A polite knock sounded softly: "Come in." Nan Fusheng's deep gaze moved away from the withered roses, and his slender and straight figure turned to the ward door behind him without hurrying.

With chestnut slightly curly long hair messy and lingering on her shoulders, Xi Yusheng opened the door lightly and walked sideways into the ward, followed by her father Xi Ge and several old men with flowery sideburns: "Mr. Nan, this is my father and his best friend, both of whom are well-known and authoritative physicians in the medical field. ”

The silver-blue dress was stained with a few traces of rain, and the ornate beaded curtains that dotted the skirt were slightly flowing in the light with her gentle and soothing steps.

The upright and upright West Pavilion stepped forward steadily, bowed slightly and raised his eyes to look at Nan Fusheng, who respected Hua Tiancheng: "I heard that the eldest lady is seriously injured, so I contacted these close friends who have been going back and forth every day and cooperated with tacit understanding. ”

Hearing this, Nan Fusheng looked at the old man of the West Pavilion and the others who were standing behind Xi Yusheng, and said with a little respect in his low voice: "The kindness of the old man is remembered by Fusheng, so how can he talk about disturbing and accusing him?" Elder Xige, please: Ladies and gentlemen, please. ”

The slender and upright young man turned his back to the stratus clouds outside the window, turned around with elegant and calm steps, and greeted these veritable elders with a thoughtful manner.

Silently, he walked to a corner of the ward, his waist-length dark hair running smoothly on the white sweater. He stared puzzledly at the old man who bent down to observe the bouquet of withered roses, his delicate and picturesque eyebrows frowning imperceptibly, and then quietly stretching.

"This flower...... What's sprinkled on it? The old man with silver sideburns gently picked up a withered rose petal, narrowed his slightly cloudy eyes to meet the bright stratus clouds outside the window, and carefully observed the yellowed and shrunken dry wrinkled petal between his fingers.

The long ink-colored hair snaked along the thin waist and curled on the white knitted sweater, and Zero tilted his head to stare at the old man with silver sideburns in more and more confusion, raised his eyebrows slightly and whispered: "Except for the dew that condensed on the petals when the roses were just picked in the morning, there is nothing else, what?" Has this flower been tampered with? ”

At this point, he narrowed his delicate and beautiful phoenix eyes with zero danger, and his soft and picturesque face unabashedly revealed cold killing intent.

"That's not true, it's just a bouquet of roses, even if others want to do something, it's easy to be discovered." The old man with sideburns and silver beard stroked his long flowing beard a few times, and his upright and handsome face has been eroded by the years, and he has a kind eyebrow and kind eyes, and the charm of fairy wind and bones.

He crushed the withered petals on his fingertips, and scattered pieces of rose powder fell between his fingers: "It's just that the dew-stained roses in the early morning flow the purest aura in the world, and if the soul of the lost soul absorbs the aura contained in the roses, it will gradually regain its sanity, and it will no longer be a wandering and confused soul." ”

The meaningful words of the old man with sideburns and silver flowers made Nan Fusheng instantly lay down all the unbelievable things he had experienced before: "Are you saying that because the drunken student was too seriously injured, he lost his soul, which will lead to his current deep sleep and not waking up?" ”

The old man nodded slightly, and his right hand slowly stroked Yinhua's long beard without hurrying.

"Then how do you get back to your soul?" The gorgeous phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and Nan Fusheng's hands hanging on both sides of his body involuntarily clenched into fists: "If a person's soul can go from illusory to condensed and solid, but she is frightened by the intervention of other external forces, then, is it possible for her to return to her soul?" ”

The old man who looked like a fairy wind was stunned when he heard this, and the hand that was originally caressing Yinhua's sideburns instantly froze in front of him: "The soul is formless and traceless, without a trace, how can it be from illusory and unreal to solid and solid?" But ......"

He raised his eyebrows and groaned, and the handsome appearance under the silver sideburns was refracted by the stratus clouds outside the window, flowing with a little silver clear light and broken shadows, like the sparkling waves of the stream flowing in the morning light:

"If a person's soul can transform from an illusory spirit to a solid appearance, it means that this person's life is precious, and the future identity must be unspeakably precious, so with the help of an innate life character, you can condense your soul and find your kinship, otherwise it is impossible for a person whose life is too light to condense his spirit after losing his soul, unless he ...... Out of one's wits. ”

At this point, the old man deliberately emphasized the tone at the end of his words, and the originally leisurely and leisurely handsome appearance was gradually impregnated with a cold and cold meaning under the sudden solemn and solemn tone.

