National teacher, he is a sick beauty

Shen Ci shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm not that weak yet, I will be stabbed to death with a needle."

Bai Sheng pushed a bowl of porridge with some salt and chopped green onion in front of Shen Ci: "At least eat a little? Let me know you have an appetite."

Shen Ci lowered his eyes, looking at the bowl of porridge with some embarrassment.

A hand appeared in his line of sight, and took the bowl of porridge away.

Chu Lang said: "Didn't you say you can't eat? If you don't listen to the doctor, what should you do if there is a problem with the acupuncture?"

Bai Sheng felt a little wronged, but there was nothing he could do.

Seeing this, Shen Ci had no choice but to say: "Should I eat after the injection?"

This time Chu Lang did not refute, and Bai Sheng could only nod.

Half an hour later, everything was ready, Shen Ci was lying on his bed, looking at Chu Lang, waiting for him to move.

Tang Li and Mo Qi looked at Shen Ci nervously.

Chu Lang waved his hand in front of them: "You all go out."

"Why?" Tangli naturally didn't want to go out. What if something happened to her if she made a mistake on her errand.

Mo Qi also looked at Chu Lang. Although this person is a doctor and has some skills, he can diagnose Shen Ci's heart damage, but no matter how good he is, he can't trust Shen Ci to an outsider.

Chu Lang looked at the defense of the two, and said with a smile: "Why should I harm him? I have no grievances with him, I don't even know him, or you, where are you from, where are you going, and what are you doing? It’s all a favor, if you don’t feel at ease, then you will die.”

As he said, he went to pack up the silver needles, really planning to give up.

For a while, Tangli and Mo Qi were in a dilemma.

Shen Ci understands their paranoia, it's not that he has a big heart towards Chu Lang, but if he is really His Majesty, what can he do if he brings back the body of a dying man?

It's just death.

To him, being trapped in the capital, and being trapped here without being able to see the vast world, is not as happy as death for him.

If God really wanted to torture him, it was probably in his previous life, no, in his previous life, he did some heinous thing that caused harm to the world, so that he was allowed to atone for the sins of the two lives.

If you die, maybe you will end up in peace and complete freedom.

Shen Ci said lightly: "Go out."

Chu Lang looked back at Shen Ci, the man's eyes were full of weariness and exhaustion, he had seen Shen Ci's eyes wishing for freedom in the capital, and he was completely different from his now heartless look, as if the bright moon in the sky had lost its soft light , Even the stars couldn't bear it and dimmed their light, and the whole night was endless darkness.

Chu Lang felt a pain in his heart. Such a pale and fragile Shen Ci was the one who forced him into such a situation...

If he had let go earlier, let Shen Ci leave the capital earlier...

All he can do now is make up for it.

Tangli and Mo Qi reluctantly went out and closed the door, but they did not go far, listening to the movement inside through the wall.

Chu Lang knew that the two of them hadn't gone far, so he followed them.

Shen Ci watched Chu Lang unfold the silver needle again, and gently closed his eyes.

Chu Lang took out a silver needle, looked at Shen Ci who seemed to be asleep on the bed, and said, "Don't fall asleep, otherwise it will be bad if you can't control your movements."

Shen Ci said: "I don't sleep."

Chu Lang laughed lightly: "Are you afraid of needles besides taking medicine?"

Shen Ci trembled: "No, hurry up, I'm really going to sleep if I don't do anything."

Chu Lang responded, and stretched out his hand towards the person on the bed.

With his eyes closed, Shen Ci only felt that the belt around his waist was slowly being torn apart, and the already loose robe suddenly came loose, Shen Ci trembled his eyes again.

Immediately afterwards, the robe on his body was taken off, and his body became cold, and he was already exposed to the air.

Shen Ci was very uncomfortable and opened his eyes slightly.

He met a pair of very good-looking eyes, those eyes were black and white, the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, and a lake of ink was reflected in the eyes, like an abyss.

These eyes felt familiar, yet a little strange, Shen Ci couldn't help but think of someone.

A young emperor far away in the capital, sitting on the supreme dragon chair, finally got his wish and guarded the great Chu River.

The man's eyes were also distinct in black and white, and the tails of the eyes were raised, but the abyss in those eyes was about to swallow people up, and the eyes were treacherous and turbulent, which was an incomprehensible conspiracy and illusion.

