Mo Yu looked at Chu Linyuan's brows and moved, and the big stone in his heart finally landed, but fortunately, the prince was fine.

The military doctor also saw it, so he stopped the needle application technique and immediately observed the location of Chu Linyuan's heart.

It was found that although the wound was inserted into the heart of a normal person, it was reasonable to say that he would die, but Chu Linyuan's heart was a little deviated, and it was precisely that little distance that allowed Chu Linyuan to pick up his life.

The military doctor couldn't help but be a little happy, and at the same time a little surprised, it seems that the Night King really shouldn't die.

It can be seen that the person who stabbed the Night King wanted the Night Lord to die in his heart, otherwise he would not have stabbed so accurately, and at the same time so ruthlessly.

But fortunately, the heart of the Night King is a little different from others, and it deviates a little, and it is precisely because of this deviation that the Night King's life was saved.

The military doctor hurriedly wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand, walked out of the military tent and looked at Song Ling outside, and said with joy and relief on his face:

"General Pingyuan, the Night King's heart is a little biased compared to a normal heart, so the Night Lord has picked up a life. ”

"This is also the luck of the prince, the prince's fate is hard, it seems that God is not willing to take the prince. ”

Song Ling looked at the military doctor in surprise and hurriedly went in to see Chu Linyuan.

Song Ling walked into the military tent quickly, looking at Chu Linyuan's unconscious appearance, his heart also twisted.

Especially looking at Chu Linyuan's tightly knit brows, I'm afraid it hurts, can the needlework not hurt?

What are you thinking?

"General Song, since the prince is not in any big trouble, his subordinates will retreat first. Mo Yu spoke, and he was relieved in his heart.

It is rare for Song Ling to have such a worried look now, after all, Song Ling is extremely indifferent to Chu Linyuan on weekdays, but today he is so concerned.

It seems that his own prince is not in vain to hurt Song Ling.

"Okay, you go down. Song Ling suppressed his inner feelings and said to Moyu.

Mo Yu looked at Song Ling and nodded, then turned around and retreated, leaving time for the two of them to spend time together, he was already very satisfied to know that the prince was still alive.

Song Ling brushed Chu Linyuan's brows and said worriedly: "Chu Linyuan, you really scared me to death just now, I thought you were like this......... It's just okay for you. ”

"Chu Linyuan, I don't know why, in fact, I don't like you royal people at all, but I ...... you Maybe it's also because you're so nice to me. ”

"Chu Linyuan, you must not die, I don't want you to die, you have to come back to life no matter what, you know?"

As Song Ling spoke, tears fell down with the beads with broken threads, drop after drop, and one drop actually fell on Chu Linyuan's eyelids, and Chu Linyuan's eyelids actually moved.

But Song Ling, who was immersed in sadness in all this, did not find out.

After Song Ling's mood stabilized, he remembered that he also stabbed Ning Zeyuan in his anger, and Ning Zeyuan was afraid that Ning Zeyuan would not escape death under his anger.

Song Ling thought about it and felt a little bad in his heart, getting along with Ning Zeyuan, Ning Zeyuan had not treated himself badly, and he was very good to himself, Ning Zeyuan just made a wrong decision because of his parents.

Ning Zeyuan himself is not bad, he just went astray for a while, but even so, it is still good to be guided a little.

Song Ling didn't dare to think about it anymore, the more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself, worried about Chu Linyuan's emotions and blaming himself for killing Ning Zeyuan, just like those two tight lines that wanted to force Song Ling out of breath

At this time, Chu Linyuan woke up, Song Ling hurriedly covered his emotions when he saw this, looked at Chu Linyuan and asked, "Chu Linyuan, how are you?"

Chu Linyuan moved his lips, feeling that his lips were dry, and he couldn't say a word.

Song Ling immediately went to the table and brought a cup of tea to Chu Linyuan, and fed Chu Linyuan to drink.

After Chu Linyuan finished drinking, he instantly felt that he was exhausted for a while, and he fainted again, Song Ling was a little helpless when she saw this, but seeing Chu Linyuan wake up, even for a moment, her heart was a lot more stable.

Song Ling looked at Chu Linyuan's closed eyes and lips, and traced the contours of Chu Linyuan's face with his hands, the high bridge of his nose, and the thin lips that were tightly pursed.

His lips were pale, Song Ling was a little uncomfortable, and hurriedly got up and walked out of the military tent.

Song Ling walked to the side where the medicine was boiling, Song Ling looked at the military doctor waiting here, so he said a little embarrassed: "Thank you, military doctor." ”

The military doctor looked at Song Ling's appearance and said with a smile: "It's okay. How's the Night King?"

When Song Ling heard this, he said with some joy on his face: "He just woke up, but after drinking a glass of water, he fainted again. ”

When the military doctor heard this, he immediately touched his beard and said, "It seems that the injury has improved somewhat, so let's boil the medicine first, and then let the Night Lord drink it." ”

When Song Ling heard this, he also nodded, looked at the firewood that had been set up and said, "I'll boil it." ”

After the military doctor smiled and nodded, Song Ling went over and began to boil the decoction.

Song Ling looked at the bubbling decoction, with a strong bitter taste, and thought that Chu Linyuan didn't like to drink medicine the most.

When I met him drinking medicine before, he frowned and said bitter, but now that I think about it, I really feel a little funny, but can Chu Linyuan, who is in a coma now, taste the bitterness?

No, what are you thinking about?" Song Ling shook his head.

But Song Ling still looked at a soldier and said, "You go to Jinzhong City to buy some sweet and greasy preserved fruits." ”

The soldier was a little confused at first, but he still nodded and said, "Yes!" General Pingyuan. ”

The soldiers hurried to the bazaar to buy preserved fruits.

Song Ling watched the soldier come back and handed her a wooden box, and when Song Ling opened it, it was full of preserved fruits with purple sauce, and then nodded with satisfaction.

After Song Ling boiled the decoction, he waited for it to cool down and fed Chu Linyuan to the military tent, and after eating the decoction, he put the preserved fruit into Chu Linyuan's mouth.

When night fell, the earth was all plunged into darkness, and the candlesticks in the barracks illuminated Song Ling's military tent, and Song Ling was taking care of Chu Linyuan at this time.

But somehow he woke up suddenly with uneasiness in his heart, Song Ling hurriedly lit the wick, looking at Chu Linyuan's unusually ruddy face, and his heart became a little flustered at the moment.

Song Ling hurriedly touched Chu Linyuan's forehead, and found that it was extremely hot, so he immediately found wine for Chu Linyuan to wipe his body.

After a busy hour, the air inside the tent was full of strong alcohol.

Song Ling hurriedly touched Chu Linyuan's forehead and felt that it was not as hot as before, so Song Ling fell asleep next to Chu Linyuan.

The next day, the military doctor called in front of Song Ling's military tent with the boiled decoction: "General Pingyuan, the decoction has been boiled." ”

Song Ling was woken up by the shouts of the military doctor outside the door and hurriedly responded, "I'll come out immediately." ”