Chasing Husband Diary

Yufu and Yinyue were arguing vigorously in the house, and the spoilers came uninvited.

The book boy lingered at the door for a long time, not daring to disturb him rashly, but he really had something to do and couldn't decide, so he had to knock on the door bravely.

"My lord, are you free?" The book boy stood at the door, listening to the movement inside, as if no one was talking, he asked weakly.

Good things happen again and again, and being interrupted again and again, even Yinyue's good temper can't help being a little annoyed.

He hasn't eaten anything yet.

"Come on, wait a minute."

Yu Fu crawled out from under him, rushed to the door to respond, hugged his neck when his hair exploded, and kissed him heavily on the lips to calm his emotions.

"Okay, he came to look for me right now, he must have something urgent, I'll go and have a look first, and stay with you later, okay?" He whispered to Yinyue like coaxing a child.

Two fingers stretched out, tugged at his depressed face, pulled it to the sides, and evoked an ugly smile.

"Ha..." His appearance was a little funny, Yu Fu was amused and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"You." Yinyue had nothing to do with him, she had always been helpless with him, she rubbed his hair helplessly, grabbed him into her arms, and kissed him hard.

Since last night, Yinyue especially likes to touch him, pressing him into her arms and kissing him, making him weak and breathless.

But he has no power to resist.

Yinyue sighed in compromise, sat up with Yu Fu in her arms, and dressed him carefully.

Whether it's wearing or taking off, no one knows more about Yufu than him.

He bowed his head and tied the knot with a concentrated expression. His slender fingers were covered with a thin layer of calluses. He walked among the shirts, picked up a piece of cloth, and put down another piece.

Yu Fu was led out by Yinyue, holding hands, reluctant to let go, every time he took a step, his fingertips would involuntarily scratch his tender palm.

To put it more ambiguously, in the place of fireworks in the world, this is a kind of provocation that seems to have nothing, and it is too hot, and once you flirt, you can't say anything later.

Yinyue really regarded him as a little lady.

"Don't touch it." Yu Fu was a little embarrassed, blushed, muttered something in a low voice, shrank his hands, unable to move away.

It has to be said that apart from being a little shy, Yinyue's behavior gave him the sense of security he wanted.

His heart was full, and the tip of his heart seemed to be soaked in sweet water, so sweet that his whole body was soft, and there was a dull smile on his face unconsciously, with a charming look of a young daughter-in-law in love, envious of others.

"What's wrong?" Yu Fu asked suspiciously to the book boy standing at the door.

There were many people in the yard, and a lantern was lit next to it and placed on the ground. The light from the fire was dim, and everyone's faces were gloomy and dignified.

When he got closer, he heard the low sobbing of the women, mixed with the helpless sighs of the men.

Long sighs and short sighs, one after another, imply that everyone present is in a complicated mood.

If it is not a person who has entered a desperate situation, he will not be able to hear the mixed feelings and helplessness contained in that short sigh.

Passing through the crowd, walking to the middle, saw a scene that shocked him.

"what!"

Surrounded by the villagers was the man who stood up to Yufu the first day he saw him.

The man's miserable state made him breathe a sigh of relief.

His face was covered with blood, dripping down from his forehead, the blood blurred his vision, his eyes were filled with redness, and he couldn't see clearly the people in front of him coming and going.

The skin all over his body was festered, there was no good skin on his body, and yellow water kept flowing out. His clothes were soaked and covered with a black cloth. There was a strong stench from underneath, which made people sick.

The children were so frightened that they cried loudly, and the women hugged the children, crying pitifully, not daring to approach them.

Yu Fu covered his mouth in surprise, and the exclamation was tightly held between his lips and teeth.

"How did this happen?" His voice trembled when he asked.

The man's face was scratched and bloody. He was holding on to his breath at the moment, it was already at the end of his strength, he was exhaling more, but not inhaling.

"Son..."

The book boy bit his lip, his face was heavy, he looked at Yu Fu, hesitated to speak, and dared not look at Yinyue.

"Say anything." Yinyue frowned and urged him in a cold voice.

The book boy trembled in fright, and began to speak tremblingly, telling the whole story, the process stuttered a bit, but at least the explanation was clear.

Half a day after Yufu left, the man's condition suddenly deteriorated, his skin festered rapidly, and he vomited blood continuously. Swallowing was like a knife, the pain was unbearable.

His symptoms were originally mild among this group of people, but no one expected him to become what he is now, which is too surprising.

Originally taking Yufu's medicine, everyone's condition didn't improve, but it didn't worsen either. They were still very optimistic about the cure.

But when this happened, the hopeful villagers gradually became panicked, and everyone felt insecure.

Everyone present, apart from silent sighs, was silent, and even the rustling of the wind blowing leaves became noisy.

Witnessing everything with my own eyes, a living person is still fine in the morning, but becomes dying at night, and I feel uncomfortable if I change anyone.

The villagers have mixed feelings and are very complicated.

If you hadn't had hope, you wouldn't have experienced such intense despair.

They were pulled into the abyss again. All of this seemed like a pair of invisible hands stretched in between them, high above, ruthlessly fiddled with them, breaking their illusions, and seeing them struggling like ants.

