Chapter 187: Because you don't cry

Shang Sisi looked at Shang Chuchu who was lying on the bed lifeless, and said with some patience: "This is my sister. Please also ask the genius doctor to let us stay. We will never prevent the genius doctor from treating my sister."
Chu Feng glanced at Shang Sisi coldly, and said blankly: "It's okay to stay, and step back ten steps away from me. This genius doctor does not want to see there are idlers within ten steps when he is treating the disease."
Upon hearing this, Yue Min and Shang Sisi stepped back ten steps, just to the side of the wall, his body pressed against the wall. Qin Jiu knew that it was Chu Feng Leng who deliberately made a mess. This person doesn't look at the usual joking, but once he is treated, he is serious and scary.
Chu Feng cold cleans his hands with a special potion. He first diagnosed Shang Chuchu’s pulse, and then checked the injuries on Shang Chuchu’s body. He narrowed his eyes, glanced at Qin Jiu, and said to Qin Jiu with his lips: " You were much lighter back then." As he said, he ordered Yao slave to take out many precious external medicines from the sachet.
The skin on Shang Chuchu's cheeks and the skin on his shoulders were stuck together. He had always tilted his head, and no one from the palace dared to move. Chu Feng coldly squinted his eyes and examined it carefully, and Qin Jiu took out a sharp knife from his medicine pouch with a sharp heart.
He took the knife and shook it in his hand. Under the dazzling light, the cold light of the knife made people panic.
"What are you going to do?" Shang Sisi couldn't help taking a step forward and asked in a panic.
Chu Feng's expression remained cold, and he said coldly, "Go out!"
"You tell me what you are going to do with the knife?" Shang Sisi asked in a cold voice. Although she knew that this person was a genius doctor, she suddenly took out a knife to treat someone. She was naturally puzzled.
The light of the knife in Chu Fenglen's hand flashed, and the sharp knife was pierced into the wall on the side of Shang Sisi.
Qin Jiu walked quickly to Shang Sisi and whispered: "Second princess, the skin on the cheeks of the third princess and the skin on the shoulders are stuck together. If you don’t need a knife to cut it, the third princess will have to sway. Looking at the ground, I can’t see the sky. The genius Chu is already angry, so please take care of the second princess for a while, otherwise, if the genius Chu quits, I'm afraid I won’t come back!"
Shang Chuchu was silent for a moment, and finally snorted: "He had better heal Chu Chu." After speaking, he shook the curtain and went out.
Qin Jiu and Loquat stood beside Chu Fengleng on the left and right, and Loquat skillfully handed him the knife, scissors and medicine he needed. Qin Jiu carefully rubbed medicine on the burns on Shang Chuchu's body. Back then, when she was lying there, it was Loquat who assisted Chu Feng Leng to complete her treatment, and she, as a victim, knew how to move to reduce the pain of the injured.
When Yan Yu and Durian came in, they saw this scene.
This kind of treatment feels thrilling, but in my eyes, it is also a very harmonious scene.
He looked at the loquat again, he dexterously handed Chu Feng Leng knives and scissors, as if he knew when and what Chu Feng Leng wanted, it was such a tacit understanding.
When Yan Yu's gaze fell on Qin Jiu, he narrowed his eyes. She curled her eyebrows and leaned over on the side of the bed, wearing a red dress reflecting the indoor lights, her slender fingers applied the medicine carefully and extremely gently, and finally she was wrapped up with a thin cloth. She was extremely gentle and focused, but there was a deep pain in her eyes, and the mole on the corner of her eye became brighter and brighter under the bright light.
Yan Yu suddenly felt as if something had been pierced in his heart.
That night, when he was holding her, he stroked the mole on the corner of her eye. It was not a real mole. The red color was spotted and wiped off with a touch. The mole inside was original. It was a scar. He had never known what scar it was, but now he finally knew that it was a burn, a scar from a burn!
She thought that she had escaped the fire, but it turned out not to be.
It wasn't until dawn that Chu Fengling dealt with Shang Chuchu's burns. Some of the burnt flesh was directly removed by him, and finally a precious ointment was applied. If it weren't for Shang Chuchu's heart and consciousness being sealed by the loquat, I'm afraid that Shang Chuchu would be too painful. However, after she woke up, she still had a period of pain to suffer.
Chu Feng coldly cleans his hands, and with a serious expression on his face, he prescribes several prescriptions for the maids to boil the medicine. Finally, I talked about the points that need to be paid attention to in the future. When I put the medicine bag on my back, I will take the medicine slave and leave.
Qin Jiu looked at Shang Chuchu who was lying on the bed, and finally let go of the heart that was originally hanging. He breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he feel that his whole body seemed to be exhausted, and his body became unconscious.
Qin Jiu once again fell into the dream that had troubled her all these years.
