The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

When Huo Yan called out her current name, it was like a sharp sword piercing her heart.

It was more like a bomb than a sword. The whole heart, along with his internal organs, all the nerves, and all the emotions, were bombed and turned into ruins.

She looked at the man with disbelief in her eyes.

So Huo Yan can treat anyone?

Her face was even wrapped in gauze, and she looked neither human nor ghost, not even the most basic and lowest-level appearance of a girl.

Is he able to speak like this?

So maybe everything is just too much in her head. Huo Yan likes her and loves her, which is all nonsense.

She even began to doubt that in the original world.

The man once wavered between her and Ning Yuetong. Could it be because he never really liked either of them?

Gu Weimian felt a sharp pain in his head, and his whole body suddenly curled up.

Her vision went dark for a while, and she couldn't care less whether her back was close to the door panel behind her, and her whole body softened little by little.

Huo Yan was startled. He was still standing where he was and had no intention of letting go.

Seeing that the girl's jaw was about to dislocate, Huo Yan pursed his lips into a straight line and subconsciously let go.

He squatted down and asked, "Are you okay?"

Gu Weimian lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine. Can I go back and rest first?"

She didn't want to stay here anymore, let alone face Huo Yan again.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would really die, or even if she didn't die, she would go crazy.

Huo Yan looked down at her, and then realized that Gu Weimian's face had turned pale at some point, with cold sweat on his forehead, and his lips were white, and he looked like he was sick.

He raised his hand and touched Gu Weimian's forehead with the back of his hand.

A burst of heat.

"You have a fever and must be injected with antibiotics immediately."

It must be that the wound on the face is inflamed.

Gu Weimian shook his head, "I'm fine, just go back and take a nap."

"You know that continued inflammation of the wound can kill people, right?"

When Gu Weimian heard this, his expression became a little more relaxed, "Don't worry, this is just a slight reaction after using the injection. What I need most now is enough sleep."

For a few seconds, Gu Weimian received no response from Huo Yan. She frowned and looked at the man.

Huo Yan had no expression on his face, "Do you still know this?"

The voice is also flat, and no emotion can be heard.

When Gu Weimian heard this, his eyelashes trembled rapidly.

The man's low voice whispered in her ear: "You surprise me a lot. Really."

Gu Weimian clenched his hands tightly, like thorns on his back, and he didn't know how to answer.

Huo Yan saw Gu Weimian's embarrassment completely, and he silently picked up Gu Weimian from the ground.

Gu Weimian's body lost weight for a moment, and his two arms subconsciously wanted to wrap around Huo Yan's neck.

He lifted it into the air, but put it down abruptly.

"I'm really fine. Miss Gu told me about this symptom in detail in advance and told me not to panic."

The man was silent, kept walking, opened the door to the study, and slowly came down from the fourth floor with Gu Weimian in his arms.

Throughout the whole process, the man's embrace seemed extremely stable.

But the rising and falling steps still caused the skin between the two people to contact, constantly rubbing through the thin material of clothing.