【Xue Xiao】Prisoner in the deserted city

Xue Yang hurriedly carried Xiao Xingchen back into the room, feeling that his arms were burning hot, as if he was about to burn.

He added a lot of straw mats to the place where Xiao Xingchen usually slept. After thinking about it, he hugged his upper body and raised the place where Xiao Xingchen rested his head, so that he could lie down as comfortably as possible.

Xiao Xingchen was obviously uncomfortable, his cheeks were abnormally rosy, and his lips, which hadn't seen blood for a long time, became brighter as if congested.The whole person was silent and very quiet, letting Xue Yang hug him around.

Xue Yang didn't know whether to treat his wound or cool down first.The temperature was too frighteningly high, Xue Yang was afraid that he would have a fever, so he held his hand first, and transmitted some spiritual power to him to maintain his physical strength.

Xue Yang's spiritual power slowly and continuously entered the blood, and gradually he took a breath. Xiao Xingchen coughed, his chest heaved up and down rapidly, and his breath was thick and chaotic, as if he was very uncomfortable.

That's it.Xue Yang's tense nerves eased a little, and he felt that he should go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, but seeing Xiao Xingchen like this, he was really worried about leaving him alone.What's more, at this time, it's still long before the opening of the pharmacy.

Xue Yang went to the stove and boiled two pots of hot water, then rolled up his sleeves and rummaged up and down for things that could reduce inflammation.

Xiao Xingchen said that he would not be infected, and he was probably just perfunctory, since it is all flesh and mortals, so he can make an exception.

Except for the wound healing herbs I took before, there is still a little left, but the anti-inflammatory ones are gone. There is nothing here to relieve inflammation and pain.Thinking of the wound on his hand, Xue Yang felt so embarrassed.

Suddenly, with a glance of his eyes, he suddenly had an idea.

After fiddling for a while, Xue Yang returned to the house, and first used the basin of clean hot water to clean Xiao Xingchen's wound.The wound was too deep, the amount of bleeding was too much, and the hands were covered with solidified black blood clots.Xue Yang finally washed it clean, the whole basin of water was soaked in dark red, Xue Yang fetched another book of water to wash it thoroughly.

Now the whole picture of the wound can be seen clearly, the palm is completely pierced, the fresh wound is turned ferociously, and the metacarpal bones and tendons can be vaguely seen.Without the obstruction of the coagulated blood, some places began to slowly ooze blood again, flowing down the jointed fingers.

Xue Yang has never seen any kind of injury, even cutting a corpse into pieces. Xue Yang is no problem. Without blinking his eyes, he can smash a person's bone into mud with a single wave of his hand, and his brain can burst with a snap of his fingers. .

But now only facing this small wound, Xue Yang felt a little unbearable to look directly at it. He stared carefully for a while, as if hesitating for something, and then finally made up his mind, grabbed Xiao Xingchen's wrist, and took another pot Water mixed with salt was applied to the wound.

Salt has the effect of sterilizing and disinfecting, so it can be used in emergencies, but it is as painful as torture.A moan squeezed out from Xiao Xingchen's throat.

Xiao Xingchen struggled violently.

Xue Yang tightly held his wrist with one hand, and treated him with salt water with the other hand, but he struggled so hard that he could hardly do it.

Xue Yang frowned, grabbed Xiao Xingchen's wrist, and simply pressed his hand into the salt water.

Like tens of thousands of sharp thorns piercing into the palm of his hand at the same time, Xiao Xingchen almost passed out from the pain, and a fine and dense layer of cold sweat instantly oozes from the corner of his forehead.Fortunately, Xue Yang didn't soak him for long, he pulled it out after a while, wiped it clean with a towel, applied a thick layer of herbal medicine, and then wrapped it with gauze.

After finishing everything smoothly, Xue Yang let out a breath, got up and poured out the blood, water and salt water in the basin.

He found himself a little nervous.

It's funny, but it's just sprinkling salt on the wound, what's the big deal, as it hurts like that.Xue Yang thought, since he was a wanderer since he was a child, he has suffered countless injuries, large and small, and he has endured all of them.The more you experience this, the less pain you will feel.Xiao Xingchen just has too little experience and needs to be cleaned up.

Xue Yang returned to the house with a hand towel soaked in cold water.He wanted to throw his hands away, but after thinking about it, he put down his raised hand again, walked over and put it on Xiao Xingchen's forehead obediently.

The pain caused by the salt water will not disappear after a while, Xiao Xingchen sleeps extremely unsteadily, and seems to have to grit his teeth in order to hold on in a coma.

Even if Xue Yang's body was completely pierced, he could still talk and laugh freely without changing his face.Compared with Xue Yang, Xiao Xingchen's ability to withstand pain is really far behind.

If he was awake, Xue Yang would definitely laugh at him again. He seems to always like to find places where Xiao Xingchen is not as good as him. He can laugh for a long time even for trivial things, and he is proud for a long time. He always wants to overwhelm him in any place. , to prove that he is stronger than him.But looking at the unconscious Xiao Xingchen at this moment, Xue Yang couldn't help but laugh.

Xiao Xingchen was sealed by Xue Yang, and his mind and body suffered a lot. He was weak at one point, and then he suffered from a night of wind and cold.

