After the divorce, the rich and powerful became obedient

Tang Muyan: "..."

After Mu Xizhou finished speaking, he got up from the bed, and said to Huo Jianshen who walked to the bed:
"She had a high fever since last night, and the fever subsided after the infusion, but there was no sign of waking up. I called several experts to come over to show her, but there was no reason."

After a pause, he raised his hand to pinch his forehead, and added, "Jin Xing said that she probably didn't want to wake up after being stabbed too much..."

While talking, Huo Jianshen took out a set of professional silver needles for acupuncture, with hundreds of sizes and models.

After he prepared the silver needle, he was not in a hurry to apply it.

While feeling Zhan Nansheng's pulse, he sarcastically said to Mu Xizhou:

"An accident happened to Zhan Changsheng, but she didn't provoke her like this. Mu Xizhou, how did you do it?"

Mu Xizhou: "..."

Huo Jianshen's words continued:
"It's not the first time she's been in this situation. When she was 12 years old, her pregnant mother died twice to save her from falling into the water. After her mother was buried, she became unconscious due to high fever. At that time..."

Because it was ten years later, and I couldn't remember the exact time, Huo Jianshen narrowed his eyes, and said uncertainly, "Let's say I was in a coma for eight or nine days."

As soon as these words came out, Mu Xizhou's entire chest trembled violently.

His larynx rolled and rolled, and then it seemed as if a few words popped out of his chest, "Did you... get cured by acupuncture?"

Huo Jianshen said frankly:

"To be precise, it should be her own good. During the time she was unconscious, Zhan Changsheng kept watch all night, and even brought me to accompany him. I gave her medicine every three hours. One injection. However, there was no improvement. I gave her injections for three days in a row, and after the improvement did not improve, I did not continue.”

After a pause, he explained the reason why he didn't continue, "Acupuncture should not be overdone. At that time, there was no good place to place needles on her body."

Speaking of this, he raised his eyes and took a deep look at Mu Xizhou:
"So, don't have too much hope for my acupuncture. The key depends on whether she has the consciousness to wake up. If she doesn't have a strong consciousness, no one can say for sure. When will she wake up? Or... never wake up."

Mu Xizhou didn't speak for a long time.

His reddened phoenix eyes were filled with intense darkness, which seemed more like guilt than pain, but they were also so clear and calm.

It was Tang Jinxing who recovered from such a shock and asked Huo Jianshen, "What's her situation now?"

Huo Jianshen had already got Zhan Nansheng on his pulse at this time, and he raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly:
"Ask me? You are not known as the first knife in heart surgery and the ceiling of the medical field? You can't even treat a headache and brain fever. Ask me, a Chinese medicine doctor who only knows how to stick to the rules?"

Tang Jinxing: "..."

Huo Jianshen's words continued, but this time he was talking about his pulse:
"Judging from the pulse condition alone, apart from... the palace cold and difficult to conceive, the physical fitness is probably better than everyone present here."

"Gonghan, difficult to conceive?" Mu Xizhou frowned, and subconsciously blurted out, "Okay, why is Gonghan?"

Huo Jian gave him a deep look, "Your woman, you ask me?"

Mu Xizhou: "..."

"I want to give her needles, and needles mean stripping her shirt off..."

Before Huo Jianshen finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Xizhou: "Let Tang Muyan do it, and you tell her the acupuncture points."

Tang Muyan was named, and said to Mu Xizhou a little unconfidently:
"That...although I learned a lot from Master and went to Beijing Medical University, but...I haven't had a real clinical trial yet. I...I dare not. That...the doctor's eyes have no gender, I Master is at the level of Taishan Beidou in the field of Chinese medicine, with him as an old man, how can it be the turn of a clown like me to go online? What's more, it's about Shengsheng's life and death, I'm afraid..."

The more Tang Muyan spoke, the lower her voice was, because she received Huo Jianshen's cold gaze.

She silently lowered her head, looked at her toes, and wanted to dig a hole to bury herself.

