Shadow Guard Capture Manual

Although Zhao Ruhui originally agreed to wait for An Xuanming and the old chief to come back in the house, seeing that He Zhizhou's fever did not mean to go away, and An Xuanming didn't know when he would bring the old chief back, so in the end It was Zhao Ruhui who had to "change his mind" again and click on He Zhizhou's acupoints, and carried him directly down the mountain.

He didn't go back to Chaozhou Governor's Princess Mansion. After all, because of He Zhizhou's matter, Zhao Ruhui had just had an unpleasant quarrel with the eldest princess. Now is the time for both of them to calm down. I don't want to go back to the princess mansion.Zhao Ruhui thought she was considerate, so naturally she would not let such a thing happen.

Fortunately, just in case, the hidden guards he brought with him this time have medical skills. Although they may not be as well-informed as the old men in Tai Hospital who are over seventy years old, they are also considered to be highly skilled in medicine. At least they can treat fever. Still no technical difficulty.

The only thing to be concerned about is that the whip wound He Zhizhou suffered before, although the injury is not serious, but because he has not been able to receive proper treatment and care for many days, it has worsened a lot compared to the beginning, and there are signs of inflammation in several wounds. At first glance, it seems very serious, I am afraid, this is the real culprit of his continuous fever.

Other wounds only need to be cleaned before applying medicine, but the inflamed area must be dug out of carrion before it can be bandaged.

The scene of the treatment is obviously not good-looking, and the hidden guard acting as the doctor reminded Zhao Ruhui with some embarrassment that it is best to wait outside, but Zhao Ruhui shook his head lightly, and sat down by He Zhizhou's bed, "Treat him, if he hurts If so, I can press it for you."

Although Dagan has developed anesthesia, after all anesthesia is harmful, especially for places with fine nerves such as legs and arms. It is not unimportant for martial arts practitioners. If they can bear it, they will not use anesthesia.

Naturally, Zhao Ruhui is not someone who doesn't understand the severity, he even clearly thought about it before, even if it is to bear the pain for a while, it is better than suffering from it every day in the future.

However, he didn't think about it, thinking about it was the same thing, when he saw He Zhizhou frowning in pain and sweating all over his body in lethargy, he was still so distressed that he couldn't help himself.

In the past, I always thought it was a stupid and fake thing to be taught by others, but until now, Zhao Ruhui finally understood some of the state of mind.

Perhaps only after losing it can we fully understand its importance.

It's not that I didn't think that pretending to be in He Zhizhou was a kind of deception to him, which would make him sad; it's not that I didn't know that there might be some accidents that he couldn't take care of in the Princess's Mansion if He Zhizhou was used as a bait, but the consistent conceit and selfishness All made him ignore the worry in his heart.Just constant self-hypnosis, self-suggestion—there's no better way to bring out the shit than that.

But is that really the case?

Yes, no.

Maybe when he is carefully digging out the huge power hidden in the dark, he can be more sincere to He Zhizhou, with less calculations and less temptations; maybe, when he leaves for the princess mansion, he can secretly let him Don't be afraid - you can use the identity of the emperor, but it is more appropriate, maybe use the identity of Zhao Ruhui, who has already gotten close to him, give him a hug, and tell him that he will come to pick him up...

But there is no turning back when you open the bow. "Maybe" is just a hypothesis that cannot make things come true, and regret cannot turn back time.

So this time, even knowing that He Zhizhou was in a coma, Zhao Ruhui chose to stay by the side.Wipe off the sweat from his body, and never forget him to look at his body breath - at least under such pain, unconsciousness is better than waking up.

The meticulous wound treatment took an entire hour, not only the suffering He Zhizhou, but also the two people in the other room felt relieved. Zhao Ruhui felt a little less worried and guilty because he saw that he was no longer in pain, and the doctor, But it's all about the ease of reducing stress.

After a whole day and night, He Zhizhou finally woke up from his drowsy sleep. Although his body was still weak, he felt a rare refreshment. The bed was soft | soft and comfortable, and his body was covered with a fluffy and warm quilt.

After all, he is physically weak now, trapped in the soft quilt, not only does not feel dry and hot, but for the first time in the past few days, he feels the comfort that he has not seen for a long time.

