Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"Let me tell you, this fight made me really useless. I have never been beaten so badly when I fought back. I used to disdain to care about Xiao Dayan, in order not to To expose my ability, I always let him, it's not that I can't beat him."

Jiang Yanqing pressed Junziyou's hand gesticulating in the air, listening to him boasting here with a blank expression, and didn't want to pay attention to his words at all.

Seeing that he was not impressed, the man thought that his narration was not thrilling enough, so he sat up and continued to exaggerate the situation during the war.

"Doctor, you didn't even look at it. After taking the medicine, Si Ye looked like a barbarian warrior. He was so powerful that he could smash two or three shelves with one punch. The lord and I narrowly escaped death, but It all depends on..."

"You lie down for me!"

How could Jiang Yanqing be in the mood to listen to his nonsense, and really wondered if Si Ye had given him such a strong drug that his brain could not function well, and his body was almost beaten into a sieve without feeling any pain?

He sprinkled a handful of medicinal powder in warm water, stirred it up and fed it to Junziyou to drink. The man seemed to be still in the state of excitement after the bloody battle. Not only was he not tired, but he even talked a lot.

"What is this? It won't be some weird medicine again. I don't want to make medicine jars anymore."

"It can poison you into a dumb person and make everyone feel at ease." Jiang Yanqing replied angrily, lit a stick of incense and started counting the time, guessing that it was almost time, then untied the rags that Junziyou had wrapped around his hands indiscriminately strip.

After dragging the two dead dogs back from the Yue Clan's private school yesterday, Jiang Yanqing set out to rescue Xiao Beicheng and didn't close his eyes all night. Doctor, Ziyou's injury is also very serious. Doesn't matter if he's okay? Would you like to confirm his injury before..."

"He's like a dog. One glance at Lao Tzu will tell whether he is dead or alive. Just let him hang out. The prince's injury is much worse than him. Let him wake up in the shade at the foot of the wall."

"But his hand..."

"Isn't it good to be disabled? If he is disabled, he won't bother, that's right!" Jiang Yanqing said viciously, and started to heal Xiao Beicheng's injuries.

In fact, he could tell at a glance that Xiao Beicheng's bleeding was unreasonable in terms of the size of the wound and the depth of the wound. If the murder weapon had really passed through the heart, the person would have been hopeless, and this breath would not be able to bear it at all. When he saw himself.

Could it be that this is the power of love?

...Fart, what kind of bullshit love is just for a dog who causes trouble for others.

No matter how long Jiang Yanqing opened his eyes, he scolded them for as long as he was treating Jun Ziyou's wounds, and he was still aggrieved in his heart.

"It hurts, hurts... Take it easy, the anesthetic you just drank hasn't recovered yet, why are you willing to hit me so hard?"

"Otherwise? Should I be gentle with you and live up to the fleeting years?" In a rage, Jiang Yanqing simply pushed his injured arm with his knee and forcibly replaced the misplaced broken bone.

But Junziyou's fate is good, the strength of the medicine has already rushed up during the conversation, even if Jiang Yanqing breaks his troubled arm again, I'm afraid he won't be able to feel it.

The doctor's tone was not very good: "Did you hear the sound? It was injured before it healed, and the broken bone dregs had to grow into the flesh. After that, it would be crunchy and brittle, and it would break when touched. Did you hear that?"

"Just stop it, anyway, I won't do any stupid things that are so intense that I will kill myself."

"Really? That's not necessarily..." Jiang Yanqing gave him a meaningful look.

At this time, Shen Ci bounced up and reported: "My lord, Doctor Jiang, the prince is awake!"

Hearing this, Jun Ziyou ignored the injury on his other hand, jumped up and went to the next door to meet the man, but he forgot that he had just been injected with anesthesia, and his body hadn't regained consciousness, so he fell to the ground .

"Quick...let me go see...meet him."

"Your tongue is so numb that you can't speak clearly, and you're still going to meet people, can you have a little something?"

Jiang Yanqing was helpless, but he was going to see Xiao Beicheng's situation, and it would not be a troublesome thing to bring along a gentleman by the way, but if it didn't suit his wishes, he would be the villain who wanted to beat the mandarin ducks.

Along the way, he was struggling with what he had not had time to explain, and he always felt that even an incomprehensible person like Jun Ziyou might not believe it if he said such an unimaginable thing.

However, the fact is that there is no need for him to say anything at all. Jun Ziyou seems to be very confident about that person's injury, as if he knew it already, until he confirmed Xiao Beicheng's life, he did not give him The opportunity to speak made him suspicious.

——Could it be that this guy already knew something?

Jiang Yanqing didn't want to see the two of them show off in front of her, nor did she want to obstruct their eyes, so after the diagnosis, she dragged Shen Ci out very consciously, leaving a pure land for the troubled couple.

Xiao Beicheng had just woken up, and his consciousness was still not quite sober. He vaguely saw a familiar phantom, and beckoned to let the person lean towards him.

