I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

"Started?" Li Qiwu pushed the wooden trolley full of tools between Yan Yun and Xiao Yiran's beds, looked at Yan Yun and asked again: "Has your son really made a decision?"

After he finished asking, he subconsciously glanced at Chen Mo who was standing beside him like a log.

Chen Mo has been staring at Li Qiwu since he came in, and Li Qiwu felt a little guilty when he saw him.

Yan Yun didn't speak, turned his head and glanced at Xiao Yiran who was beside him, saw that he was sleeping peacefully and said: "Let's start now."

"Don't worry, I took medicine for him, and he won't feel any pain during the blood exchange." After speaking, Li Qiwu glanced at Yan Yun worriedly again: "Is your son really not taking medicine?"

"No." Yan Yun replied quickly, and he smiled lightly, as if he had already taken everything lightly: "I will lose consciousness after taking that medicine, but I want to watch him. Here's the chance."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yun sighed, he took Xiao Yiran's hand and gently held it in the palm of his hand and stroked it, even though he had pulled it many times, the cold touch still made him at a loss what to do.

Chen Mo, who was standing like a tree stump, heard Yan Yun's words, like a firecracker being ignited, he put down the medicine bottle in his hand with a "snap", walked up to Yan Yun, and stared at Yan Yun through gritted teeth. with him.

"I definitely won't let you have trouble, don't say such things again, your life is yours, you don't owe him anything." Chen Mo hurriedly wrote this note, and handed it to Yan Yun to stare at him to read it.

"Thank you." Yan Yun sat up and put his arms around Chen Mo's shoulders, thumped his shoulders a few times, forced a smile and said, "Sure enough, brothers are reliable at this time."

These words did not ease Chen Mo's expression, but made his face look dark. He patted Yan Yun's hand away, and handed over a note: "If King Yixuan asked me to take care of you, I would not I'm in charge of your life here."

Chen Mo has always been straightforward when speaking, and he doesn't care much about other people's feelings. Even if it is a good word, it is either cold or vicious when it comes out of his mouth.

Yan Yun has long been used to it, he thought Chen Mo was not good at expressing feelings, so he teased and said: "Then you have to take good care of my life, otherwise my dead father will not let you go easily."

"I'm so scared." Seeing that Chen Mo's face was getting darker, Li Qiwu said in a timely manner: "It seems that this time will be a huge test for me to practice medicine for many years."

The process was as expected by Li Qiwu and Chen Mo, and it was not smooth at all.

"His poison has penetrated deep into the bone marrow." Li Qiwu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the hand holding the blade was trembling: "If you want to completely remove the poison, you need a lot of blood."

Just as they were talking, they saw jet-black blood oozing from the gash on Xiao Yiran's body: "His blood is so dark."

Hearing this, Yan Yun stared back at the blood on Xiao Yiran's body and whispered: "Such black blood flows in his veins, and it lasts for more than ten years. It must be a kind of torture."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yun closed his eyes and turned away slowly. Even though he had deliberately stopped thinking about it, his mind was still occupied by the black blood.

The blood of ordinary people is crimson, but Xiao Yiran's blood is close to black.

Li Qiwu nodded silently and did not speak, which seemed to confirm Yan Yun's statement.There were fine beads of sweat all over his face, and his expression was no longer calm.

Li Qiwu didn't know what to do to protect the two of them at the same time in such a critical situation.

The room was filled with the smell of blood, Li Qiwu and Chen Mo both frowned, both looked bitter and bitter.

Yan Yun didn't know where to put his gaze, so he tilted his head and stared at the window. He looked at the dead branches of crabapple outside the window through the gap: "Isn't there still a [-]% certainty?"

He tried his best to make his voice not sound so heavy. There was a solemn silence in the room, so quiet that the slight sound of the blade cutting the blood vessels was so clear.

Although he had been wounded and bled countless times since he was a child, this time, Yan Yun felt extraordinarily painful. The moment the blade cut through his flesh, he seemed to have glimpsed death for a moment.