Tomorrow and accident, you never know which will come first?

Bad luck always comes unknowingly, the world is impermanent, maybe the person who was talking and laughing with you one second, will turn into a cold corpse the next moment.

"Genius doctor, please save this uncle." An eight or nine-year-old boy boldly pulled his sleeve, raised his head to look at him, blinked his protruding eyes, his face was full of horror, and whispered to him. Said.

A man has some status in the village, and his words carry weight, and everyone, young and old, will listen to him.

It was also his idea that the whole village sent out to look for Yufu on the mountain this time. When he was desperate, he asked many ways, and a kind-hearted person told him.

When he got the news, he didn't hide his hope of life, and immediately went back to tell the people in the village, and everyone responded, and those who were still able to walk were willing to come out with him.

Yufu looked down.

The little boy was skinny, his body was full of bones, his face was devoid of flesh, his cheeks were so thin that they sunken in, and his stature was less than his waist height.

A pair of dark eyes, looking at Yufu expectantly, not stained with dust, the eyes are full of childish innocence, but they are so thin that they protrude severely, and when you stare carefully, you will feel the back of your head. Hairy.

Yu Fu took a second look and couldn't help but look away.

"It'll be fine." He said tremblingly, not knowing whether he was comforting the boy or himself.

Yinyue hugged his shoulders, gave him silent encouragement, and also gave him the strength to feel at ease, "I believe in you, just do your best, don't force yourself."

Yu Fu turned her head, leaned on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and tried to calm herself down.

He sniffed, opened his eyes, and wiped his face with his hands. The sour eyes were slightly red, and when he touched them lightly, tears fell unconsciously, drawing a sad curve along the white and tender cheeks.

"I can definitely save him." He trotted over, tore off a lot of clean white cloths, wiped his wound over and over again, applied the ground medicine residue to the rotten wound, and ordered the book boy to boil water and decoct the medicine.

The book boy was stunned for a moment, followed his instructions, and got busy without stopping.

The villagers looked at him nervously, their hearts were tightened.

But in the end, he was still disappointed. All he did was to stop the boiling water, and it was of no avail.

As the saying goes, the King of Hades wants you to leave at the third watch, and you are not allowed to keep anyone until the fifth watch. Ordinary people can't snatch someone from Lord Hades no matter what.

After using up pot after pot of medicine, Yu Fu tried his best, but failed to stop the pus and blood from the man's wound.

The man's complexion was pale, his eyes were dull, and his eyes didn't turn away, staring at the dark sky, quietly feeling the flow of life, like a stream of water that cannot be grasped.

His yang energy is completely gone, anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is hopeless.

The yellow pus was wiped clean and flowed out continuously, like an unstoppable flood.

Yu Fu resisted the churning in his stomach, and covered it with both hands, feeling powerless in his heart, so anxious that he was about to cry.

"How could this be... you'll be fine... you won't..." He lightly patted the man's face, trying to wake him up.

The man's expression was stunned, no different from a dead person, and he didn't respond, which made his heart cold.

"Bring me my medicine box." He called anxiously to the book boy.

The book boy hurried over to fetch it for him.

He took out the silver needle, his hands were shaking, and the other hand held his wrist to stabilize his mind.

Needle by needle, no matter how deep it was, the person on the ground didn't respond at all.

His hands were bulging with blue veins, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and big beads of cold sweat fell down, blurring his vision, and his hands were shaking so badly that he could hardly hold the thin silver needle, and had to squeeze it through his fingers countless times. slip away.

"Ugh……"

The onlookers sighed, their hearts turned cold, and they couldn't bear to turn their faces to the other side.

Only Yu Fu still refused to give up, trying again and again.

But it was useless, it was too late, everything was useless, the man still swallowed his breath after half an hour, closed his chaotic eyes, his expression looked painful, but full of relief after relief.

Death is only a moment, and it doesn't seem so terrible. It is a good thing for a man not to be tortured by this disease.

The person was gone, the body became stiff and cold little by little, Yu Fu still refused to stop, and numbly rubbed the wound on his body that would no longer bleed, rubbing off several layers of skin, his hands were full of blood and pus.

"Enough." Yinyue felt distressed, and couldn't bear to see his behavior that was tantamount to self-abuse. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him into her arms. The bright red blood stained his plain clothes, leaving a A dirty handprint.

Yu Fu struggled subconsciously, knelt down on the ground again, and muttered, "I can save him, I can save him..."

"Well!"

Yinyue blocked his lips with her mouth, swallowed his sobs, pressed his head to her chest, and gently rubbed his hair, her voice was hoarse and full of distress, "Okay, baby, You have done your best, and death may be a relief to him, and he will thank you."

Yu Fu was stunned for a moment, his eyes turned red, and he lay still in his arms.

After a while, there was cold wetness on his chest.

He bit his lip, and lay on Yinyue's chest, weeping uncontrollably, the muffled sob hidden in his throat, the cry was so wronged that it made people's hearts ache.

Watching a living person die in front of his eyes, the feeling of powerlessness almost drove him crazy.