Jun Ziyou's medicine was too strong, and it was not easy to move his body. He struggled to get close to the man. He raised his injured arm, which was almost unconscious, and wanted to rest it on the man's abdomen, feeling the man's body temperature, but he couldn't feel it. The strike was neither light nor heavy, it was as strong as a punch and punched the man hard.

Xiao Beicheng's breath was weak, and he almost passed out after being hit by him. His breath stuck in his throat, and it took him a long time to spit it out.

"...You think I'm not injured enough, so you want to send me away." He tried to move his body, the wound that pierced through his chest almost made him suffocate, and even the wound on his leg was clamoring for the wounded Dissatisfied, silently urged him to rest.

Jun Ziyou wanted to pinch his face, just like he did to himself countless times in the past, but when he stretched out his hand, he found that the man's face was also covered with a few bandages. Think back, when he was carried back yesterday, Both of them were indeed unsuccessful, and he reckoned that when he looked in the mirror, he himself must have a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"It's better not to move, the injury is enough for you to suffer for a while, if you don't take care of it well, you become disabled and become a cripple, don't blame me for not wanting you."

Xiao Beicheng rolled his eyes calmly, and raised his hand to touch the bandages wrapped around his chest, feeling lingering fear.

He originally thought that even a god could not save him from the kind of injury that pierced through his heart and lungs. He even thought of a way to beg Hades to let him go back to the world at the moment when he closed his eyes—but he actually came back to life, and he was overjoyed. In addition, it is more surprising.

He didn't think Jiang Yanqing really had the ability to bring the dead back to life, but what made him suspicious was Jun Ziyou's repeated words before he fainted: "Qing Jue, you won't die..."

"Qingjue, you believe me..."

Why can he be sure that he will survive?Is that just a comfort to those who are about to die, or...

"Because a dog man has no heart." Jun Ziyou saw the doubt in his heart, and explained with a smile.

"Don't put it down..." Xiao Beicheng wanted to retaliate, but before he finished speaking, he noticed a subtle change in the sense of touch.

Watching his only moving hand switch between the left and right chest several times, Jun Ziyou knew that this man who had been dull for thirty years had finally discovered something different about him from ordinary people.

He gave the exact answer: "That's right, my lord, your body is different from ordinary people, and your heart grows on the right side."

"But why do you..."

"Because I was the only one who was close to your chest, and heard your heartbeat, so I firmly believe that you will be fine." Jun Ziyou took Xiao Beicheng's hand, held it in front of him, and kissed his lightly. the back of the hand.

Xiao Beicheng couldn't help thinking: "When did this guy become so good..."

That person was so sure about this kind of thing that he hadn't even discovered himself, which shows that their feelings can no longer be simply summed up in a few words.

Jun Ziyou bowed his head slightly, pressed it against Xiao Beicheng's chest, closed his eyes and said softly: "Actually, I also had a flash of crisis at that time, thinking about what to do if my previous judgment was wrong, and I will never listen to it in the future." What should I do when I hear such a familiar heartbeat, what should I do if you really leave me alone? Fortunately, it is only fleeting, I still want to believe in my own judgment, and you. "

"I?"

"You don't want to leave me. You still have to chase after me, put on clothes and shoes, take me for fun, and scold me for not knowing what to do... We have a great rest of our lives that we haven't experienced yet, so how can you be willing to leave me?"

"You are really... a dog's skin plaster." Xiao Beicheng laughed weakly twice, and then it turned into a cough. The intensity of the wheezing increased, and the load on the body also increased, affecting the wound and making it painful. He didn't even dare to do such a simple and instinctive movement as taking a big breath.

"Don't be too hasty, I have experience with this. Your lungs are damaged now. If you breathe too fast, you may break the wound, so you have to breathe in a long stream of water. After a long time, you will get used to it. Listen to my father, This slow breathing method is comparable to the tortoise's breathing exercise, and it can make people live a hundred years longer."

"Then I'll rely on this, and I'll have a good relationship with you for a hundred years." Xiao Beicheng held his hand instead, ignoring his protest, and insisted on sitting up.

He took the man's bloody left hand before he had time to deal with it, took the cloth bag that Jiang Yanqing left on the bedside table when he was healing him, took the tweezers, and carefully cleaned the broken porcelain pieces deep in his palm .

He deliberately didn't look at the bloody hole in the man's hand that was nailed through, but he couldn't help shaking his hands, and he didn't know if it was the pain or he was afraid of the man's pain.

"Don't worry, I just drank the medicine and I don't feel any pain, otherwise I wouldn't be paralyzed here, unable to stand up.

Xiao Beicheng sighed, held his hand carefully, and wanted to kiss him lightly, but couldn't.

His injuries are too many... If he hadn't ruined his safety and insisted on stirring him into the unpredictable vortex of the capital, why would he be here...

He clearly, clearly refused...

Seeing the guilt in Xiao Beicheng's heart, Jun Ziyou's fingertips brushed lightly on his pale lips, still smiling lightly, but without losing the sincerity from the heart: "But as soon as I think of being nailed through The palm of your hand has also protected you from threats, and I feel that the blood is not bad."

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