Chapter 272: Song Ying's "Secret"

"What? You don't even drink with me." Song Ying said lightly, and soon the bartender took a cocktail and placed it in front of Song Ying.
When Song Ying picked up the wine glass and was about to drink, her hand was held.
"You are sick, so you should not drink." Ye Hao said in a deep voice.
Song Ying wanted to resist, but her strength was no better than Ye Hao.
"What? I'm in a bad mood, I can't drink anymore." Song Ying directly shouted at Ye Hao.
Then, she lowered her head and covered her eyes.
Ye Hao didn't speak, but took the glass of wine from Song Ying's hand. Looking at Song Ying's appearance, he said a few words to the bartender in the bar.
The bartender looked at Ye Hao in surprise, but after seeing the sheets of Grandpa Mao handed over by Ye Hao, he obediently went to do things for Ye Hao.
A few minutes later, Song Ying slowly raised her head when her mood stabilized.
"I'm sorry, I know my mood is a bit bad. If you didn't show me the evidence in the morning, maybe I was deceived by that Ma Quande several million now." Song Ying looked apologetically to Ye Hao. , But she was surprised to see that Ye Hao was there to mix drinks.
The cocktail glass swayed in Ye Hao's hand, his movements were very skillful.
"What's going on?" A person walked out from behind the bar, frowning and looking at Ye Hao who was mixing wine.
The bar whispered, "I can't help this customer request it himself."
The bartender didn’t say much. He just looked at Ye Hao’s bartending technique. The more he looked at him, the more surprised he became, because that technique can be said to be a professional-level bartender, even in some respects. Yourself.
A minute later, Ye Hao picked up an empty glass and placed it in front of him, and then slowly poured the liquor from the cocktail glass into the empty glass.
A faint fragrance instantly drifted around the bar.
Logically speaking, the bar should be filled with the scent of all kinds of fine wines, but at the moment at the bar, there is only this kind of scent, without the stimulus of alcohol, just a faint mellow fragrance, which even makes everyone smell it. There is a refreshing feeling.
"Your body is not suitable for drinking, but if you are in a bad mood, you want to drink it. This glass of wine suits you well." Ye Hao pushed the glass in front of Song Ying.
Song Ying looked at Ye Hao and then at the wine glass in front of her.
Her slender jade fingers slowly lifted the wine glass, and the fragrance instantly hit her nasal cavity. When her red lips touched the rim of the glass, the light blue wine was slowly drawn into her throat.
Song Ying closed her eyes and waited until the wine in the glass was finished.
"Good wine." Song Ying opened her eyes abruptly. At this moment, the irritable emotions in her heart disappeared completely, as if they were washed away by the wine.
But even though the wine had the taste of wine, Song Ying didn't have the slightest sensation of drinking, there was no such scorching sensation at all, but rather a clear stream.
"You can mix drinks!" Song Ying looked at Ye Hao curiously.
"I know how to mix a little." Ye Hao smiled and ordered some wine. In fact, just looking at Song Ying's lonely expression, he remembered that he had acquired the skills of a bartender by doing tasks on his own, but he never had the opportunity to use it. .
"Thank you." Song Ying knew that Ye Hao was to comfort her emotions.
"Bartender, what was the fragrant wine just now?"
"Tune us a bit too."
At this time, many guests who had just smelled the scent came in.
Now the bartender was a little embarrassed, the wine was not made by him, he could only explain to the guests awkwardly there.
"Look, you made people mess up when you make a glass of wine." Song Ying's mood improved, and she even started to tease Ye Hao.
Ye Hao looked at Song Ying for a long time.
Song Ying was a little unaccustomed to being stared at by Ye Hao. She looked at herself and then at Ye Hao: "What? Is there something on my body?"
"You have nothing on your body, but you have it in your heart." Ye Hao looked at Song Ying, and he asked: "You have a lot of secrets suppressed in your heart, such as the disease. I am a doctor, you might as well tell me ."
The smile on Song Ying's face froze. She sighed and shook her head: "It's useless, the doctor can't solve my problem."
"Don't tell me how I can't solve it. You know I could'treat' your illness last night, I think you should feel it." Ye Hao smiled and looked at Song Ying.
Song Ying was taken aback. She only then recalled that when she had the illness last night, it seemed that the pain was not as intense as before, and even accompanied by a warm feeling.
Thinking of this, she looked at Ye Hao in surprise: "Last night... those were you...?"
"Yes, I made it." Ye Hao didn't directly say that it was the "Nine Suns True Scripture". After all, this is a bit weird.
"I'm good at some Chinese medicine. So after seeing what happened to you last night, I gave you a little treatment."
Song Ying's eyes lit up and she stared at Ye Hao: "You have a way to cure my disease!"
"I'm not sure."
Ye Hao didn't give Song Ying an accurate answer, because he had to wait until the cooldown of the sacred healing technique had expired before trying it again. If the sacred healing technique was ineffective, Ye Hao might have no other way for the time being.
Seeing Song Ying's expression regaining darkness, Ye Hao continued.
"But you can tell me what is going on with you. Since I can suppress your condition, as long as I have a certain understanding of your disease, maybe I can find a way to cure it. If you don't say anything , I can't help it."
Listening to Ye Hao's words, Song Ying pinched the empty wine glass with both hands, and finally she spoke.
"You have to promise to keep it secret, the most important thing is not to tell Satsuki."
"Don't worry. I didn't mention your sickness to your sister at all." Ye Hao shrugged, knowing that there is still a long-term confidential task in his task list.
Song Ying took a deep breath, and she said softly: "My disease is actually born, but it should be called a physique. The symptom of the disease is that on the night of the full moon every month, the body will be cold. In."
"When did it start?"
"Eighteen years old. When I was 18 years old, I suddenly became like this. On weekdays, my hands and feet were cold. On the night of the full moon, it was like ice covering my body. I could even feel my body being corroded by a little bit of ice. The pain." Song Ying's voice was trembling when she said this.
"You didn't go to the hospital to see?"
"I saw it. At that time, my parents took me to search for medical treatment and medicine, and finally we got the answer from one of our grandmothers. It turned out that this is an ancestral disease, but it has not appeared for several generations, and only girls are here. This strange disease at the age of eighteen." "Grandma told us that every girl with this physique began to suffer from the ward at the age of eighteen, until she died. So far. I am 24 years old this year, six years. Almost 70 times, every time I feel like I have walked from the edge of death.
"
"Is there no other cure?" Ye Hao asked. "Yes." Song Ying clenched her fists, her eyes were firm: "There is a way..."