The knife was not blunt, and Li Qiwu's technique was very good, but Yan Yun couldn't help but take a deep breath at the moment when the blood flowed out along the edge of the knife.

Li Qiwu didn't answer right away, he took the wound medicine from Chen Mo, rubbed it on Yan Yun's wound, sighed heavily and said: "At that time, I didn't know that Xiao Yiran's poison was already so serious."

"Depending on the situation, it may not even be [-]% sure..."

Yan Yun didn't let Li Qiwu finish his sentence, he hastily interrupted: "What if we only save one person? Isn't it more certain?"

As soon as these words came out, Li Qiwu was shocked instantly, he couldn't believe it: "You..."

If Li Qiwu guessed correctly, what Yan Yun meant was to ask him to do his best to treat Xiao Yiran.

Li Qiwu didn't dare to speak out his conjecture, he shook his head helplessly, not intending to continue this topic.

As a doctor, Li Qiwu has no right to decide a person's life or death, and he has no way to watch a living life turn into nothingness.

Seeing Li Qi's response, Yan Yun spoke again, with a very firm tone: "Save him."

Yan Yun's words were decisive, but his tone sounded ordinary, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.

Li Qiwu didn't respond, as if he didn't hear Yan Yun's words, he just lowered his head and fiddled with the medicine bottles and blades on the small cart.

But at an angle that Yan Yun couldn't see, his lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.

Compared to Li Qiwu, Chen Mo's reaction was stronger. He quickly walked up to Yan Yun, blocked Yan Yun's view from the window, and stared at him through gritted teeth.

"Don't look at me like that, it's too scary." Yan Yun wanted to stop talking, but was stopped by Chen Mo.

Chen Mo raised his hand and slapped Yan Yun heavily on the cheek.

Before Yan Yun could react, he received a solid slap from Chen Mo.He covered his face in surprise and looked back at Shen Mo. There was an obvious five-finger print on his face, which showed how heavy Chen Mo's attack was.

When Li Qiwu heard the noise and looked back, it was too late. He didn't see the process, but he saw the red handprint on Yan Yun's face.

Li Qiwu was stunned, he couldn't help looking at Chen Mo who was stunned aside, and then glanced at Yan Yun who was also unrelieved, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

The room was terribly quiet, Yan Yun and Chen Mo looked at each other speechlessly, the air seemed to be still.

Seeing that the two of them were deadlocked and did not speak, Li Qiwu had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "It's easy to say something, but it's easy to hurt feelings between brothers." His opening broke the deadlock between the two.

Chen Mo walked up to Li Qiwu without saying a word, and packed the tools to be used next with a blank expression.

Yan Yun covered his face and stared at Chen Mo who became more silent, the shock on his face had not completely faded.He could tell that Chen Mo was really angry this time, otherwise he wouldn't have done anything to him.

But Yan Yun also knew that Chen Mo was worried about him.

Even so, being slapped suddenly made Yan Yun feel a little uncomfortable, he deliberately ignored Chen Mo, and said to Li Qiwu: "Just do what I say."

Hearing this, Chen Mo's hand holding the medicine bottle was clenched instantly, the veins in his hand popped up, and his face suddenly became darker than the bottom of the pot.

If it wasn't for thinking that these medicines would be useful to Yan Yun, Chen Mo couldn't resist smashing the medicine bottle long ago.The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he could only punch the screen as if venting his anger, and the screen was instantly crumbling.

Seeing this, Li Qi glanced at the shaking screen with lingering fear, and dared not speak.

Looking at Chen Mo who was on the verge of rage, Li Qiwu completely believed that if he acted rashly now, this man would definitely tear him to pieces.

The matter between Chen Mo and Yan Yun had to be resolved by themselves. Li Qiwu couldn't make a decision on his own, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

"I can decide my own affairs." Knowing that Li Qiwu was hesitating, Yan Yun said directly: "Just do as I say."