In the dream, she seemed to hear the crackling fire. The fire burned her paintings, her table, her loom, her clothes, and her. The beams of the house collapsed, and the heat wave hit her. Her world was full of fire, and her body felt burning, tearing.
Father, mother, Suwei, and her little nephew... the familiar faces of her relatives flashed by her side, and they smiled and called her name. Her nephew stretched out his chubby hand and giggled. She wanted to touch them, but just stretched out her hand, their faces turned into blood, splattered towards her.
She panted and opened her eyes suddenly. The sunlight shone into the room through the window ridges little by little, and onto her outstretched hand. Her hand was pale and transparent in the sunlight, just as tall as it was. He held it, but couldn't touch anything. I can't touch my parents' hands anymore, I can no longer pinch the chubby face of my nephew, and I can't grasp the warm and happy moment anymore.
Time passes cruelly!
No more, nothing, no matter how hard she works, they won't be able to come back!
Nothing can come back!
Qin Jiu stared at her hand in a daze. After an unknown period of time, two big hands wrapped her hands, warm and powerful, but also caring for them.
Qin Jiu muran rolled his eyes and saw a person sitting beside her bed.
This person looks like Yan Yu, but he doesn't look like Yan Yu.
She blinked and finally saw clearly. It was him, but he was clearly dressed in fine clothes, but he no longer had the slightest arrogance and grace. He looked a lot haggard.
Qin Jiu reacted, she fainted in the palace of Yan, this room should be in the palace. She slowly withdrew her hand, raised the corners of her lips, smiled and asked, "Master, how long have I slept?"
Yan Yu glanced at her and said lightly: "A day and a night!"
Qin Jiu was shocked. She could see that it was early morning, thinking that she had just slept for a while, but unexpectedly it was a day and a night.
"How is the third princess?" Qin Jiu asked hurriedly.
Yan Yu didn't look at him this time, and said lazily: "She has no life worry."
Qin Jiu felt relieved when he heard the words. She glanced at Yan Yu again, and suddenly felt that he was a little strange. Not only was his voice hoarse, but he didn't look at her very much. The eyelashes were drooping and the cheeks were suspiciously moist. They were obviously wiped, but the eyes were sharp. She still saw it.
What will be the wetness under the cheeks?
"Is it raining outside?" Qin Jiu asked.
Yan Yu didn't speak, looking at her like an idiot.
Qin Jiu looked at the sunlight streaming in from the window, and asked, "Did you wash yourself just now?"
She asked again.
Yan Yu still didn't say a word, but water was faintly visible in a pair of dark and evil eyes.
Qin Jiu's eyes widened, and the shock in his heart was no less than that of being struck by lightning.
None of this is Yan Yu cried? That wetness is tears!
Yan Yu could cry?
She slowly turned her face away, no longer looking at Yan Yu's face. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for a man to cry? It seems bad to stare at him like this. However, she wanted to ignore it, but she couldn't ignore it. She moved on the bed, finally turned her head, half-squinted at him, couldn't help asking: "Have you ever cried?"
Yan Yu suddenly raised his head to look at her, a pair of stunning deep pupils gleaming.
Qin Jiu's heart trembled, it seemed that she was right.
"Am I going to die? No, even though I practice evil arts and my body is not good, I won't die!" She knows her own body, although if it is, it will not die. If you stop practicing evil skills in the future, you will gradually get better.
"Why are you crying?" Qin Jiu finally asked curiously.
In her opinion, there seems to be nothing in this world that can shock Yan Yu to cry. This kind of crying seems to be something Yan Yu would do.
Yan Yu looked at the smile on her lips, her eyes were deep and she couldn't see emotions. After a long while, he slowly said, "Because you don't cry!"
Qin Jiu was taken aback, only to feel a sharp sadness stabbed her.
Because she doesn't cry, so he cried!
"I'll go and call the doctor Chu in!" Yan Yu got up and said, no longer looking at her, and strode out.
Next, what greeted Qin Jiu was Chu Feng's long and cold talk. The consequences of practicing evil exercises are terrible and must be stopped immediately. What kind of red silk thread is difficult to find, so someone must be sent to find it immediately, etc.
While listening to his noise, Qin Jiu slowly washed his hair, combed the bun, and smiled softly at Chu Feng Leng: "My lord genius, I know you have given me good medicine again, and you are there. I will be fine."
"Do you really think I am a god?" Chu Feng said coldly, and continued to talk about it. I heard Shang Sisi's voice from the door, "Is Jiuye awake? Can I come in?"
Qin Jiu agreed, and Shang Sisi walked in.
Chu Feng Leng took out two pills and slapped them on the table, squinting his eyes and said, "Remember to take these two pills once every half month. I don't have any more in my hand. You take care of yourself. I heard that Mu Yu Fei has already gone to find the red silk thread. I hope he can find it as soon as possible. By that time, you can eradicate the damage to your body by this evil art. You can do whatever you want." After that, he picked the curtain and walked out.