"Not awake yet?" A cold voice rang out.

Yin Fengze put away the silver needles he had just pulled out one by one, and knew that the person asking was Jun Wuyi without looking up, and replied briefly: "No." ”

Ruoyu, who was lying on the big bed, closed her eyes slightly, wrapped a white cloth around her forehead, Ruyu's cheeks were white and weak, and there was not much blood on her lips, but her sickly face was filled with shocking beauty.

Hearing Yin Fengze's answer, Jun Wuyao's brows furrowed slightly, and by today, Ruoyu had been in a coma for five days.

Acupuncture, moxibustion, soup, pushing...... I have tried all kinds of methods, but I have not seen the slightest improvement, and the breath between my noses is getting weaker and weaker.

Yin Fengze sorted out the medicine box, got up and stood aside and said, "It's because she doesn't want to live anymore." ”

There is a hurdle between life and death, no matter how many means she uses to pull her over, but she is stubbornly stuck in place and is unwilling to step over, Yin Fengze, who has seen all kinds of patients, understands that only people who have no confidence in life at all will be like Ruoyu.

Jun Wuyao's frowning brows furrowed even tighter, and he walked to the side of the bed and looked down at the small hand that was on the silk quilt, he remembered that the hand was so tightly clenched that day, but now it was weakly hooked, and the eyes that Zeng looked at him were also gently closed.

Jun Wuyao sat in Yin Fengze's position, still looking at Ruoyu and said, "You go out." ”

After getting Jun Wuyao's words, Yin Fengze retreated to the door, but when he pushed the door, he suddenly said: "It's almost the new moon." ”

The New Moon is the first day of the month, and it is only two days away from today.

Jun Wuyi's body with his back to Yin Fengze seemed to shake slightly, but his voice was as usual: "Well, let's go out." ”

When the door was slammed shut, there was silence in the room.

Looking at the villain on the bed, Jun Wuyao slowly stretched out his hand, and his big thick hand gently covered Ruoyu's forehead, but he took it back without touching it.

Why was you so stubborn at that time......

Even now you stubbornly don't want to live.......

Jun Wuyi's hand turned to press Ruoyu's hand outside the sheet, and slowly smoothed the fingertips that were weakly hooked, but a few days ago, this little hand was still holding the pink flower, holding the pear branch in a little dazed......

"Ruoqingwen, you owe this king so much, don't want to die so simply." Jun Wuyao covered Ruoyu's hand and said in a cold voice.

The person in the coma seemed to hear it, and frowned imperceptibly.....

seemed to feel the coldness of his voice, and Jun Wuyao said again: "Live." ”

The three words are extremely prosaic, but they bring a little bit of warmth to the king, but they are not so much persuasion, but still like an order.

The two moments were dragged on for a long time, and when he went out, Jun Wuyi's hands were slightly wet, and he didn't know which hand left the thin sweat on it.

There was once a man in a fiery red dress who blocked his way, stretched out a hand to hold it himself, and he laughed disdainfully at the time, and directly pushed her to the side, but in exchange for a slap from his father.

And looking at her haggard appearance today, he took the initiative to reach out and hold her, obviously feeling dirty, but ......

"Lord, do you clean your hands?" Seeing Jun Wuyao return to his courtyard, the maid in the yellow coat immediately walked to Jun Wuyao's side with her head bowed with water.

Jun Wuyao watched as he took her right hand, waved it casually, and said meaningfully...... Need not.