Bi Ruo Cheng Pair [Liancheng Bi x Knowing or not Qiheng]

In the low light, Qi Heng looked at this man for the first time. Those eyes were more terrifying than he thought. The pupils were tiny and bloodshot, as if they were filled with a mountain full of swords. The light of the sword was cold and ruthless.

Qi Heng's heart stopped for a moment, and after a long while, he suppressed his controlling anger and picked up the needle and thread from the corner of the medicine box.

"Two fingers apart, press the skin on both sides of the wound."

Lian Chengbi clasped his hands on the table, frowned and looked straight ahead, not looking at Qi Heng's movements.

Qi Heng followed what he said, and attached his left hand, pushing up and down to press the texture.With this pressing action, blood came out again, and his back felt like a needle prick, remembering that when he was young, he accidentally fell down the steps and broke his knee, and the wounds on his fingers were so painful that he was out of breath , I don't know how this man could hold back his silence.

"And then?" Comparing his heart to his heart and caring about the pain, he tried his best not to shake his hands.

Lian Chengbi frowned. Obviously, the fresh wound and the strength of a grown man were too much for him.

"Squeeze with two fingers to close the separated wounds, leaving no gaps in between."

Qi Heng swallowed his saliva, and continued to do the same. Under the squeeze, another stream of blood flowed out of the wound, making his scalp numb.

Lian Chengbi continued: "Take the needle and thread prepared just now, and connect the flesh on both sides from left to right. The needle should not be too deep, otherwise it is easy to hurt the ribs or internal organs."

This is not an easy task.Although Qi Heng didn't know much about medicine, he also knew that there were many viscera in the chest and abdomen, and a slight injury would kill him.However, if it is not sutured, the wound will never heal. In the end, it will be infected and die, which is also a human life.

One side is life, the other side is death.

Just hearing these tricks can make Qi Heng's hairs stand on end, let alone let him do it himself.

The hand that usually held the pen trembled violently, and the cold sweat was comparable to that of Lian Chengbi.

Lian Chengbi took a breath, and said in a low voice, "You only care about your own hands, don't care about other things."

Qi Heng closed his eyes, suppressed the dizziness in front of him, and slowly opened them again, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you because of my erratic skills?"

He was very troubled by this. How would he explain to his parents that there would be an extra corpse in the house?Under various thoughts and oppression, his hands trembled even more.

Lian Chengbi saw through his thoughts, paused, and said, "Do you think that if I were to die, I would die in a stranger's room?" Seeing that Qi Heng's brows loosened, he said again, "I, Lian Chengbi, will die in a stranger's room?" Not so useless as to drag others down."

This sentence seems to be a show of superiority, but in fact, it cut off Qi Heng's greatest pressure.

Aren't you afraid of my death?

Then, I promise that my death has nothing to do with you, can I sew my wound with peace of mind?

His guess was right.Qi Heng got this promise, and the pair of distant mountain eyebrows twisted into hemp rope finally stretched a little, like a snail without a source of stimulation, quietly poking its head out of its shell.

Although his acupuncture technique is not proficient, it is important to be careful. The wound is as long as half an arm, and it is very difficult to heal.Thinking of this, Qi Heng sewed very carefully, unlike those perfunctory tailors on the street.

"You endure the pain, it may take longer."

It wasn't because this person's life and death had nothing to do with him that he hastily patched it up. Instead, he chose the more complicated but more responsible path.

Ordinary people will definitely choose the simple way.Lian Chengbi sneered in his heart, a scholar is indeed a scholar, pedantic and dead-headed.

"You don't need to be so careful." Lian Chengbi stared at the dark corner with a gloomy expression.

Qi Heng's attention was all on the wound, and he only said: "It's a human life anyway."

Lian Chengbi felt that this person had an inexplicable sense of stupidity that he was being sold and had to help count the money, and looked down at him, but only saw the person's eyelash feathers resting on his eyelids like a butterfly.The candlelight was orange-yellow, as light as a firefly, and smudged his face like colored ink. The jet-black eyelash feathers seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, luxuriant and hazy, just giving him a sense of a young man who was not stained with slender dust.

Such a person, at first glance, is used to being well-clothed and well-fed, and has never seen cold-blooded human feelings and cold world conditions.I just think that people in the world are kind and simple.

Oh, is it possible?

Qi Heng couldn't hear his slander, he was only focused on the wound.As time passed, his ten fingers were covered with blood, and when the lines of the wound could not be seen clearly, he scratched it with his finger to expose the edge of the skin.

This movement must have caused Lian Chengbi severe pain, but he was afraid that the words would disturb Qi Heng's mind, so he endured it all the time, even breathing as calmly as possible.

After all, his entire life is in the hands of these two young grandpas who don't touch Yang Chunshui.

It was more than half an hour after the complete suturing was completed.At the moment when the thread was cut, Qi Heng felt his mouth and nose were wide open, and he was able to breathe suddenly. After panting for a long time, he barely stood up again, went to soak the gauze in medicinal wine, and cleaned Lian Chengbi's wound.

After washing, applying medicine, and bandaging, he was finally able to wipe off the sweat on his head with meritorious deeds.

Lian Chengbi's face was already pale, like onyx paper, but now the light is too weak to see clearly.

Qi Heng washed off the blood stains on his hands, let out a long sigh of relief, and almost slumped on the stool: "Now it's bandaged, you can go."

Not a question, but a reminder.

But Lian Chengbi turned his head and said, "Who told you I'm leaving?"

Qi Heng didn't react for a moment, "What?"

Lian Chengbi's breath was weak, but his majesty remained undiminished, "Go find clean clothes, I'm covered in blood, I can't wear them."

As soon as the order came out, Qi Heng was really angry-cooperating with this person was because he saw that he was unarmed, and he was sure to eat him, right?

Is this human?

This is a thief!

The thief who entered the house!

But...he is really unarmed, not only has no armor, but also has no strength to restrain a chicken. He just sits and endures this arrogant and hateful robber. The king usually shouts at him like a servant.

"bump!"

The loud sound of closing the cabinet door.

Qi Heng, who has the best temper in the whole capital, grabbed the ball of clothes, vented his anger and threw it in front of Lian Chengbi.

His catharsis was obvious, Lian Chengbi raised his eyebrows and looked up at him.

Qi Heng glared at him, and said straightforwardly: "I lost my temper with my clothes, but I didn't do anything to you."

The implication is that you can't do anything to me.

In the end, Lian Chengbi didn't get angry, nor did he put the knife on Qi Heng's neck.Just nodded slightly, very kindly and gently reminded:

"I'm seriously injured now, please help me wear it."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be inadvertently, and glanced at the treasured sword in his hand that was exuding a cold light.

"you......"

Qi Heng was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes and passed out.

He swears, this is the first snow he hates the most!

Qi Heng, who was dizzy with anger, naturally didn't notice that Lian Chengbi's tone was much softer than before, from "You give me..." to "You help me..."

The author has something to say: Thank you for the cute "Blackcurrant Pudding" and "Timer" mines