Mu Yirong, who never left the edge of the bed, looked at Teng Xuan, who was bloodless and motionless like a dead person, lying on the hospital bed, couldn't help but start thinking about it, should I let Mrs. Teng Xuan come to see her husband for the last time?

After a sleepless night, when Dawn peeked into the house, the medicine boy walked in with a tray with various medicine bottles.

Mu Yirong thought that he was changing the medicine for Teng Xuan, but the medicine boy told him that he wanted to help him take the medicine.

In the battle with the man in black yesterday, Mu Yirong also suffered a lot of injuries, but most of them were flesh wounds, and he didn't care.

Now watching the medicine boy help him with medicine, he can't help but start worrying about Ruicho.

In yesterday's battle, Seocho was also injured, I wonder if she has treated her wounds?

With Ruicao's arrogant temperament, Mu Yirong thought that she would definitely ignore it completely, and was busy discussing the autopsy results of Teng Huangyu and Bao Zhong with Lao Li, to see if she could find any useful clues.

Mu Yirong, whose thoughts continued to diverge and his head became more and more complicated, felt groggy and closed his eyes unconsciously.

Suddenly, he heard a coughing sound and immediately opened his eyes in alarm.

The moment he opened his eyes, Mu Yirong saw Teng Xuan, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes with a very painful expression, as if he wanted to move, but he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Mu Yirong hurriedly leaned forward and asked Teng Xuan how he felt?

Teng Xuan opened his mouth, but he couldn't say half a word, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood, which gradually changed Mu Yirong's face, so frightened that Mu Yirong hurriedly ran to the door and called the medicine boy who was drying herbs in the yard to call Lang Zhong to come over.

The sound of Lang Zhong's hurried footsteps in the Rejuvenation Hall soon sounded at the door, and after rushing into the house, Lang Zhong immediately ran to the bed.

Teng Xuan couldn't stop coughing, spurting out a lot of saliva with blood, which made Mu Yirong, who was standing at a loss, feel his whole heart pinch up.

Lang Zhong, who only glanced at Teng Xuan's condition, immediately lifted Teng Xuan's upper body up and let his head hang down.

After Teng Xuan coughed a few more times, he finally stopped coughing, and Lang Zhong put him down again.

Lang Zhongchao, who wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled at Mu Yirong, and Dao Tengxuan only had this happen because he had a neck injury and couldn't swallow the saliva in his mouth smoothly.

At the same time, he also congratulated Teng Xuan, looking at Teng Xuan's appearance, he should be out of the danger period.

Hearing that Teng Xuan survived, Mu Yirong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that his body was as heavy as lead.

Mu Yirong, whose legs could no longer support his body, sat down on the stool with his butt down, thanked Lang Zhong with a strong spirit, and then asked Teng Xuan, who had fallen into a coma again, when would he be able to wake up completely?

If Teng Xuan was able to eat some rice soup after he woke up, he was worried that Teng Xuan, who had lost too much blood, would be too weak when he woke up, and he would be in danger again.

Lang Zhong asked Mu Yirong not to worry too much, the next time Teng Xuan came to his senses, there should be almost no big problems.

The medicine boy knows how to take care of the patient, and he will take care of it without accidents.

Looking at Mu Yirong's serious dark circles, the kind-hearted Lang Zhong persuaded him to close his eyes and rest for a while, and the medicine boy would watch the patient for him. If there was anything, the medicine boy would go to the front and call him to come and check on him.

Mu Yirong wanted to get up and salute Lang Zhong to thank him, but the strength on his body seemed to have been suddenly taken away, so he could only bow his head to express his gratitude, and then his eyelids drooped completely out of his control.

Mu Yirong, who slept very comfortably and relieved, opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was sitting on the hard collapse in the room at some point, with his head tilted on a person's shoulder.

The faint fragrance of pear blossoms wafted into Mu Yirong's nose, and his tightly knit brows suddenly relaxed.

Seocho doesn't smoke incense, but because there are two large pear blossom trees in Hyeonwon, over time, her body is also stained with a faint fragrance of pear blossoms.

"Did you sleep?"

Mu Yirong asked in a gentle voice, sat up straight, and stared at Seocho.

Shaking her head to indicate that she had not slept, Seocho's eyes were bright, and she couldn't see the slightest tiredness, and she was very energetic.

She told Mu Yirong that the autopsy on the side of Dali Temple found no clues, and then looked at Teng Xuan, who was lying on the bed and had not yet woken up, and asked Lang Zhong what he said?

Mu Yirong told Ruicao that Lang Zhong Dao Teng Xuan was no longer in serious trouble and should wake up soon, so that she didn't have to worry and squinted her eyes to rest for a while.

While the two were talking, Teng Xuan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly moved, and the two hurriedly got up and walked to the bed.

Teng Xuan, who opened his eyes very slowly, seemed to have spent a lot of effort just opening his eyes, and his body was like wood, unable to move at all, even if he wanted to open his mouth to speak, it seemed very difficult.

The little medicine boy who was in charge of taking care of Teng Xuan stepped forward, helped his upper body up, fed him some warm water, and then asked him how he felt?

Teng Xuan, who opened his mouth, was unable to make a sound, and pulled the wound on his neck, so painful that he covered his neck with bared teeth.

Mu Yirong hurriedly asked him not to be reluctant, lie down again, and after two days, the injuries on his body will be much better.

Teng Xuan, who was lying down from the newly, showed grateful expressions to Chaomu Yirong and Seocho, if it weren't for the two of them doing their best to save each other, he would have already become the ghost of the knife of the gang of black-clothed people, and accompanied Teng Huangyu of the same sect to the underground as a companion.

As soon as he thought of Teng Huangyu, Teng Xuan's heart couldn't help but burst into flames, and secretly scolded Teng Huangyu for not being a thing, and dragged him into the water in order to be an official in Shangjing.

I couldn't help but secretly scold myself for not being able to resist the temptation, and as soon as my mind was hot, I was used as a stepping stone and ended up in this situation.

Teng Xuan, whose heart is burning more and more, wants to explain everything he knows, and asks Mu Yirong to take pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and he wants to write his own book.

Mu Yirong, who was worried about Teng Xuan's health, asked him to take care of his body first, and then write a letter of guilt after his health was better tomorrow.

Teng Xuan seemed to have something to say, and Mu Yirong asked him if he was worried about his own safety?

Teng Xuan nodded, and Mu Yirong assured Teng Xuan that in the past two days, he and Pavilion Chief Ruicao would always stay here, so that Teng Xuan could rest assured.

Teng Xuan, whose eyes were rolling slightly, gestured twice, and Mu Yirong asked him, are you worried about his wife?

Teng Xuan nodded again, and Mu Yirong once again reassured him that there had always been a question from Dali Temple outside his house guarding in secret, and there would be no problem.

Teng Xuan, who finally put his mind at ease, arched his hands to Mu Yirong and Seocho to express his gratitude, and then closed his eyes weakly.

This night, Teng Xuan slept for two days, and when he woke up again, the wound on his chest was no longer so painful, but it still looked very terrifying. But his throat still couldn't make any sound.