Out of one's wits.

Xi Ge and the other doctors all frowned when they heard this, and looked at Nan Zuisheng who was sleeping in bed with worried eyes.

They had already heard and seen the words calmly narrated by this old man with sideburns and silver, and they were not surprised to see it. There are many things in the world that science cannot explain and describe, and these things happen to be within the power of this old man, and only he can solve these unthinkable situations in front of science.

The beautiful girl slept quietly, and a bunch of withered roses fell beside her.

Zero looked more and more frightened, stepped forward and grabbed the withered rose, pursed her ruddy lips and silently threw the bouquet out of the ward.

Xi Yusheng's wide-eyed cat pupils stared at the scene in front of her, whether it was the words of the old man with fairy wind and bones, or the sudden strange behavior of the delicate and picturesque long-haired man, she was confused and puzzled.

"Gunshot wounds, lost souls, although I don't know about these, but how can I save the drunk life and wake her up?" She tugged at her skirt anxiously, her long, maroon hair scattered behind her.

"If the drunk student keeps sleeping like this, even if there is no gunshot wound, the body will not be able to bear it, not to mention that she has suffered such a serious gunshot wound, wouldn't it be ...... to sleep like this all the time" Like the original bouquet of roses, it finally fell into a withered and depraved ending.

Xi Yusheng buried the last words in his heart, sat on the edge of the bed and quietly held Nan Zuisheng's slightly warm hand, crystal clear tears slowly slid down Yuxue's delicate face, dripping on the silver-blue dress with a dark shadow.

"It's not impossible to save the eldest lady, but ......" The old man stroked his beard a few times, lowered his eyes and groaned for a long time before taking two steps forward, stretching out two fingers and gently placing them on Nan Zuisheng's slender and smooth wrists.

"The pulse is strong and weak, but the breathing is steady and long, it is indeed a deep sleep caused by the loss of the soul, but this girl's life is really strange and strange, obviously it is an indescribable status, but the road ahead is bumpy and foggy." He sighed softly and withdrew his pulse-checking hand, his calm voice unabashedly revealing respect and confusion.

The streamer of clouds flowed quietly in the ward, and the girl sleeping in the bed was like a girl carved by ice and jade under the gradually clear streamer.

The long hair of ink feathers stacked on the pillow flows with clear light and shadow, and the delicately carved face like an ink painting is as warm as a warm jade under the quiet sleep, shining brightly.

Nan Fusheng lowered his eyes and stared at Nan Zuisheng's quiet and tranquil sleeping face, and his voice was as heavy and sluggish as a thousand-year-old black iron frozen in the cold ice: "Then she ...... Can it still be saved? He turned around slowly, and his gorgeous phoenix eyes looked at the old man with sideburns and silver in the depths: "As long as I can recover the soul that has been lost by drunken students, even if it costs anything, I will do it." ”

He looked deeply at the old man in front of him, his handsome face was half-hidden and half-hidden under the clouds outside the window, and only the gorgeous and slender phoenix eyes were left in the obscurity, and the cold light was circulating in the shadows.

The old man of the fairy wind smacked his lips, lowered his eyes and carefully examined Nan Zuisheng's face again: "Naturally, there is salvation, but it takes the concerted efforts of both parents to recover the lost soul." ”

When he said this, the old man's words changed, and his gaze staring at the girl's face suddenly sharpened: "It's just that if you lose your soul and then be shocked, then it's a little tricky!" This girl seems to be frightened by something, and there is a faint black mist between her eyebrows, which is a sign of danger! ”

"What? How I didn't see it! Xi Yusheng looked at Nan Zuisheng in fear and worry when he heard this, and saw the girl's face peach blossoms, her demeanor was still the same, and her picturesque eyebrows were stacked with ice carvings and jade carvings, without the slightest light black fog as the old man said.

"The way you learn is different, and you can't see it. Not only you, but even Mr. Nan and all of you are invisible. The old man with sideburns and silver flowers stood leisurely in place, his eyes wandering over the sleeping Nan Zuisheng, and a trace of worry and fear crossed his eyes imperceptibly.

The man with a beautiful moon appearance stood in front of the window, and the streamer of clouds penetrated the clear glass and refracted into his deep phoenix eyes: "No, you are wrong. ”

Nan Fusheng turned around slowly, his gorgeous and noble eyebrows seemed to be soaked in frost and snow: "I can see it." ”