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I don't know if this situation can be regarded as a lost and recovered, or it can only be said to be an accident, without too many surprises, but it made He Jiaze's nasal cavity sour.

He grabbed Ji Chuanliao's sleeve, lowered his head, and rested his head on Ji Chuanliao's shoulder. His tone was as calm as stagnant water: "I'm alone, and I'm very scared. Bleeding." After sitting here, he kept thinking about what happened yesterday. He threw a water bottle at Ji Chuanliao and injured his forehead. That scene kept replaying in He Jiaze's mind. The more he thought about it, the more It was timidity. At no time did he think of doing anything to hurt Ji Chuanliao, but when he came back to his senses, he had already completed all the steps.

What I am most afraid of is that in the last memory of the two of them getting along, what is left is such a plot.

And the wound left on Ji Chuanliao's face at that time has disappeared now, whether it really disappeared, He Jiaze is not sure: "Can I touch your forehead?"

Ji Chuanliao's gaze skipped over the broken paper door, and through the incomplete place, he could see the mess in the house. After hearing He Jiaze's questioning to him, he put away his confusion for the time being, and should Said: "Yes."

Ji Chuanliao gently supported his wrist, and He Jiaze stretched upwards along his strength. His fingers touched Ji Chuanliao's forehead, and then slid down. It was smooth to the touch, as if it had really healed completely.

Ji Chuanliao didn't dare to use any force to break away He Jiaze's hand that was holding onto his sleeve, but He Jiaze squeezed it too close, so he said softly, "Show me your hand."

Hearing this, He Jiaze came back to his senses, let go of his hand, turned it over, with the palm facing up, the wound from the abrasion was still oozing blood, and the cloth he pinched for a while was also stained with a dark color.

Ji Chuanliao grabbed his hand and asked eagerly, "Where did you make this? Where did you fall? Does it hurt?"

He Jiaze's expression was blank, and he said indifferently, "I don't know, it doesn't hurt." To be honest, if he didn't feel his palm was wet and sticky so he glanced at it, he might not have noticed this extra wound at all, and his body became dull and numb. There was no feedback to give him the feeling he should have.

The ground in the house was too chaotic and there were not many places for people to step down. Ji Chuanliao had no choice but to pick him up horizontally, step over the pile of ruins, walk to the center of the main room, and sweep out a clean area with his feet. Put He Jiaze down again.

Ji Chuanliao asked He Jiaze to spread his hands flat: "Put your hands here, don't move around, I'll get the medical kit."

He Jiaze was also curious about the reason for Ji Chuanliao's trip before, but now he has no desire to find out.

After the wound was medicated, Ji Chuanliao carefully wrapped it up with a white bandage. He put the medical kit back to its original place and began to restore the cleanliness of the room.

He Jiaze always sat in the same place, too peaceful to the point where Ji Chuanliao was a little worried, and turned back to the main room several times to check on He Jiaze's situation.

He tidied up each room as quickly as possible, but the damaged paper sliding doors could not be restored at present, and some of them even had broken wooden panels, so they had to buy new ones to replace them.

Ji Chuanliao stepped forward and pulled He Jiaze up from the ground: "I got the handle you mentioned last month for you, and I entrusted someone to discuss it with the seller, and they will send a team to it before the release date. The island is here to help you fix the game room." Pulling out the dining chair, he put his hand on He Jiaze's shoulder and let him sit down, "Drink some juice first?"

He Jiaze leaned back on the chair, looking a little sluggish. He didn't feel excited about the good news brought by Ji Chuanliao, so he simply responded, "Yes."

Ji Chuanliao took the juicer out of the cupboard, put it on the clean and tidy cooking table, took out a few strange crystal-like fruits from the small bag he brought back, and lifted the lid of the juicer , throwing them in.

In an instant, the refreshing and sweet smell filled the whole room, pouring into He Jiaze's nostrils, the sweet taste even gave people the illusion that they were already in their mouths.

The juice squeezed out of those fruits flowed into the cup, and quickly condensed into a jelly-like shape. After adding some water, it was quickly diluted in the cup without waiting for stirring.

Ji Chuanliao threw a few ice cubes into the cup, then picked up the cup and put it in He Jiaze's hands.

It's not that He Jiaze can't see it, the fruit is something he has never seen before, and it probably doesn't exist in the world.The color of the liquid in the cup is even more gorgeous, as if the Milky Way has turned into crystal fine sand flowing in the clear water.

But even if Ji Chuanliao put poison in it, he would drink it up without blinking.

So he didn't even ask, and after taking the cup, He Jiaze drank the strange juice without saying a word.

The taste is very good, but it is so special that it cannot be described. After the liquid enters the mouth, it lingers on the taste buds, making people reluctant to swallow their throats.

Ji Chuanliao sat at the side, watched He Jiaze drink little by little, and asked, "How do you feel?"

He Jiaze said: "It's delicious, do you have any more?"

Ji Chuanliao: "The spices are used up. If you like it, I will go find some more next time. Has your body changed? Close your eyes for a while and then open them again. Try it."

It seems that the purpose of his going out this time is to find these fruits to heal his eyes, but unfortunately his eyes were already good, let alone cured.

