Like an epiphany blooming, the snow-white petals have just unfolded and are already gradually withering.

Wen Xien gasped and clasped Ji Zheng's hand, "Medicine ......"

"Yes, yes, medicine, you can only get better by taking medicine...... Ji Zheng was completely panicked, helped Wen Xien to lie on the bed, and went to the drawer to get the medicine with shaking hands.

As soon as he touched the medicine bottle, Ji Zheng's hand trembled so much that he couldn't hold it steadily, and he shook the medicine bottle several times and fell back.

Wen Xien's eyes were dark, the pain brought a strong feeling of dizziness, cold sweat oozed from her forehead, her sideburns were wet with sweat, her face began to turn purple, and so did her lips.

"Season ...... Ji Zheng...... I hurt ......."

The voice was weak, revealing the breath of death, Ji Zheng's pupils shrank inward, he forced himself to calm down, and his voice was shaking: "Your Highness, don't, don't be afraid, it won't hurt soon......"

Ji Zheng's right hand holding the medicine bottle trembled, he pressed it vigorously with his left hand, still trembling, and his Royal Highness whispered in his ear vigorously, with a little crying, very pitiful, like a kitten talking about pain.

The more he listened to Wen Xi'en say that it hurt, the more panicked Ji Zheng became, and finally got the medicine out of several medicine bottles one by one.

Wen Xi'en was wheezing too much, obviously showing a relapse of serious illness, even worse than the previous one.

Ji Zheng stretched out his hand to help her, fed her medicine with one hand, and Wen Xien ate them one by one very obediently.

It's very bitter, and if you put it in your mouth, you will want to vomit, so Wen Xien swallowed it directly.

The room was too quiet, Ji Zheng's eyes stared at Wen Xien, as long as Wen Xien's brows were wrinkled, his heart was also half pinched.

"Does it still hurt?" The man's voice was still shaking.

Wen Xien's face was too ugly, buried in the shadows, as dilapidated as if he was on the verge of death. Half a step forward, heaven and man are forever separated.

"Your Highness......" the man's voice was hoarse.

And Wen Xien's situation at the moment is indeed very bad.

Wen Xien didn't want to take care of this disease, there was no need to take care of it, because she would die in Zhou Nan's hands soon, so this disease would not matter, anyway, she would die sooner or later, they all thought that Wen Xien was angry, but in fact she was pressed by Zhou Nan, from the moment Zhou Nan threw her on the sofa, the heart that was originally aching suddenly erupted, as if all the internal organs were crushed, and there was a severe pain.

But it's actually normal to think about it, Wen Xien's body is not good, and I don't cherish it, and I also eat a lot of painkillers on Ji Zheng's back, and eating too many painkillers also has a strong counter-effect, but Wen Xien just can't help it, the mood swings just now are too big, and he vomits blood after being stimulated.

What's more, the system has blocked 50% of her pain, and it hurts so much!

System: [If you take a few more A's, you won't even be able to use 100% of the blocked pain device.] 】

Wen Xien: [I'm serious about the plot! 】

The yin and yang of the system are weird: [Yes, it's very serious, I can't get A, it's pitiful.] 】

Wen Xien was almost angry and vomited blood again, forcibly suppressing the blood surging in his body, Wen Xien had a little strength, so he asked Ji Zheng to get a box of sugar.

When you open the box, it is full of round and white pills, which are painkillers, but it is easy to mistake them for like sugar in the sugar box.

Ji Zheng thought it was sugar at first, but seeing Wen Xien grab a handful and want to stuff it into his mouth, he felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously sniffed it, and suddenly his face changed greatly.

With a "snap", the sugar box was slapped to the ground by Ji Zheng, and a piece of painkillers was spilled, and Wen Xien's hand did not survive.

Wen Xien: ......

Ji Zheng's expression was now as hideous as a mad beast, but his eyes were very red, as if he was about to cry out immediately.

"Your Highness! Can you be obedient, you can't take this pill, you will die, do you know! ”

He roared angrily, losing his composure.

Of course Wen Xien knows, her own body knows better than anyone else, she is going to die anyway, this disease is very painful, taking painkillers can relieve it, if you don't eat it, it will really be fatal.

Now that all the painkillers have been spilled, and there is not a single one left, I am afraid that Ji Zheng will also stare at her in the future, which means that if it hurts in the future, she can only survive it on her own.

Wen Xien was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and a sharp pain suddenly appeared in his chest. It's like tearing the body apart, spreading along the blood, from head to toe, inevitably.

Wen Xien swallowed the pain to death, and the cold sweat instantly soaked the shirt on his back.

The long and thick eyelashes were wet with cold sweat, and Wen Xi'en trembled his hands, grabbing the only painkiller that had slipped through the net that had fallen on the quilt.

Wen Xien gasped and wanted to take the medicine in his hand.

Ji Zheng saw that Wen Xien still wanted to eat, and his angry expression was distorted, but no matter how angry he was, he still snatched the painkiller very carefully.

Wen Xien really couldn't help it, he cried in pain, and his whimpering voice was extremely helpless, "Ji, Ji Zheng, I hurt, it hurts too much, give it to me...... Give it to me......"

Ji Zheng squeezed the painkiller tightly, raised his head to look at the ceiling, the corners of his eyes were moist and red, he was crying, but he didn't let the tears flow.

After relieving for a while, he looked at Wen Xien almost pleadingly, and smiled reluctantly, which was more ugly than crying, "Your Highness, I'll go get you candy to eat, so it won't hurt." ”

The man coaxed her like a child, and said that he was about to go to find candy, and just after taking a few steps, he heard the sound of clothes rubbing behind him.

Suddenly turned his head to look, and saw Wen Xien getting out of bed and wanting to pick up painkillers on the ground, Ji Zheng's heart ached and it was hard to breathe.

He didn't dare to delay and carried Wen Xien back to the bed, and when he lowered his head, he didn't hold back, and tears dripped down, just on Wen Xien's face.

Wen Xien was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up in a daze, he saw a tearful man, his thin lips tightly pursed into a line.

Wen Xien reached out to touch the corner of the man's eye and wiped away his tears, but the tears flowed more.

Why is Ji Zheng so good at crying.

She hasn't seen Ji Zheng cry yet, in her eyes, Ji Zheng is omnipotent, and nothing can stump him.

But now he cries like a child.

"Don't, don't cry, it's ugly."

Ji Zheng tried his best not to shed tears, but after hearing this, he couldn't hold back for a while, a tear slipped from his eyes, he wiped it away vigorously, choked and smoked, "Your Highness take medicine well, don't take painkillers behind my back, I won't cry." ”

Wen Xien wiped the tears from the man's face, hesitated, frowned and agreed, "Okay, okay." ”

But as soon as he finished saying this, the blood gushing up in his throat flowed out little by little along the corners of his pale lips, dripping on the white soft pillow, and slowly winding down the arc of the pillow.

Wen Xien: It hurts me to death

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