When Imperial Physician Luo wrote this, he raised his head and looked at me, my face was full of stunnedness, and then he continued to write:

Your so-called resentment for many years is nothing more than not seeing your own heart. He is sorry for you, and he has done a lot of things that you will never forget. But after so many years, no matter what he does, he can't erase his place in your heart, isn't it, Qing'er, if you are worried about him, take good care of him. When he woke up, the two were honest with each other.

As an older brother, I don't have any side wishes. I only hope that after you see your heart clearly, you can be your original self again. There can be someone to hurt, someone to love, someone to protect. You don't have to wronged yourself for the sake of your child's past and your own status. ”

I watched Imperial Physician Luo write page after page of white rice paper, and I was moved, but I couldn't help but curse secretly.

This stupid melon

It's been a long time, and I'm still saying something that I don't have.

Seeing my concern, Dr. Luo wrote:

Qing'er, don't worry. I just added some sleeping pills to this medicine that can penetrate into the skin. The emperor is in too much pain, and it's always good to be able to sleep. Although the ingredients of this ointment are complex, the medicinal properties are also extremely violent. But at the very least, it could stop the bleeding from his eyes. As long as he can survive tonight, fate is worry-free. I'm a healer, and I don't care what my former colleagues are afraid to do it, but in my hands, I can't bear to bleed to death.

"I thought"

You think I'm going to do something to him

Before I could finish speaking, Imperial Physician Luo raised his hand again and wrote.

I was dumbfounded, not knowing whether to shake my head or nod.

Yes, since Imperial Physician Luo asked me if I wanted Qing Cang to die or Qing Cang to live, I was worried that he would do something to Qing Cang.

After all, Qing Cang first snatched his love, killed Zhihua's sister, and then forced him to cut off his tongue. Although this kind of grievance is not as good as my involvement with Qingcang, it is also a great shame.

He is a healer, who can save and harm.

Qing'er, whether it is the death of the painting or my tongue, it is fate. As early as when I saw him like this, I thought, if you don't love him, I will take revenge and be a gentleman. If you love him, I will do what you will. Your choice has already told me the answer.

Writing this, Imperial Doctor Luo sighed heavily:

However, I can only save his life, but I can't help him regain his sight. His eyeballs had been detached from their sockets, and all kinds of veins and veins had been completely severed. I want to regain my sight, but I can't.

I have always been grateful to Dr. Luo. In order to fulfill the promise he made to Sister Zhihua, he finally took all his body and mind.

I saw that Imperial Physician Luo took the initiative to mention the matter of regaining vision, so I hurriedly said what the Imperial Physicians thought today: "There is really no other way, if you can find the eyeballs, you can't take them back again, or replace them with other people's eyes."

After that, I hurriedly said, "If you can't do it, how about the magic hand doctor, can she do it?"

When I said this, I consciously stopped my voice. The rest, needless to say, he will understand.

It's an idea to reconnect the eyeballs, or use someone else's eyes to perform the grafting. However, this is extremely risky, and the slightest mistake can cost you your life.

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