"He's out of time."

Li Qiwu looked at Xiao Yiran whose face was gradually pale, and his attitude began to waver.He was hesitating when he heard Yan Yun speak to Chen Mo: "Chen Mo, I have always regarded you as my best brother."

Chen Mo stubbornly did not respond, did not look at Yan Yun, and clenched his fists tightly.

"At the same time, I also hope that you can respect my decision."

Saying that, Yan Yun finally looked up at Chen Mo: "This is what I want to do, if I don't do it, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

Chen Mo still didn't respond, but he no longer avoided Yan Yun's gaze. Hearing these words, he turned to look directly at Yan Yun, and gradually loosened his tightly clenched fists.

"Thank you." Yan Yun whispered.

Chen Mo didn't look at him at first, but looked down at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yan Yun didn't start, he didn't know why he wanted to thank him, maybe it was because he felt Chen Mo's concern for him, maybe it was because of some other unspeakable things.

The atmosphere finally became less depressing, but Xiao Yiran's poison did not become easier to relieve.

The situation was still very bad, Li Qiwu's hands were covered with Xiao Yiran's black blood, the black blood was thicker and more bloody than normal people's blood.

"This blood is too adhesive, it sticks to the wall of the blood vessel." Li Qiwu was in a hurry, and he didn't even have time to wipe off the beads of sweat that kept oozing from his forehead.

Chen Mo remained silent, and took a serious look at Yan Yun, who was pale, and then stared at Li Qiwu, his eyes turned cold instantly.

"More blood is needed for a full replacement."

After Li Qi finished speaking, he subconsciously glanced at Yan Yun.

Yan Yun lost a lot of blood, and his lips were already turning white. Although his consciousness was not clear, he still tried to stay awake and looked at Xiao Yiran. He turned sideways, and tightly held Xiao Yiran's cold wrist with his other hand: "Although you detoxify, you don't need to worry."

Feeling the blood in his body being pumped out, Yan Yun didn't have the slightest fear, instead he raised the corner of his mouth and murmured to Xiao Yiran who had his eyes closed tightly: "Don't be afraid, you will get better soon."

As the blood in his body gradually flowed away, Yan Yun went from sober to chaotic, from chaotic to fainting, and finally completely lost consciousness.

The rust-like smell permeated the room, Li Qi was not sweating, and Chen Mo was also nervous.

The poisoned black blood was gradually replaced by bright red, and the blood fused and exchanged, just like parallel lines that had no intersection at first, and could not escape the entanglement of fate under the impetus of fate.

The black and red blood slowly blended, blended and repelled, and finally the red blood gradually replaced the black blood until it turned completely red, and everything was finally settled.

It's another year, and the crabapple flowers have bloomed a few times, but Xiao Yiran still never gets tired of watching them.

It was pouring rain outside the house, and the dead branches on the crabapple tree were swaying in the torrential rain. The wet soil gave off an unpleasant earthy smell, which was as pungent as the smell of blood when I woke up that day.

Xiao Yiran was thinking like this, looking at the window swaying in the wind, his thoughts were filled with thoughts.

Rainwater drifted into the hall through the window, Xiao Yiran walked slowly to the window, but did not close the window, he let the wet and cold raindrops hit his bright yellow robe.

Three years later, the crabapple blossoms bloomed and withered, but he still failed to enjoy the flowers with Yanyun during the flowering period. Like the frost and snow in winter and the scorching sun in summer, they missed it time and time again.

Xiao Yiran smiled bitterly, and was about to close the window, but a head poked out from the window.

Li Qiwu was drenched like a drowned chicken, and was about to turn into the room from the window, all wet.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Yiran took a step back to make room for Li Qiwu, preventing him from splashing himself with water when he rolled in.

Because he was too anxious, Li Qiwu scrambled and fell in, with his feet on his back. He looked at Xiao Yiran pitifully, with a sad expression on his face: "You just take care of your uncle, he has been following you all day long. I."

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