Then cut the surrounding skin to make it smoother when the knife is pulled out.

Shen Yi observed the surroundings and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, I didn't hurt my heart." ”

Song Xingchen's lips trembled, and he shed tears vigorously, because he was holding the brazier, so he let the tears on his face.

Only then did Shen Yi find that Song Xingchen was still holding a brazier.

"The brazier doesn't need ...... What's the matter with your hand? ”

Shen Yi hurriedly snatched the brazier and put it on the ground, and then saw that a dense row of blisters had appeared on Song Xingchen's hands.

"You ......"

"I'm fine, Brother Shen, save Yelang."

Song Xingchen washed his hands with spring water, and the symptoms of those blisters were much milder.

Then Shen Yi held the handle of the knife, and the moment the knife came out, a stream of blood also flowed out.

Shen Yi's face changed drastically.

In ancient times, there was no detailed map of the distribution of blood vessels, not even the distinction between veins and arteries, and the knife obviously cut Yelang's arteries and blood vessels, if there was more than blood, blood loss alone could kill him.

"Silver needle, quick."

Song Xingchen hurriedly took out the silver needle and handed it to Shen Yi.

Shen Yi pricked countless needles in Yelang's chest.

"Golden sore medicine."

Song Xingchen immediately handed over a small golden bottle.

After the medicine was sprinkled, there was still blood oozing from Yelang's wound.

Shen Yi stood up: "Prepare a few medicinal herbs for me." ”

Then he said the names one by one, and Song Xingchen only thought in his heart that the corresponding medicinal materials appeared in his hand.

"You are here to keep watch for Yelang, if the gold sore medicine is infiltrated by blood or washed away, you must cover all the wounds, but not too much, you must not use up the medicine before I dispense the new medicine."

Song Xingchen nodded, holding the golden bottle in her hand tightly, and now the contents of this small bottle are her life.

The blood seeped out vigorously, and the gold sore medicine on the wound could be washed away in the first minute or two.

Then five minutes, then ten minutes.

Song Xingchen knew that it was the body's hematopoietic white blood cells that played a role, but it was the artery that ruptured, and it was impossible for Yelang to perform vascular suture surgery without the medical methods of the twenty-first century, and the artery was already full of healing because of a large amount of blood washing.

Song Xingchen looked at Yelang and sneered, but this time he laughed at himself.

"Yelang, wake up, look at me, I was wrong, I am no longer so self-righteous, I no longer rely on space and Lingquan to be willful, I am wrong, I ...... I shouldn't squander your kindness to me or not, it's okay for you to forgive me, it's okay for you to get up. ”

Song Xingchen's mind was repeating what Yelang had said to her before.

She is full of confidence in the existence of the standing space, but now she has no treasure mountain, but she can't save the man she loves the most.

Yelang is right, she is not a savior, and the world will not stop turning without her.

However, she can't do without Yelang, absolutely not.

Now how much her heart hurts, how much she regrets, how painful, how desperate, how much Yelang's heart hurts when she secretly left the capital before.

Self-inflicted, that's what describes her.

She was tired of crying, but she held on, staring at the wound motionlessly, and sprinkled it as soon as the medicine was washed away.

But she didn't last long, and when there was no gold sore medicine in the bottle, she was blindfolded.

"What to do, what to do?"

She hurriedly ran out and went to the next room to find Shen Yi.

"Brother Shen, the medicine, the medicine is gone."

And Shen Yi's medicine has not yet been boiled.

He frowned, and an idea came to him: "Xingchen, you boil the spring water, then soak a veil and apply it to his wound, and hold on for another hour, and the medicine will be good after an hour." ”

Song Xingchen nodded and immediately ran out.

She burned the fire to the maximum, then filled it with spring water, threw all the veils into it and boiled them, fished them out, took them in her hands, and ran in.

The previous blister was swollen again by this bubble, and a stinging pain came, Song Xingchen gasped, but he just glanced at it and stopped caring about it.

The veil was too hot to be applied directly, so she used her lips to cool down.

When it was applied to the wound, it was soaked in a few strokes, and the speed of blood flow was significantly faster after there was no gold sore medicine.

Her anxious tears were about to fall again, and she hurriedly changed into a second handkerchief.

But fortunately, it worked, and the second handkerchief did not soak through quickly, but the blood flowed more and more slowly.

An hour later, Song Xingchen only changed five handkerchiefs.

Shen Yi walked over with the medicine clay: "Great, better than I imagined." ”

Then he smeared the black mud on Yelang's wound, and only breathed a sigh of relief after giving him a pulse.

And it was already dark outside.

"Don't worry, he's fine."

As soon as Shen Yi spoke, Song Xingchen's whole body seemed to be drained, and he fell to the ground.

When Shen Yi bent down to help her, he heard Song Xingchen's muttered crying.

Shen Yi's movements paused, hooked his lips, got up and walked out.

