Every world I die young

Mu Jiayan hugged Mo Yinglan in his arms very carefully, and walked out of the dungeon step by step.

Before walking to the gate of the dungeon, the dazzling golden sunlight passed through the gap, Mo Yinglan closed her eyes, and a physiological teardrop flowed from the corner of her eyes.

Round teardrops hung on the long eyelashes, unable to fall off.

He was in a trance, and when Mu Jiayan walked out of the prison, he couldn't help but flinch.

Mu Jiayan felt a pain in his heart, and still comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, Brother A Sheng, no one will see your appearance."

"En." Mo Yinglan replied sullenly.

Mu Jiayan walked all the way to the bedroom, and when he was about to enter, he suddenly noticed that Mo Yinglan's face was pale and his body was trembling slightly.

Mu Jiayan blinked, pretending to be relaxed and said, "I'll call the imperial doctor to treat your wound."

Mo Yinglan hummed softly, her pale face was still pale.

Mu Jiayan gritted his teeth and blinked quickly: "Why are you so afraid? You were so bold before. If you're not afraid, let's go to the side hall."

No matter how careful Mu Jiayan is, when he puts the person on the bed, he will inevitably scratch the wound. Although 20% of the pain is shielded, such a small injury and pain are nothing at all, but he has to do a full set of acting, Mo Ying Lan's brows were tightly furrowed, and beads of sweat covered his smooth forehead. He bit his lips forbearance, without saying a word.

Seeing him in such pain, Mu Jiayan also felt that his heart was bitten down by something, mercilessly digging out his bones and blood.

[Ding, the favorability value of the task target is +1, and the current favorability value is 96 points. 】

Mo Yinglan let out a long sigh and said, the next thing is probably the main event.

After a while, several old and frail imperial physicians filed in and lined up in front of the bed one by one to help him diagnose his pulse and treat his wounds, and then everyone had a heated discussion.

After a long, long time, the academician of the Imperial Hospital walked up to Mu Jiayan tremblingly, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, after discussing with your colleagues, the old minister has come up with a diagnosis and treatment plan."

"Mr. Huo's body is only a skin trauma. The only place where the injury is serious is the fingers. But if you use the ganoderma lucidum to warm and nourish the foundation, and then improve your cultivation in the future, there is still a possibility of recovery."

Mu Jiayan clapped his hands and laughed immediately when he heard the words: "Hahaha, thank you, you really deserve to be an academician of the Taiyuan Hospital, academician Su Xinglin's master, I am very happy."

Mu Jiayan turned his head to Mo Yinglan, and said softly: "A Sheng, I'm going to see off Academician Su, you rest first, I'll be right back."

As he said that, he walked out of the side hall without waiting for Mo Yinglan to reply, and the imperial doctors also came out one after another.

After they all walked out, Mo Yinglan sighed helplessly in the hall. What's the point of concealing the truth?

Outside the hall, the smile on Mu Jiayan's face was replaced by bitterness.

Academician Su tremblingly told Mu Jiayan all the problems Mo Yinglan had.

As he narrated, Mu Jiayan's face became paler and paler. When he heard that "there is a serious lung disease, it seems that he was injured eight or nine months ago. He would often have chest pains and cough up blood at night, and the pain was unbearable." His face completely changed.

Mu Jiayan's eyes were about to burst, and he paused every word: "Is what you said true?"

The gray-haired Academician Su immediately knelt on the ground and pledged his head as a guarantee.

Mu Jiayan raised his chest heavily, and after a long time, he waved his hand wearily.

"Back off, I know."

Mu Jiayan was almost haggard, his eyes were numb and silent.

He still clearly remembers what he did to him during the days when he lost his memory.

Every night, after he was comfortable, Mo Yinglan would always turn her back forbearance. He could always faintly hear his suppressed coughing and trembling panting from time to time, and would always see him hiding in the bed from time to time. The blood-stained brocade handkerchief in the sleeve.

At that time, he thought that he just couldn't bear himself, or at most he was under a lot of psychological pressure, and he never thought about it.

He thought that his hurt and pain were deliberately staged as a play to confuse him.

He thought that he was ruthless, indifferent, selfish, aloof and arrogant, and arrogant, but it was not like that, it wasn't like that... He was such a good, kind, and gentle person, but because of his selfish desires, he was tortured and lost everything, and he was in pain. .

That's right, that vicious, cruel, ruthless person has always been him, has always been him, and has never... never changed.

[Ding, the favorability value of the task target is +2, and the current favorability value is 98 points. 】