Under such circumstances, He Zhizhou lay on the bed with his eyes open, obediently adhering to the principle of peace of mind that a patient should have, laying down and letting go of his thoughts.

However, this relaxation and comfort was interrupted by the sound of the door being pushed open.

——It was Zhao Ruhui.He wanted to take a bowl of freshly cooked white rice porridge up to have a look, but he didn't expect his luck to be so good. He happened to meet He Zhizhou awake, so he immediately raised his eyebrows and became interested.

"Are you awake? Haven't you eaten properly for a few days? The millet porridge that has been boiled for a long time, shall I feed you some?"

It's not that Zhao Ruhui abused him, but that He Zhizhou's spleen and stomach can only use some millet porridge, not too much.

It is impossible for He Zhizhou not to feel hungry after so many days of tossing around, but even though there is food in front of him, he still has to put all his attention on the sentence behind Zhao Ruhui...

He Zhizhou was still thinking about the meaning, but Zhao Ruhui had already walked in front of him a few steps, helped him up and put some cushions behind him, and the result was that he scooped a spoonful from the porridge bowl to He Zhizhou mouth.

The rice grains are boiled to bloom, and the rice soup has a slight sticky feeling. Even if no other ingredients are added, it is already full of aroma.

However, He Zhizhou couldn't help but tilted his head back, looking at the spoonful of porridge in front of him as if he was looking at some kind of poison.

"I've left it for a while, it won't be hot." Although Zhao Ruhui wanted to blow on the porridge and hand it to him to make a look of affection, but considering the scene between the two big men, To the degree of spicy eyes, he still only sticks the celadon bowl with his hands to prove that the temperature of the porridge is just right for eating.

However, looking at Zhao Ruhui's persistent appearance, He Zhizhou's lips trembled uncontrollably. He seemed to hesitate for a long time before finally speaking.

"Your Majesty, what... has been added here?"

Zhao Ruhui was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand what he meant for a while, subconsciously lowered his head and stirred the porridge with a spoon in some doubts, even he was a little uncertain.

"Just ordinary rice porridge? Maybe, with a little sugar?"

He Zhizhou's expression was a little stiff for a while, and he didn't hide the disbelief on his face, but seeing Zhao Ruhui's persistence, he finally closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

It wasn't until Zhao Ruhui saw He Zhizhou's expression that he finally understood the meaning of the question just now.He was so angry that he laughed back, and stopped feeding him, and directly placed the celadon bowl on the edge of his bed, with a slightly half-smile on his face.

"Three Corpse Brain Pills, you must take an antidote every month, otherwise you will die and suffer from the pain of being devoured by thousands of ants...you can figure it out."

He was kind enough to feed the porridge, but he was regarded as forcing him to take medicine. Zhao Ruhui had never been subjected to this in two lifetimes. He was so angry that his chest was filled with anger for a while, and he turned around and left after leaving a half-smile.

He stood annoyed outside the house for a long time, and after being blown head-on by the wind from the steps and windows for a long time, he finally suppressed the trouble in his heart, leaving him full of helplessness.

After all, it is really immoral to leave the patient alone in the room. After Zhao Ruhui settled his mood, he sent another bowl of warm porridge, and opened the door again.

Perhaps because of his weakness, the person who was sitting on the bed before had fallen asleep again at this moment. The sound of Zhao Ruhui opening the door only made him turn over in a daze, but did not wake him up.

Zhao Ruhui hesitated for a while between waking He Zhizhou up and letting him rest. Considering that he hadn't eaten seriously for many days, he still planned to wake him up for some sleep, but unexpectedly, he walked to the bedside When he was walking, he seemed to have accidentally kicked something, and suddenly there was a sound of porcelain colliding with the rough floor in the room.

Zhao Ruhui looked down.

With just this one drooping eye, his expression completely changed.

——The bowl of white porridge that was served earlier was already empty, leaving only light white marks on the wall of the bowl to indicate the food that was previously served.

The author has something to say: I broke my promise again, QWQ, I was wrong, I didn’t mean it, I originally planned to write the story between the old chief and An Xuanming, but I deleted it after writing [-] words. .Next time, I won't throw flags indiscriminately again.

But instead of two people interacting, everyone should still be able to watch happily~