imperial psychologist

Chapter 743
From evening till now, Bai Yi has been busy in this room.

First, change the charcoal basin in a ventilated place, then gently wipe Boling's lips with wet cotton wool, and then cover it with sliced ​​cucumbers, changing it from time to time.

When he sat by the bed and said all he could say, and didn't know what to say to Bo Ling, he sat on the chair exhausted and said nothing.

The wind began to blow outside the house, whimpering, like a traveler crying.

Bai Yi changed his posture, propped his chin with his hands, and looked at Bai Ling's fingertips sticking out of the quilt.

"Why don't you open your eyes to look at me?" Bai Yi murmured, "When Shisi was around, you woke up so many times..."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Bo Ling - Bo Ling still had his eyes closed.

Bai Yi sighed, straightened his waist, folded his hands behind his head and stretched.

"I should have told Fourteen earlier, but whenever you wake up, no matter if I'm awake or asleep, you can call for me to come over."

After a while, Bai Yi suddenly remembered something, his brows furrowed together, "...Are you blaming me?"

Bai Ling on the couch frowned slightly, as if he had dreamed of something painful.

This is not the first time that Bo Ling has shown such an expression. After nightfall, she looks like she has been dreaming intermittently.

Bai Yi stretched out his hand and pressed the pulp of his thumb on the center of Bai Ling's brow, trying to smooth the frown.

"I'm not sad." He said softly, as if coaxing Bai Ling in his dream, "The sad things are over..."

Bai Yi wanted to say something else, but his voice suddenly stopped in his throat - he saw Bai Ling's eyelashes move slightly, and he spoke in vain but did not make any sound, and he could even feel the warm breath exhaled by Bai Ling on his wrist .

Bai Yi's breathing was almost stagnant. He looked at Bai Ling and watched her slowly open her eyes.

Bo Ling, who just opened her eyes, was out of focus. Looking at the familiar curtains on the top of the bed, she always felt that she had seen this scene many times before.

After a while, she heard a voice calling her name.

Following the sound, she saw a figure sitting beside the bed.

The room was very dim, only an oil lamp was placed on the table not far from the bed.

Bo Ling was frightened for a moment, and instinctively wanted to flee to the other side of the bed, but he heard the man anxiously stop her, telling her not to move.

This voice...is also very familiar.

But she really couldn't recognize who the person in front of her was.

In the past few years of separation, the frost and wind and snow in the northern region have engraved earth-shaking changes on Bai Yi. The thin and handsome young medical officer who used to be, now has a short beard like Chen Yicong back then.

But in the past four years, when he smiled, the corners of his eyes were slightly wrinkled, and his shoulders and arms were no longer as thin as before.

The severe cold here not only failed to destroy his spirit, but aroused his stronger will. He wanted to fight against all unknown fates and all the burdens that oppressed him, just like weeds and thorns. The long winters of the North grow savagely.

In the dim light, Bai Yi sat there quietly, but at this moment, he didn't know what to say to Bai Ling.

The two just looked at each other quietly.

But even if the Bai Yi in front of him is almost reborn, Bai Ling with those eyes will never admit his mistake—"There is only one person in the world who can gather the light and meaning of his entire life."

She softly called out Bai Yi's name, the words were so low that they were almost inaudible, and Bai Ling's breathing was already a little short, "...is that you?"

"Yeah...it's me."

"Why do you..." Bai Ling frowned in disbelief, "Why do you..."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and reached towards Bai Yi's cheek.

Bai Yi stepped forward and took the initiative to put his face on Bai Ling's hand.

The beard on Bai Yi's upper lip is very short, just a thin layer of stubble, while the short beard on his lower jaw is like hard and dry straw, growing in coils.

"When you went to the countryside to see a doctor, you grew a beard, and everyone believed that you were a capable doctor." Bai Yi held Bai Ling's hand, "Although you look old, but after growing a beard, it will be more convenient to do things too much."

Bai Ling couldn't help laughing.

Even in her dreams, she couldn't imagine Bai Yi's current appearance. Bai Yi is only 26 or [-] years old now, but this mature and prudent goatee looks a lot older than Bai Ling.

She looked at Bai Yi's face silently, as if seeing his old appearance at a glance, she was both novel and happy, and then sighed very lightly.

"I saw...the poem you wrote on the wall." Bo Ling said softly, "Mu Xin's...the one."

Bai Yi was confused for a moment, and then suddenly remembered.

"David?"

Bo Ling nodded, and she lowered her eyes slightly, "At that time, I... wanted to... come to you immediately."

Bai Yi smiled lowly, and held Bai Ling's hand even tighter.

"Bo Yi, I'm afraid I'm dreaming..." Bai Ling looked at him, "You are real, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"But what if... this is a dream?"

Bai Yi grabbed Bai Ling's hand and lightly bit the back of her hand.

The corners of Bo Ling's mouth were sullen, and he retracted his hands a little.

There was a joking smile on her face, but the expression in her eyes gradually became sad.

"...Dreams also hurt," Bo Ling said seriously, "I have had many... such dreams."

"It doesn't matter if it's a dream." Bai Yi said softly, and he pressed the back of Bai Ling's hand to his cheek, "In this way, I will be there when you fall asleep and wake up."

Bai Ling closed his eyes and laughed.

Bai Yi's palms are still as rough as before, even in this cold night, his hands are still dry and warm.

She couldn't help opening her eyes again, looking at the shadow cast by Bai Yi on the wall, feeling the slight oppression from the quilt, the sound of the wind outside the window, and the tingling sensation in her throat... These details still seemed suspicious.

"I seem to have seen Fourteen during the day." Bo Ling asked with some uncertainty, "Is he... also there?"

"Yes." Bai Yi nodded, "We learned about you from the deer hunter, and we chased Aguili all day and night on the fourteenth day and night before we rescued you."

Bo Ling frowned slightly, as if he was smacking this sentence repeatedly.

"I seem to have heard him... talk about it."

"When you came back, you were seriously injured." Bai Yi whispered, "Who hurt you?"

Bo Ling shook his head, "Where is Dad...?"

"Father is still in Jingzhou." Bai Yi said softly, "He is getting old and can't stand our troubles... This is a county in Fuzhou. When you recover from your injury, we will go to Jingzhou to meet Dad reunion."

(End of this chapter)