canary in cage

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It was still raining outside, and Isri was panting heavily, standing at the door, dragging down his coat in two or three strokes and wrapping Cecil in it.

Then he rushed into the rain with the man in his arms desperately. There was a blanket in the back seat of the carriage, and Isri wrapped the man tightly inside with the blanket.

Cecil's body is so cold, he wants to warm up...

Isri stood in the rain, and within a few seconds, his whole body was wet. After fixing Cecil, Isri was back in front of the carriage.

It was a rainy day, and the horse was not in the mood to run, but walked leisurely in the woods.

Isri gritted his teeth, hesitated for a second, then took out the dagger from his waist, and ruthlessly plunged into the horse's flesh.

Suddenly, there was a scream in the woods, and the frightened horse ran forward madly. When it arrived at the market, Yisli immediately pulled the rein.

In the end, it was because the horse was too strong, and it stopped after several times of tugging, and the palms of its hands were red from being pulled.

Regardless of the pain, Isri got down from the carriage and hugged Cehir into his arms, as if a young person would be shattered at any time.

Following the familiar route, Isri ran all the way until he reached the end of the alley. Regardless of being polite, Isri raised his hand and slapped on the door.

"Who? It's closed on rainy days." A young man's voice came from inside.

Isri didn't bother to explain, and was about to kick the door open, but he was afraid of hurting the person in his arms again, so he endured it and opened his mouth, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't distinguish it.

"Kritis."

Hearing the nobleman's name, the young man inside was startled, and hastily walked over and opened the door a little. Seeing this, Isri stepped in, pushed the door open, and mercilessly put the dagger on the young man's neck.

"Where's Hall?" Isri gritted his teeth and opened his mouth with a red light in his eyes.

The young man was taken aback, tears came out of his eyes immediately, and he opened his mouth tremblingly to shout.

"master!"

After half a second, a voice came from the room: "What are you doing? Didn't you say that it will be closed on rainy days?"

Speaking of which, a man in a black robe opened the curtain and came out. He was about to reprimand his apprentice, but the moment he saw Isri, his brows frowned.

"Come in and say." Hall looked at Isri, and stepped aside.

Yisli put away the dagger, and the hostility in his eyes became more obvious. The innermost part of the room was supposed to be warmer. Yisli moved lightly, and put the person in his arms on the bed.

"What's the matter, young master?"

Hall looked at the pale Cecil, and frowned even more. He stretched out his hand and slowly untied the blanket on Cecil's body.

"Sorry, please save him first." Isri leaned against the wall, lowered his head, not daring to look at the person on the bed anymore.

Hall realized that the matter was not simple, and the movement of his hands was a little faster. When the entire blanket and clothes were lifted, the gauze that was originally wrapped around his wrist was completely soaked in blood.

"Crazy! Crazy!"

Hall opened his mouth and yelled a few times, and quickly dug out a lot of things from his cabinet and piled them on the table.

The gauze was torn apart one by one, and the black and blue wound also leaked out. Hall frowned deeper, turned his head and gave Isri a hard look, and lowered his head to treat the wound.

The cut was deep, and the flesh was turned outwards. Hall gently lifted Cecil's arm, and finally he endured and began to disinfect.

"How could the young master do it himself... He is obviously so afraid of these things." Hall opened his mouth a little timidly.

He was originally Kritis's family doctor, but later, he felt that Isli took good care of him, so he moved out by himself. For some minor colds and fevers, he just came here to get some medicine, but he didn't expect that now...··

Isri clenched his hands, and the water droplets on his hair fell drop by drop. He didn't dare to respond to Hall's words, he obviously knew better than Hall.

Cecil was very afraid of death, he knew it clearly, he even developed resistance to death, he was afraid of anything dying in front of his eyes, he knew it clearly. ····

Hall took out the surgical thread and glanced at Cecil. Fortunately, he was still in a coma.

"The wound is too deep and needs stitches." Hall opened his mouth, and the movements of his hands have already begun.

The strangled skin was stitched together again with thread, it was extremely ugly, the wrist which was not much flesh, was now being pulled together by the thread forcibly.

Isri glanced at it, then retracted his gaze, his hands were clenched so hard that his fingertips were already numb.

Cecil took revenge on him again, the quiet bird, took revenge on him again with his own strength, and succeeded. ···

Isri raised his hand, rubbed his hair, and looked up at the person on the bed again.

The person who seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye had actually used so many means to keep him by his side.

He just didn't want Cehir to leave, he just wanted Cehir to stay by his side.

Wrong, everything is wrong, from beginning to end, from beginning to end, is wrong. ···

Sehir, the one and only god he worshiped, was the one who destroyed Sehir completely.

"The wound has been healed, but the blood loss is a bit too much, and it's not certain whether he can wake up."

Hall stood up and tidied up the things on the table. Isri stared wide-eyed and listened to Hall's words.

Suddenly, as if stimulated by something, he stepped forward and grabbed Hall's collar.

"What are you talking about? Aren't you a doctor? Why can't you wake up!"

Isri was almost stunned, his eyes were red, and he didn't think about anything. He just wanted Cehir to wake up now.

Hall was also rushed forward by Isri's anger for a while, raised his hand and grabbed Isri's neckline, widened his eyes, and said in a forbearing tone.

"You didn't cause the young master to become like this? You have the face to tell me this now!" Hall pushed Isri against the wall.

Isri was hit so dizzy, his consciousness was in a mess, he stood up straight, and rushed towards Hall again.

"Did you do it!" Isri stared at Hall with wide eyes, and then moved his eyes away: "I know I was wrong, you made the young master wake up..."

Isri's voice gradually weakened, and there was a weak cry in his throat, and his hands were tightly grasping the person in front of him.

Seeing Isri, Hall became even more irritable. He grabbed Isri's collar, punched him, and slammed him down the wall again, his tone even more aggressive.

"Young master, if you can't wake up, I'll fight you hard!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the room, leaving only Isri and Cecil to stay in this small space.

The candlelight flickered on the wall, and Cecil's shadow flickered along with it. Isri slid on the ground, terribly embarrassed, staring blankly at the swaying shadow on the wall.