I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Suddenly, Jiang Lao was speechless as if he had lost his voice.

On March 9th, she was in a cold sweat in the heavy snow.

He, why is he here?

She quickly rolled off of him, leaning over to pull him up, but seeing his eyes closed, she passed out.

Jiang Lao was anxious.

She hurriedly put his arms on her shoulders, trying to use her body as a support, trying to prop him up.

But although he was weak in body, he was a full head taller than Jiang Lao. The muscles that he had trained in martial arts at the beginning were also solid, and it wasn't something a delicate and feeble girl like Jiang Lao could hold up alone.

Jiang Lao turned his head to call Ming Shao, "Ming Shao, come and help me."

Ming Shao heard the sound, his finger was about to touch Rong's arm, but Rong's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were so dark that they looked like a poisonous snake just crawling out of the dark night, and there was a thick mist inside. Essentially, "Don't touch me."

The deep voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. During the period, he changed his weight and coughed heavily, filled with cold warnings.

Ling Ming Shao's hand suddenly stiffened in the air, and then shrank back.

Jiang Lao remembered his weird problem of not liking others to approach him, and for a while, he became trembling, thinking about whether he should take advantage of his carelessness and quickly let go of the hands that held her around his waist and grasped his shoulders.

But when she was hesitating, he leaned forward and pressed all the weight of his body onto her.

His cheeks are close to her shoulder blades, his head is resting on her shoulders, and a few strands of his messy long hair fall down to her chest. When he closes his eyes, the murderous and sadistic spirit is gone. , Just a poor sick beauty.

The rapid breathing sounded like she was enduring great pain, and the slightly hot breath wrapped around Jiang Lao's neck, making her skin itchy.

Jiang Lao seemed to think of something at this moment

When she fell, she was afraid that she hit his injured legs.

She suddenly fell into an ice cave, turned her head and called Ming Shao, "Ming Shao, please go to the doctor."

…

Just before the old doctor arrived, Rong Ming fainted completely.

Jiang Lao became an ant on the hot pan. She carried him on her back alone, not daring to stop a step. She kept gritting her teeth and carried him back into his room, and put him on the bed in the house, exhausted. It's sweat.

After the old doctor came, Jiang Lao stood by, waiting anxiously for the old doctor's diagnosis.

She leaned on the side of the bed,

Anxious, not only wanted to quickly ask the old doctor how the young man is now, but also was afraid that he would make a move and disturb the old doctor to see a doctor, biting his lip, and did not dare to speak out.

The old doctor frowned all the way and shook his head constantly after seeing Rong Ming.

Jiang Lao immediately asked: "Doctor's legs..."

The old doctor interrupted her, frowning and admonished: "Why are you so careless? Even if he is your future prince, you are a little closer to him, so you shouldn't jump on him directly."

"Huh?" Future Langjun? Jiang Lao was stunned for a moment, and then his white face immediately turned red, "No, it's not mine, Future Langjun..."

She didn't jump on him...

"No?" The old doctor murmured, but his eyes were suspicious.

When I visited the clinic last time, the young boy in bed didn’t drink any medicine except her, and only had a close relationship with her. Today I saw her become so nervous. He even felt that their relationship was unusual. Seeing that they were all young, When they weren’t married, they thought they would be unmarried couples...

Besides, the two look so well matched, saying that they are not unmarried couples, but it's a bit weird...

Jiang Lao didn't know how the old doctor thought of going there, so he blushed and asked the old doctor, "Doctor, please tell me quickly, is there anything wrong with his leg."

The old doctor sighed, "His leg injury is obviously better these days, but today he was hit by a heavy object, I'm afraid..."

The heavy object, namely Jiang Lao, instantly sank his heart to the bottom.

"I'm afraid" those two words made the question in her throat seem to be critical, a little choking, "Yes, can't it get better anymore?"

The old doctor said with a heavy tone, and sighed: "The old man has no choice. Few people in the world can heal his leg injury. Maybe it is Hua Tuo's rebirth that can heal his leg injury. Let's go. I'll prescribe some medicine, let him stop the pain first, and wake up quickly, the others are old and talented, and I can't help him."

Jiang Lao froze.

She looked at Rong Ming with trembling eyes.

He closed his eyes, his face was pale, and there was a sickness entangled all over his body. Without this sickness, he wouldn't know how vivid and energetic he would be.

Jiang Lao's heart was filled with great regret.

Originally, he had hope of recovery, but was smashed by her abruptly.

She shouldn't have come to him if she knew it.

Since I met him, he fainted twice and was related to her. She said to be nice to him in order not to be retaliated against, but now it is her who can no longer cure his legs...

The guilt weighed on her like a boulder, and the regret that swept through almost swallowed her to suffocation.

The long eyelashes were gradually soaked with tears, and two lines of tears flowed silently along her red eye sockets.

…

After returning home, Jiang Lao locked himself up in his father's library to read medical books and books, just like a patient who was rushing to the hospital.

But she tempted to read such two pages of medical books, how dare she be able to practice medicine for a lifetime.

The old doctor said that a disease that cannot be cured means that it cannot be cured.

Jiang Lao knew this clearly in her heart, but it was precisely because she knew it clearly that she became more sore and desperate, and refused to give up struggling. In only two days, she quickly lost weight, and the baby's fat on her cheeks disappeared with naked eyes. , It turned out that Mingyan's moving face was a little more sad and haggard.

She hasn't seen the young man in the past few days. She used to be afraid of him, but now, she is a sinner who ruined his life. Where can she go to see him with a face?

Jiang Lao even hated her dreams in his heart.

What if you can know the funeral? What if you try your best? Even though she hollowed out her mind to change the ending of the dream, the result of each dream has not changed in the end, but it is the same result by different routes. In that case, what is the use of her dreams?

She was gloomy for several days, until this evening, she had another dream.

In my dream, I dreamt that I had found a way to heal a juvenile leg injury.

There is a well-known genius doctor named Ren Fuqing in Da Zhao, who can cure any disease, which is better than the imperial doctor in the palace. But his nature is unruly and unruly. He fights with her father when he was young. He doesn't like restraint. He regards the emperor's power as nothing. He is determined not to be a royal doctor, only a travel doctor. When he was twenty-nine years old, he decided for himself. Rules: Do not enter Jinling in this life.

Recently, this person happened to pass through Yecheng.

But because of this heavy snow, even though the genius doctor Ren passed through Yecheng, he took a detour.

Jiang Lao watched him far away in his dream, but there was no way he could vomit blood in his heart.

In the invisible darkness, Jiang Lao sat on the bed with a beating heartbeat. She reached out and pressed the beating heart, and said, "Ren Fuqing..."

Only before waking up, there was the last picture in her mind.

The carriage she rode drove over the snow-covered mountain road and rushed down the cliff at the corner.

But Jiang Lao can't take care of that much now.

When she thought that the genius doctor who could heal the leg injury of the teenager was about to pass by here, the depressed mood that had been in her heart for several days was swept away, and she was replaced by a kind of hope mixed with ecstasy and eagerness.