Shen Yi told the Song family about Yelang's medicine and the method and time of changing the dressing, and hurriedly returned to the medical hall.

Song Xingchen cried enough, sat up, looked at the bandaged wound and pouted.

"If you dare to scare me like this next time, I don't want you to know it, whether you are afraid or not."

He sniffled aggrievedly as he spoke.

Yelang's body has been soaked with blood, his clothes are already dirty and he can't look at it, and he is not to mention how embarrassed he is from the fatigue of the past few days.

Song Xingchen simply took off Yelang's clothes carefully, cut them open when he couldn't take them off, and carefully scrubbed his body for him.

"Wipe you clean, you sleep well, get up and everything will be fine, I will obediently listen to you in the future, just this time, don't take it as an example, you ...... Don't scare me like that anymore, okay. ”

Yelang closed his eyes and didn't react at all.

Song Xingchen cracked his mouth and laughed: "Then I'll give you a promise." Then he covered Yelang with a quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

Song Yueya originally came to ask Song Xingchen to go out to eat, and by the way, she asked Yelang about her current situation, they were afraid that this time would disturb Yelang's rest, but who would have thought that as soon as she came in, she saw her sister lying on the edge of the bed, sleeping dead.

Song Yueya was helpless, and took a thin quilt and covered her body.

Song Yueya returned to the restaurant, but saw that everyone's eyes were looking at her, she shook her head: "Xingchen is asleep, and Doctor Shen also said that Yelang's condition has stabilized, don't worry."

Song Lushi sighed: "That's good, that's good." ”

Originally, the dishes on the table were all hot, and the family and Zhou Anxu, the guest, ate quietly, and there was no sound on the table.

A day of good reunion, but it has become so tasteless.

In the middle of the night, Yelang began to have a fever, Song Xingchen kept holding his hand, felt the temperature and immediately woke up from his sleep, and then fed medicine and wiped sweat and tossed.

But fortunately, Song Xingchen's spiritual spring is very easy to use, and Yelang's physical condition is not bad, which makes Yelang's fever quickly subside.

And Shen Yi said that if Yelang has a fever, he will be completely cured.

Song Xingchen was so happy that he almost danced.

And now the sky is already bright.

Song March boiled the porridge and brought it over personally, Song Xingchen's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly opened the door.

I've been choking to death from dry biscuits for the past few days, not to mention that I didn't eat anything yesterday.

Song Xingchen opened the door and saw that Song March was about to grab the food box but was avoided by Song March.

"Look at what you've become of, go wash it up, or don't want to eat it."

Song Xingchen blinked in surprise, only to find that he was covered with dust and blood, and he was still combing his male hair in a bun, and it was all a mess at the moment.

Song Xingchen grinned: "Then third sister, you wait for me, I'll come back to eat right away." ”

Song Xingchen came to Song Yue's courtyard, and the crescent moon had already prepared water and clothes.

"Let's go wash up."

Song Xingchen got into the bathroom, and then he brushed himself carefully, and the whole person was much more energetic.

She was about to run to Yelang's room with her hair wet, but she was dragged by Song Yueya.

"Don't run around, good girl."

"Oh."

Song Xingchen let out an oh and was obediently dragged back to the room by Song Yueya.

Song Yueya used a dry cotton cloth to wipe the water stains off her hair.

When Song Yueya finished wiping, he saw that Song Xingchen was already drowsy, and sighed helplessly. patted Song Xingchen's face.

"Xingchen, otherwise you can sleep, the eldest sister will help you watch Yelang, if there is anything, the eldest sister will definitely come to call you."

Song Xingchen wanted to refuse at first, but was dispelled by Song Yueya's words: "Don't you trust the eldest sister?" ”

Song Xingchen immediately retorted: "How could it be." ”

"Then you can get a good night's sleep."

Saying that, he pushed Song Xingchen to the side of the bed and sat her down: "Then eldest sister, I'll sleep for a while, just for a while, you remember to call me." ”

"Okay."

As he spoke, Song Xingchen's head touched the pillow and fell asleep directly.

Song Yueya touched Song Xingchen's face distressedly, sighed, got up and walked out.

She promised Song Xingchen to look at Yelang, and she would definitely do what she said.

Song Xingchen felt that she had arrived in a bizarre world, full of wandering crowds, unable to see her head or boundary, she was a little scared, a little scared.

"Stars, stars."

Song Xingchen turned around, but there was a white expanse in front of her, and she was a little scared.

"Xingchen, don't be afraid, come here."

Song Xingchen wanted to follow the sound and move forward, but found that the more he walked, the more confused he became, and the more he couldn't find the way ahead.

"Here, Xingchen, here I am, go forward, keep going."

Song Xingchen finally determined the direction, she walked forward step by step, and a figure in the white expanse became more and more obvious.

She looked at the figure, and tears fell suddenly.

"I've finally found you."