For Chu Shuolan, whether he can live for three years or five years is actually not much different.

From the moment he knew that the toxins in his body could not be stripped of at all, and he was only waiting for death, he had already accepted his fate.

In the past sixteen years, in the limited time he has lived, he has been waiting for death.

Qi Shu's arrival revealed the last time he had left, much better than he expected.

Even if he lives for another year or two, he still has to die, his body needs to be hung with decoction every day, and sometimes he really feels very tired.

If you want to say that the only regret in this life is that he doesn't know his life experience.

Qi Shu saw that Chu Shuolan's face was not good, it seemed to be a little paler, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

He restrained his emotions, got up and came to Chu Shuolan, and reached out to pinch his wrist.

Touching the other party's faint pulse, Qi Shu's face sank suddenly, "Chu Shuolan, didn't you drink medicine in the morning?!" ”

When the latter heard his words, his face was as calm as water, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of gentleness.

His eyes casually looked at a blue potted plant on the table in front of the window.

Qi Shu followed his line of sight and saw the potted plant, he let go of Chu Shuolan's hand and ran away.

When he came to the potted plant, he bent down and sniffed closer, and soon smelled a strange faint smell.

This couldn't help but make Qi Shu's face even more gloomy.

He turned his head and stared at Chu Shuolan in a wheelchair, "How are you!" You poured out the decoction that was boiled for you, don't you want to live?! Your body is now a medicine that can't be broken! ”

Chu Shuolan smiled at the corner of his lips, and his peach blossom eyes were full of calm: "The taste is too stinky, too weird, I can't drink it, if I still have this medicine in the future, there is no need to waste time." ”

“……”

These words were so justified that Qi Shu stared at his eyes and pursed his lips.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Just because it's hard to drink, you throw it all out?" ”

Chu Shuolan's answer was to turn the wheelchair under him and walk in the direction of the bed.

A travelogue he had read this morning was still there.

Seeing him like this, Qi Shu pressed his forehead very helplessly, and compromised: "Okay, okay, I'll change the medicine for you in the afternoon, if you pour the medicine, don't blame me for pouring you to drink it next time." ”

It was also his fault that he was in a bad mood in the past two days, and he changed it back to Chu Shuolan, the medicine that tasted weird and smelly before.

This is his bad taste, which will pop up inadvertently, and he can't change it at all, and he can't get used to it.

However, this is the first time he has compromised with a patient, mainly because Chu Shuolan is too "lifeless".

If it were another patient, he would have eaten even a lump of he gave.

Hearing Qi Shu's compromise, Chu Shuolan, who had his back to him, slowly hooked the corners of his lips.

He is not stupid, so naturally he will not pour all the medicine, but just pour the rest of the base into the potted plant.

Qi Shu changed his dressing when he was in a bad mood, and he knew that there was a problem with it, so he behad.

Touching the travelogue on the bed, Chu Shuolan turned the wheelchair and smiled at Qi Shu: "There is Lao Qi's divine doctor who bothered. ”

Facing his deep dark eyes, Qi Shu actually had some intention of dodging, as if he had been seen through by Chu Shuolan.

He said dryly, "You're welcome—"

Looking at his unnatural expression, the smile between Chu Shuolan's eyebrows and eyes was a little more real.

"Childe, the lord and the lady are here, and they will visit with distinguished guests."

Ming's voice rang out from outside.