"Jean, if something happens tomorrow, give this to Kaeya."

Jean repeated in her mind what Diluc had told her, and during the Star Cliff, Diluc fainted after Nanshuo fainted inexplicably.

Jean gave Kaeya what Diluc had given him after taking Diluc back to Mondstadt--- but Kaeya didn't say anything after seeing Evil Eye, just took the Evil Eye and left the Knights, not returning until today.

Jean glanced at Diluc, who had been unconscious for three days, and her eyes were full of worry.

"Why does Diluc have two evil eyes?"

As the acting head of the Knights, Jean naturally knew about the evil eye developed by the Fatui, and naturally knew that it would bring a great load to the body.

However, according to the information of the Knights, the evil eye has high requirements for the user's degree of adaptation, and there is not a single adaptor in 100,000 people, let alone one person using two.

So Diluc probably doesn't have two Evil Eyes because he can fit two, but ......

Jean recalled the terrifying power of Diluc's use of the Evil Eye that day, and it was like the reincarnation of the Demon God. In Qin's cognition, although the power of the evil eye is very strong, it has not reached that level, so either Diluc has increased the [price] and sacrificed more life force to increase the firewood for the evil eye to operate.

Either that, Diluc didn't use an evil eye, at least not an evil eye like the executive [Childe].

Either way, there is inevitably a fatal side effect, and Diluc, who uses far beyond his limits, will pay a great price.

Thinking of this, the worry in Qin's eyes was even greater, and her fists were clenched tightly, her nails embedded in the flesh.

"I won't forgive you if you never wake up again."

Jean whispered, the image of Diluc standing in front of her and shaking the Abyss Apostle that day still reappeared in front of Jean's eyes from time to time, as the acting head of the Knights, the responsibility of rescuing the Anemo God and protecting Mondstadt was taken by Diluc, Jean blamed herself incomparably, she hated herself for being powerless at that time.

Jean reached out and gently stroked Diluc's cheek, muttering:

"I won't forgive myself even more......"

Sunlight poured through the window on Diluc's bed, illuminating Diluc's pale face a little bloody, and Jean's fingernails reflecting the color of the sun, which should have been poignant, but ......

Diluc's long tube stuck in his mouth was a bit of a disruption.

Jean flashed a fierce look, pulled the head of the pipe, and directly stuffed a funnel into it.

"In that case, it should be fine."

Jean touched her smooth chin and looked at her masterpiece.

"That's it, then here's next!"

Jean took out a bowl of porridge that was still steaming and prepared to pour it directly through the funnel.

At this time, Diluc's face was extremely painful and struggling, and he felt that he was having a nightmare, and a female ghost took a red-hot iron rod and shoved it into his throat.

When he finally got out of the nightmare and opened his eyes, he found that the sound of the piano was carrying a bowl of steaming porridge and was about to pour it into a funnel.

"Why pour it in the funnel, what a waste."

Diluc secretly said in his heart that the Knights' style was not good, and that as a rich man in Mondstadt, he would not waste food.

"Wait, why is there a funnel, why is there an discomfort in my throat?"

Diluc suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his throat, this tube was naturally made by Nanshuo, and the material was also the kind that would not hurt his throat, but after all, it was a foreign object stuffed into Diluc's throat, and he still felt a little uncomfortable.

When Diluc found out that he had a tube in his mouth, Diluc gradually realized that something was wrong, and was about to reach out to pull the tube out, when Diluc found that his limbs were very weak, as if there was no sandbag pressing the blood vessels for three days, numb and sore.

"Isn't it a little too hot?"

Qin looked at the porridge in his hand with some hesitation, and he could feel the temperature of the porridge from the bursts of heat emitted from the porridge noodles, which was definitely not something that the human digestive system could easily bear.

"No, it won't."

Nan Shuo, who had gone and returned, walked up to Qin's side, patted Qin on the shoulder, and gave her a gesture of support.

"A higher temperature can wake up the patient's nerves earlier, and after all, this is the porridge that poured your heart, and this heart is an important item to wake him up!"

"Pour your heart and soul into it...... I didn't, it's just a casual brew, don't get me wrong. ”

The head of the piano said inexplicably arrogantly.

"Do you still have this attribute? And Diluc is still unconscious, and you ...... what you say."

Nanshuo glanced at Qin speechlessly, and then glanced at Diluc on the bed, it was okay not to look at it, but at a glance, he saw Diluc with two big eyes, and the bloodshot in Grandpa Lu's eyeballs was clearly seen by himself.

"What? Why don't you talk about it in the middle of talking. ”

Jean had already moved the bowl to the top of the funnel and asked with some curiosity.

"Ah...... It's nothing, don't pour it yet, bring me the bowl. ”

Nanshuo snatched the porridge from the piano hand and covered Diluc's eyes, which were about to pop out of his sockets.

"Ah, what are you doing all of a sudden?"

Qin looked at Nan Shuo's somewhat flustered expression with some curiosity.

"You come out first, you come out first, I suddenly thought of a treatment plan, next I'm going to do some special treatment on Diluc, it's not convenient for you to be here."

Nan Shuo pushed Qin out of the house, then walked back to the house and said to Qin word by word at the door:

"Don't come in."

"Uh, okay."

Jean smiled awkwardly, and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Bang!"

Nanshuo closed the door, then snapped his fingers and covered the entire room with an enchantment, isolating the room from the outside world, making it impossible to hear any sound from the outside of the room.

Nan Shuo wiped his face, walked to Diluc's bedside, glanced at Diluc, who was whining in his throat, looked at him with some disdain, and said:

"Good guy, the young man is quite good at playing, what kind of play is this?"

"Woo! Woo! ”

Diluc only hated himself for not being able to move at this time, otherwise he would have to get out of bed and beat the guy in front of him.

"It's fun to insert a tube."

Nanshuo fiddled with the tube that had been inserted in Diluc's mouth, completely forgetting that he was the culprit of Diluc's insertion.

The bloodshot in Diluc's eyes became denser, his entire eyes turned blood-red, and his pale face turned the color of pig's liver.

Seeing this, Nan Shuo could only pull out the white tube from Diluc's mouth first, after all, it was not a problem to keep it plugged in like this.

"Gross! Vomit! ”

Diluc retched a few times, then grabbed the collar of Nanshuo's white coat and roared:

"What good things have you done, why did I get a tube in my mouth, and ......"

Before Diluc could finish his sentence, Nanshuo interrupted him.

"Let's not mention that yet, let's talk about the strength in your body that day, your internal organs are aging 10 times faster, you know? Mr. Night Hero. ”

Nanshuo took Diluc's feeble hand away, sighed and said like a doctor.