I am deeply in love with my old enemy? [Transmigration Book]

The gray curtains hung down, covering the figure on the bed, and the room was as quiet as a Yi Zhuang at night. The doctor who was brought here blindfolded was shaking like chaff: "Young master, what the hell are you doing?" Who do you want me to heal? Young master, it’s a big night, I’m a timid little old man..."

He said a lot tremblingly, and suddenly felt his eyes loosen, and the things covering his eyelashes were removed, the doctor blinked his eyes, and it was still dark all around: "Young master?"

As his voice fell, the room suddenly lit up, and it looked like a normal house: "I wonder who the young master asked me to treat?"

The shadow of the candle swayed, and suddenly floated from behind the doctor to the front. The oppressive aura became stronger and stronger. He looked at the young man who tied him up, and carefully opened the curtain a slit first. , Holding out a bony arm with both hands.

This... tied him here at such an early night, the disease must be serious: "Young master, our practice of medicine pays attention to 'seeing, hearing, asking and understanding', just show me your wrist..."

As soon as he said this, he shut his mouth, because the little boy didn't pay attention to him at all, and put a handkerchief on the bony wrist.

After such a movement, Su Zhen reluctantly turned half of his body over to let him check his pulse.

The doctor no longer dared to say anything, he really felt that it would be best if the young master didn't ask him to take the pulse.He felt his pulse tremblingly, and suddenly froze for a moment.

If the pulse seems to be extremely slow, it is clearly a sign of a dying person.

But according to what the young master said at night, he must not have been bound to listen to this sentence.

He thought for a long time, only to hear a cold voice behind him: "How is it?"

"Young master..." The doctor put his hand on it again and examined him carefully: "Your elder fell into a coma caused by excessive blood loss."

"It's just blood loss?" Hearing what he said, Su Zhen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.In less than half an hour, countless horrible illnesses passed through his mind.

Excessive blood loss... This is a good result that he can't even imagine!

"Send the doctor home."

After he finished speaking, the little Jiaolong wandering outside should have come over immediately with the same mind, wrapping the tip of his tail around the doctor.But Suzhen's voice fell, but there was no response from outside the house, as if resisting him, not even a "Hello, you".

Within two breaths, the silly snake hadn't appeared in front of him. Su Zhen glanced out of the window in a blink of an eye, and then the window burst open instantly, and a snake that was as long as a hundred-year-old tree came in. Suddenly, the doctor was wrapped up in a sudden movement, and was about to be swept away secretly.

Without a name, it's a hassle after all.Su Zhen looked at the gray-white curtain, and gently put Tan Qing's wrist back, thinking in his heart: If the senior brother wakes up, he can give this dragon a name.

From Su Zhen's point of view, he was already accumulating virtue for his senior brother by not killing this man himself.Unexpectedly, when the doctor saw such a thick boa constrictor, he almost lost his breath in fright, and directly thought of the word "home" in Suzhen's mouth as "send the doctor home", thinking of sending him back to his hometown.

He desperately thought that no matter what, he should struggle before he died: "Young master! Little master, even if you kill me, I can only treat ordinary diseases, but I can't save his life! , His body is that of a young man, but the pulse inside him is no different from that of a dying person... At most three months, his life span will be exhausted."

"What did you say 'there is a destiny in life'?" Su Zhen didn't even understand his words for a while: "You said that my brother's life span is over?"

"He's only a little older than me. I'm not dead! How did he die?"

"I can't cure such a disease, not only the little old man, but every imperial doctor in the palace can. If you really want to save this young master, you have to go to those flying immortals."

"Little old man, my ancestors once heard that those immortals have five spirit roots, among which the wood spirit root can heal the dead and cure the bones. It is used to transfer Yuanshou to others to cure diseases. You can give it a try... ..." The doctor looked at Su Zhen with piercing eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and continued, "The only thing I can do is to prescribe some medicines to treat excessive blood loss."

Competing Yuan Shoudu with others and fighting for fate with the sky, is this what the senior brother did to him: "Get lost." He said in an extremely loud voice, always not knowing whether to blame himself more, or blame this incompetent doctor some more.

"Okay, okay, I'll get out, I'll get out!" The doctor just thought he had saved his life, and really wanted to get out.

"Wait." Suzhen called him again.

My life is over, the doctor directly changed to kneeling: "My lord, spare me!"

"The prescription remains."

Su Zhen couldn't remember when the doctor left. He quietly lifted a small part of the bed curtain, and looked at Tan Qing's face by the candlelight. The candlelight shone on Tan Qing's face, as if giving him There was a trace of blood on his pale face.

Supporting the bed curtain with his right hand, Su Zhen gently let it go, and the whole bed curtain fluttered shut, like an enchantment enveloping the two of them together.

After the Golden Core stage, the cultivator is already immortal.How could his senior brother have died?That is the life span of thousands of years that comes with cultivation?

"Brother, you... gave me all of it?" Su Zhen couldn't even complete a sentence. The bed was not big, but Tan Qing's body only took up half the size of the bed when he lay on it. .

Su Zhen suddenly lay down on his side, and shared a pillow with Tan Qing, and the black silk and silver hair between the two were unconsciously entangled.When Su Zhen found out, he instead gathered the hair of the two of them between his fingers, deliberately entangled them.