Xue Yang wiped his body on time every day, changed his dressings, ground all kinds of food into powder and made soup, supported Xiao Xingchen's upper body, and carefully fed him little by little.If Xiao Xingchen was awake, he definitely wouldn't do these things.

Continuously infusing spiritual power into the body continuously, it really didn't feel like a waste of heartache at all, because the beating pulse under the palm made Xue Yang feel at ease.

He also became more and more anxious every day, repeating over and over again, why is he still awake, why is he still awake.

Maybe he didn't want to come.Xue Yang knew this very well, but he was unwilling to admit it.He would rather deceive himself and think that he has firmly held Xiao Xingchen in his hands and tied him by his side, rather than admit that he never got this person.

Day after day, Xiao Xingchen's illness made Xue Yang feel more at ease.

The night was silent, with a bright moon hanging high in the sky.Xue Yang lay on his back on the roof with his hands resting on his head.The night wind blew his dark red hair rope and the hem of his black clothes slightly up and down.Under the dim moonlight, Xue Yang's handsome, unruly, childish face was reflected.

The night is vast and always loves to make people's thoughts complicated.There was a more drumming sound in the distance, and the sound was deeper and longer than the sound.Xue Yang closed his eyes and didn't sleep for a long time.

It was several days later that Xiao Xingchen woke up slowly, leaning on the straw mat in a daze.His body was already thin, and he had slept for many days, and now he was even thinner. It seemed that the Taoist robe on his body was loose, almost hanging loosely on it.

Waking up is waking up, the disease is not cured yet.Xue Yang didn't want outsiders to step into Yizhuang, and he refused to invite a doctor to come over. He would rather go to the doctor's office to report Xiao Xingchen's condition and daily status, and then go to Doctor Zhang to get the medicine with the decoction list.His attitude was arrogant and bad, and his disturbance caused panic in the hospital. Everyone knew that there was such an unmasked patient in his family.

Xiao Xingchen still resisted Xue Yang, and even spilled the soup and medicine bowl that Xue Yang brought over several times.Xue Yang suppressed his anger rarely, and forced him to drink it with a gloomy face.

Xue Yang said: "You have to drink if you drink, and you have to drink if you don't drink, and you have to drink until there is not a drop left. There is no extra coffin for you in this Yizhuang, don't dream."

Xiao Xingchen could not eat or drink medicine, but he couldn't bear the slightest bit of dirt on his body, so he forcibly dragged his sick body to wash it every day.Xue Yang wiped it for him when he was unconscious, but now that he is awake, there is no need for it.

There is one less task every day, and Xue Yang is not used to the extra time. He always feels very uncomfortable. He hides behind the door and watches Xiao Xingchen troublesomely boil water to wash his body, and sometimes accidentally touches the wound. It hurts.

Xue Yang rolled his eyes and walked away, cursing in his heart that it was fish looking for fish and shrimps, that Taoist Song Lan had a cleanliness habit, and Xiao Xingchen was also infected, it was really troublesome.

Xue Yang felt unhappy every time he saw Xiao Xingchen, and Xiao Xingchen was extremely repulsive to him, so he never gave him a good face.But when you are alone, when You Qi closes his eyes, there are all his swaying figures in front of his eyes, whether they are thin and weak these days, or those who were perfunctory and dodged before, busy in front of the stove, or walking in the yard.Even more long ago, during those three years, he sat next to Xiao Xingchen and made jokes, talking nonsense all over the place, which made him laugh out loud.

At this moment, Xiao Xingchen is still by his side, nothing has changed, and everything has changed again.

That day Xue Yang came back from the pharmacy to get medicine as usual, when he passed by the market, he saw a group of people gathered together, forming a thick human wall, and the noise was super chaotic, he didn't know what they were doing.

If there were not too many people blocking Xue Yang's way, Xue Yang would not be interested in watching.He squeezed for a long time but failed to squeeze through. He couldn't help feeling angry and rolled over to the front.

It turned out that it was a young man hugging the post, no matter how others persuaded him, he would not let go, crying bitterly, with a dagger in his other hand across his neck, it seemed that he wanted to commit suicide.

The man was about to cut his throat while crying: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die! I don't believe I'm going to die, A Yuan still refuses to see me! A Yuan, are you watching? Come out and meet me!" !"

He burst into tears, his appearance was so miserable, everyone's persuasion was ineffective, and the dagger was about to cut across.

At the critical moment, a stone flew from nowhere and hit the man's wrist. Although the stone was small, it had great force, and the blade fell to the ground with a clang.

The great change came quickly and suddenly, the man lost his strength, slumped down the pillar and slumped to the ground, crying loudly: "Why doesn't God let me die!"

"To shut up."

Xue Yang stood in the crowd in black, with one hand still in the motion of throwing stones, looking at him coldly with disdain.

"With your position, no one can die, it will only make you collapse."

Hanging, caesarean section, drinking poison, any other way of death has nothing to do with him.

Cutting the neck doesn't work.

His voice was too clear and cold, especially in the midst of the hustle and bustle, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.After searching for the sound, everyone realized that it was the stone thrown by the young man.This young man's handsome appearance reveals childishness, but his words are so vicious that he couldn't help but back away.

In an instant, Xue Yang cleared a three-meter radius around his body.

The man shut his mouth abruptly, his eyes widened in shock, fear and grief.

Xue Yang patted the dust off his hands, crossed his arms and asked, "Tell me why you committed suicide."