He Jiaze closed his eyes as he said, silent for tens of seconds, opened them again, shook his head and said, "No, I don't feel anything."

There were some subtle changes on Ji Chuanliao's face, and his complexion was complicated. He obviously felt that something was wrong. He thought this kind of result was impossible.

He Jiaze asked back, "Do I need to change anything?"

Ji Chuanliao: "No... I'm a little worried about you. Come with me to the hospital for an examination, okay?"

He Jiaze resolutely refused, "I won't go."

He refused once, and Ji Chuanliao didn't insist on persuading him, for fear of stimulating He Jiaze's delicate nerves again.

After coaxing He Jiaze to sleep, Ji Chuanliao quietly rolled him up from the bed with the quilt, his movements were extremely careful, and his steps were as steady as possible, so as not to make He Jiaze feel the bumps and wake up Come.

Walking to the door, Ji Chuanliao took out a black key with a dark red glow from his pocket. There was no keyhole on the paper sliding door, but when Ji Chuanliao put the key on the door frame, the material of the door frame As if turned into water, the key actually sank in half.

Then he pushed open the door, and the corridor outside the door was completely changed, turning into a passage with twisted walls.

Ji Chuanliao walked through the tunnel with He Jiaze in his arms while sleeping soundly, and the scene changed drastically again. In the end, he walked into a small teahouse with a deserted family and went straight to the backyard.

The backyard is connected to the stove, and there is only a big pot in the stove. Beside the big pot, there is a young girl with white hair like snow and lips like rouge. After seeing the person who broke into it, she opened her eyes wide. eyes.

"Young master?" Immediately afterwards, her eyes fell on the person tightly held by Ji Chuanliao in her arms, and she frowned disapprovingly: "He is a living person, you cannot take him down."

Ji Chuanliao lowered his voice and said, "Shhh...keep your voice down, there is something wrong with his eyes, I have tried all the methods I can think of, I even gave him ginseng, but he still can't see, what do you think?" Is there any way?" He also went to the doctor in a hurry.

The girl whispered: "Did you steal ginseng?"

Ji Chuanliao: "I traded it for something else."

Po Meng looked at him suspiciously: "What did you exchange for Bai Ze?"

Ji Chuanliao: "A little bile."

Granny Meng's face was contorted: "Are you crazy!? He is a mortal, and he can have many problems. Let alone blindness, the chances of deafness, lameness, and loss of five senses are not small. Are you going to cut off everything on your body? Your lord is right to prevent you from mixing with mortals, and you shouldn't go to the underworld to find him."

Ji Chuanliao covered He Jiaze's ear with one hand, frowned, and said, "I have a sense of proportion, and I'll be back after raising him for a while. You can help him take a look."

Granny Meng said unkindly: "What can I do? Make him a bowl of soup?" She kept mumbling, but still stretched out her hand to touch He Jiaze's wrist for a moment, and soon, she He took his hand back again: "No problem."

Ji Chuanliao: "Are you sure? But he just can't see it."

Po Meng said: "I think you are the one who is blind." After she felt comfortable cursing for a while, she fell silent, her auburn eyes looked uneasy at Ji Chuanliao, and then said in a thin, thin voice: "Don't you tell my lord? If I scold you, I won’t tell my lord that you brought a living person here.”

There is no respect in the world and one will be punished, and there is no such thing as equality of all living beings in the underworld.

The two sides reached a consensus.

Although Po Meng can only cook one kind of medicinal soup, she can diagnose what is wrong with a mortal's body by feeling the pulse, and thus find out the cause of death.

But for thousands of years, she only felt the pulse of the dead, Ji Chuanliao thought, maybe it was because He Jiaze was still alive, so it was possible that Po Meng couldn't figure out why.

He still had to take He Jiaze to the hospital for an examination.

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The smell of disinfectant, the sound of people talking, and the sound of footsteps passing by, He Jiaze thought that these came from a dream, but these factors still existed after he woke up from the dream.

He opened his eyes in horror and called out, "Ji Chuanliao?"

Ji Chuanliao put his hands on his chest and comforted him in a low voice: "I am here, I am here."

He Jiaze became agitated. It was obvious that he was in a hospital, Ji Chuanliao was sitting on a row of chairs, and he was imprisoned by Ji Chuanliao on his lap and held in his arms, unable to move.

Perhaps it was because he was born in an unfamiliar environment that made He Jiaze particularly uneasy, and his voice was extremely small: "Did you take me to the hospital?"

Ji Chuanliao: "We are at home." He thought that after getting the test results, he would take the risk of using the drug again, and he would be able to return to the island house in the blink of an eye, and realize this lie.

He Jiaze said, "This smells like disinfectant."

Ji Chuanliao: "I just disinfected the room indoors."

He Jiaze said: "The sound of someone talking and walking."

Ji Chuanliao: "Well... I'm watching TV."

He Jiaze: "..." I began to wonder if Ji Chuanliao took lessons about lying behind his back. He used to be an honest man, "Ji Chuanliao, why didn't you listen to me?"

Ji Chuanliao seemed to be coaxing the child, patted him on the back, and said: "No, we are at home, someone is repairing the paper windows in other rooms, I will take you downstairs to the main room when they are finished .”