"Brother, this is the first time I've got married with someone."

Tan Qing, who was lying on the bed, naturally couldn't answer his question, so Su Zhen asked and answered by himself: "I heard that after getting married, they are husband and wife, and they want to be together forever."

He hugged Tan Qing slowly, and used his body to warm him up: "Brother, we are now married. You can't go."

"Brother, your medical skills are so good, you must have a solution, right?"

Tan Qing had a dream, dreaming that he was Sun Wukong and was pressed under Wuzhi Mountain for 500 years. The mountain was really heavy, and there were always some fearless dead animals pulling his hair, making him a little out of breath Come, he was looking forward to Tang Seng coming to rescue him, who knows that he was looking forward and looking forward to Tang Seng, but he was looking forward to the modern society, thinking that he would rather be arrested and do research than be crushed under the mountain. He yelled and yelled, and when he broke his throat, not only did no one come to rescue him, but they called the chemical plant, who dumped sewage on Tan Qing's body, and the pungent sewage flowed down from the mountain along the grain of the rock, directly Flowed on his face, flowed to his mouth...

Unexpectedly, the little animal who wanted to die was curious about what his teeth looked like, and wanted to open his mouth abruptly, watching the aunt-like sewage about to flow into his mouth...

Tan Qing finally woke up at this critical moment. He had never felt that the ancient gray bed curtain could bring him such a sense of beauty and happiness, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But why did he wake up, the bad smell in the dream not only didn't disappear, but got bigger and bigger.

"Senior brother, are you awake? Are you uncomfortable?" Su Zhen quickly ran to Tan Qing's side, but before he could say anything, he suddenly heard the senior brother open his mouth and say, "You... find a doctor for me?"

"Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease, senior brother lost too much blood..." Su Zhen turned around again, and brought the boiled medicine in front of him.

"I'm a doctor myself." Tan Qing wanted to throw off the quilt and run out, but he couldn't move his body: "I said my body is fine, but it's fine, I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

What he said didn't dissuade Su Zhen from letting him take the medicine. When he finished his last words, the spoon was already on his lips, which seemed to match all the bitter tastes in the world. The fragrant and synthetic poisonous gas of the earth rushed directly into the tip of his nose.

He naturally knew that his senior brother's medical skills were the best, if it wasn't top-notch, how could he be cured?But why do you not care about your body so much?

The senior brother didn't want him to go to the doctor, but he didn't want him to know what he had sacrificed for him. The lifespan of a cultivator can be as long as a thousand years. How many years of his lifespan did he use to save him?

"I want to drink medicine." Su Zhen slowly helped Tan Qing up, his whole body seemed to contain a huge emotion, and something like a bubble was wrapped in this emotion, as if a little stimulation, then All the emotions that are about to explode will be overwhelming.

Tan Qing was stunned for a moment, wondering if he should follow his will, pinch his nose and drink the thought, and was instantly suppressed in his mind, but it's not good to stimulate Su Zhen now, after thinking about it , I can only put the quilt over my head and pretend that nothing happened.

"Brother." He felt his quilt being gently tugged. Tan Qing didn't flinch in the slightest, but pulled it tighter again. After two or three consecutive times, the upper hand stopped moving.

There was really no movement, and when Tan Qing was so quiet that he felt that he could still sleep, the quilt was thrown off abruptly, and Su Zhen straddled him directly.

Just as Tan Qing opened his mouth to scold, his mouth was blocked by a pair of lips. Before he could react, the bitter taste of those lips and tongue passed to him.

"Oh!" Su Zhen could feel that his senior brother was struggling more strongly than ever before, but he didn't flinch at all. He originally thought that he could just let his senior brother drink the medicine, but after he had nothing in his mouth, he still couldn't help it. unwilling to leave.

The medicine prescribed by the doctor was really bitter, and it was reasonable for the senior brother not to drink it, but this time he couldn't let the senior brother not drink it.The taste of the medicine was bitter from the tip of his tongue to his whole body, his senior brother suffered from this because of himself, so he should also suffer from the bitterness together.

"Brother, there is no next time." He felt Tan Qing's bitter tears, and gently rubbed his face: "If I die, you let me die."

"I won't let this happen again."

After Su Zhen got up, he wanted to take another sip of the medicine juice, but the bowl was snatched away by Tan Qing who was still sick, and he swallowed the medicine juice in two mouthfuls, for fear that Su Zhen would make himself drink medicine in this way again.

After he finished drinking, he threw the bowl to the ground as if venting. The porcelain bowl immediately made a loud cracking sound when it fell to the ground, which made people tremble.

After he threw the bowl, he stared at Su Zhen, thinking that he looked at Su Zhen with a look of "I have no temper". The shadow was huge, covering almost the entire bed curtain. Wherever Tan Qing could see, for a moment he saw not only the candlelit Suzhen in front of him, but also the shadow in which he almost hid all his emotions .

For no reason, Tan Qing had the urge to get under the quilt again.

Suddenly, Su Zhen licked his lips with his tongue and smiled: Senior brother is so cute even when he is angry.Without even thinking about it, he bent down and hugged Tan Qing, worried that his body was not hugged tightly, and put his face on Tan Qing's chest: "Brother, you can throw as much as you want."

Can I throw you?