And the person in front of him has no treacherous calculations, and no endless abyss, it is undeveloped ink, with two or three stars.

That was what he had been missing for a long time, something called hope.

Chu Lang explained: "I can't give you a needle through your robe, so the clothes must be removed first."

Shen Ci nodded and closed his eyes again.

He didn't know that after he closed his eyes, the ink in Chu Lang's eyes in front of him was gradually blurred, gradually deepened, and finally turned into the endless abyss.

He looked at Shen Ci except for all his robes. At this moment, there was a coldness in front of Shen Ci, but there was a large piece of loose robes that had been taken off under him, as if an epiphyllum bloomed behind him, and he was wrapped in the stamens. In the middle, it looks very clean and white.

It's just that Shen Ci's current appearance is thinner than in Kyoto, so thin... almost out of shape.

I heard from Bai Sheng and Mo Qi that Shen Ci has been unable to eat much for the past six months because of his heartache, sometimes even if he ate it, he would spit it out quickly, so he could only take one or two small sips and drink some water occasionally. One day when the pain is better, with energy, maybe I can eat a complete meal.

No wonder she's so thin. If one day, she can't even eat a whole meal, Shen Ci probably won't be able to hold on...

Now it's just half dead.

It's all him...it's all his fault...

When he was young, he made the husband kneel down, made the husband suffer from a serious illness, pierced the heart with an arrow in the previous life, and lost his freedom after rebirth, and now the husband is ashamed and dying.

If the husband's illness can't be cured, should he just watch him die in front of him again?

Seeing that Chu Lang hadn't moved for a long time, Shen Ci opened his eyes and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Chu Lang quickly pulled back his thoughts: "First... Ah Ci, are you afraid of pain?"

Shen Ci paused for a moment, then picked the key point: "I'm not afraid of pain, are you really a doctor? How come there are still doctors who care about patients and whether they are afraid of pain?"

Chu Lang smiled: "I'm afraid you are afraid of pain."

Shen Ci was surprised: "What are you afraid of?"

Chu Lang: "I'm afraid you won't be able to control your movements, and I'm thinking whether to tie you up."

As he spoke, he raised his hand holding the silver needle, and the needle was about to fall, Shen Ci closed his eyes again.

There was a sudden stabbing pain around the heart, and the pain of the needle was far less than the pain of the heartache, Shen Ci didn't even frown.

The sun outside was slowly shifting towards the west, Tangli and Mo Qi's legs were numb, but there was still no movement inside.

Tangli asked in a low voice, "Could it be that he fell asleep?"

Mo Qi tried his best to put his ears against the wall: "It's unlikely that both of us will fall asleep, right?"

Tangli hesitated and said, "Do you want to go in and have a look? It's been so long, should the acupuncture be finished?"

"Could it be a failure?"

When the two were hesitating whether to break in, there was a sudden movement in the room, followed by a violent coughing sound.

Tangli and Mo Qi didn't hesitate anymore, they pushed the door open and broke in.

I saw Shen Ci sitting up on the bed, leaning half of his body out of the bed, bending slightly, while Chu Lang at the side was gently patting Shen Ci's back, following his breath.

There was a pool of blackened blood on the ground beside the bed.

Mo Qi was shocked, did Shen Ci vomit blood?

At this time, Shen Ci raised his head and looked towards the door. The blood on his lips hadn't been wiped off yet, and his already pale face made the red on his lips even more coquettish, adding a bit of blood?

Chu Lang glanced at the two people at the door, and quickly pulled off Shen Ci's robe that was not completely off his body, covering the large area of ​​exposed skin in front.

Mo Qi knew medical skills, so he could see that the blood on the ground was not normal blood, but congestion.

Mo Qi stepped forward and asked solemnly, "What's going on?"

Chu Lang said: "Although there is no wound on Ah Ci's heart, the heart is indeed damaged. The blood cannot flow out after the injury, and it accumulates around the heart, forming a bruise. It oppresses the already damaged heart, causing Ah Ci is in great pain, now that I am using needles to force out the congestion, it also proves that my guess is correct, Ah Ci's heart is damaged."

This is a big trouble.