Huo Jianshen withdrew his eyes from Tang Muyan, and looked at Mu Xizhou coldly:
"Actually, it doesn't make much sense to me whether to apply acupuncture or not. Her condition is called dissociative conversion disorder in medicine, commonly known as hysteria, and psychological treatment is more useful. Maybe you can tell her something to relieve her heart. If it hurts, make up for her shortcomings, and she will be able to wake up."

Mu Xizhou pursed his thin lips, the darkness at the bottom of his eyes seemed to overflow from his eye sockets, he chewed softly:

"Relieve her inner pain and make up for her shortcomings?"

He may know what she regrets the most in her heart, and he may also know what hurts her the most.

But he can't save her pain!
The people she cares about are dead, disabled, missing and missing.

Mu Xizhou pinched his forehead, "It's better to give acupuncture." After a pause, he added emphatically, "Let Tang Muyan do it, and you cooperate with her!"

Mu Xizhou insisted on this, Huo Jianshen wanted to leave quickly, so he did as he wanted.

One hour later, the acupuncture and moxibustion ended.

Huo Jianshen put away the acupuncture tools and was about to go home.

However, Tang Muyan refused to leave, she wanted to stay with Zhan Nansheng, which made Huo Jianshen very unhappy.

He raised his eyes and gave her a cold look: "She needs your company? The man who wants to accompany her is lined up, and you are such a stupid person?"

Hearing this, Tang Muyan was a little unhappy, and even lost his temper.

"Then I don't want to go up the mountain with you. If it's not chanting sutras, it's smashing medicine, if it's not reciting Buddha's name, it's punishing you to kneel down. I want to go home with my brother. You should go back by yourself."

Paused, emphatically added,

"You are just my master and not my guardian. You have to keep vigil for my master and hold me back. I don't want to go back..."

Huo Jianshen's expression turned cold, and he said two words stiffly: "It's up to you."

After Huo Jianshen left, when Tang Muyan thought that she could stay with Zhan Nansheng, Mu Xizhou gave her and Tang Jinxing an order to chase away guests: "Let's go."

Tang Muyan frowned unhappily, and whispered:

"What's so fierce? It's already dinner time, and she won't let us have dinner before leaving. If it was Shengsheng, she would definitely let me stay for a big dinner..."

Mu Xizhou's cold face:
"It is said that you are Zhan Nansheng's rare close friend, she is so sick that she is unconscious, it's fine if you don't care about her, and you brazenly quarrel, are you ashamed?" Paused, "Look You are fat, you still eat!"

The last sentence completely irritated Tang Muyan.

She blushed with anger, puffing out her fleshy cheeks:

"Mu Xizhou, you still have the nerve to say that I am ashamed. Isn't it you who are most ashamed? If you hadn't kept Gu Liangchen and Mu Xiangwan under Shengsheng's nose, if you hadn't refused to divorce her desperately, if it hadn't been You tortured and humiliated her mentally...

Can my Shengsheng be so angry that you don't want to wake up?What's wrong with me getting fatter?Is eating your rice bothering you?He also said that I was ashamed. A brazen person like you doesn't know how to write the word "ashamed", so he is not qualified to say that about others. "

Paused, and added,
"Mu Xizhou, if you are an individual, you can get the divorce certificate with Shengsheng. Maybe she is so angry that she doesn't want to wake up because of your delay in getting a divorce."

After finishing speaking, the nasal cavity snorted heavily, and then, because of guilty conscience and fear, turned around and ran downstairs.

After Tang Jinxing did this, he raised his eyes and looked deeply at Mu Xizhou's gloomy face that seemed to drip blood, and said with a half-smile:

"I feel so ashamed for you!"

"roll!"

……

The night was dark, and the blizzard that had lasted all day and night finally stopped.

Mu Xizhou came down from the small attic upstairs, holding a well-preserved but obviously old photo in his hand.

He still had a half-burned cigarette in his mouth, and after he stubbed it out at the entrance on the second floor and threw it into the trash can, he walked straight into his bedroom.

A floor lamp was on in the room, and the woman on the hospital bed still hadn't woken up.

Mu Xizhou walked to the bedside, looked at her bloodless sleeping face, stood silently for a long time, then bowed his head slightly, and kissed her forehead, muttering to himself:
"What do you want, so you're willing to wake up?" Wei Mo sighed, "What should I do with you, huh?"