Yu Jun

Chapter 269
"The arrowhead was taken in the fortress." Li Yitie put the silver needle back to its original place. "Even if the arrowhead is taken out completely, it is not clear if there are any small fragments left in the wound, and the wound is too deep to scratch completely." Check it out."

Having said that, he turned his face away and put his eyes on the medicine box, not looking at Mo Qianlan's face.

Mo Qianlan is not a good person, but in his opinion, Mo Qianlan itself is already an irreversible tragedy, and Mo Lingfeng is very likely to embark on this path.

Immediately afterwards, he added a sentence like charity: "I can save her life."

The tense strings in Mo Qianlan's mind were loosened, the boiling blood subsided, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Looking down at the blood on the front of his shirt, he let out a long sigh of relief: "Thank you, let her rest for the past few days...I'll come for family matters."

When Li Yitie went out from the house, the sky was already full of clouds.

There are several red crape myrtle plants outside the house, the flowers are fiery red, the branches tremble when the breeze comes, and the dancing swallows startle.

He sat down on the chair, looking at the two small medicine stoves that kept beeping.

He has treated thousands of patients, but no one can move him as much as the Mo brothers and sisters.

Because they didn't come to this point in the first place, it was a pair of hands that pushed them to such a situation.

After Mo Qianlan fell into a coma due to epilepsy, he used needles many times to force Mo Qianlan to fall asleep in order to prolong his life and allow him to spend more time with Mo Lingfeng, but Mo Qianlan still woke up.

An aunt came over and asked cautiously: "Doctor Li, can we go in and feed the uncle ginseng soup?"

They have been sitting in the yard, except for the loud bang when Mo Qianlan fell off the bed, they heard nothing else.

Li Yitie picked up his fan and fanned the fire: "Just now I gave Mo Jiedu an acupuncture, which forced out a mouthful of blood, you clean it up together, after taking this medicine, the prescription will be changed again."

Aunt nodded and went to bring hot water. Li Yitie looked up at Yin Bei who was squatting at the gate of the courtyard waiting for dispatch, and called out, "Yin Bei, is Mr. Cheng still in the front hall?"

"exist."

"You go and invite Mr. Cheng, and say that I have something to do with him."

"it is good."

Cheng Ting was splashing ink in the front hall right now—as expected by the eldest sister of the Cheng family, the greeting cards handed to Mo Lingfeng were piled up like snow in the front hall, from officials to Liu Boyu, all handed the greeting cards .

He replied one by one and sent someone to send them out, lamenting to himself that he had never written so many words before participating in the scientific examination. At the same time, he thought that his handwriting was flamboyant and elegant, and he guaranteed that no one who received the reply would fail to read it for three or two days. Figure out what you wrote.

When he was writing his hand cramped, Yin Bei came to interrupt his spellcasting, saying that it was Li Yitie's invitation.

Cheng Ting was puzzled, he put down his pen and went to the second hall with Yin Bei, and Li Yitie brought him into the main room.

The aunts had already left, and Yin Nan was sitting by the door watching, holding a plate of buns in one hand, and stuffing the buns into his mouth with the other, chewing like a ruthless executioner.

However, as soon as she swallowed the buns, she shrank her neck and retched silently—she had eaten too many buns in Shuozhou, and she still remembered the taste.

The door was closed, and there was only a little dim light left in the room. It was past half past You Hour, and the night would fall at any moment.

Li Yitie didn't light the candle, turned his head to signal Cheng Ting to follow: "Come here."

Cheng Ting followed without knowing why and walked to Mo Qianlan's bedside: "Doctor Li——"

Immediately afterwards, he saw Mo Qianlan's eyes opened!
"Gu—"

Li Yitie had calculated that he would scream, and was about to reach out to cover his mouth, but Cheng Ting fell to the ground, his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, and his hands trembled: "Gu, aunt, aunt, aunt"

He kept "aunt" like a hen, and then quietly got up again, suspicious that his eyes were dazzled, and cautiously looked at Mo Qianlan again.

His uncle is dressed in rough clothes and messy hair, Luo Qi is very weak, but he is as tall as a jade mountain, with shining eyes, he is indeed sober!
Mo Qianlan's lingering prestige was still there, Cheng Ting reviewed his life in an instant, knelt on the ground with a "plop", trembling all over, saw his uncle raised a finger and "shh", lowered his voice, Going lower, it turned into an air current and gently blew towards Mo Qianlan: "Uncle, you're awake."

"Why are you staying here?" Mo Qianlan didn't talk nonsense.

"Ah?" Cheng Ting didn't hear a word, and stuck his head out, "You, what did you say?"

Li Yitie understood and told Cheng Ting in a low voice.

Cheng Ting replied in a low voice as if making a joint: "It's that big yellow dog. It bit my sleeve on the street and wouldn't let go. I followed it. This dog has become a spirit."

Mo Qianlan said: "Other than that?"

Cheng Ting barely heard what Mo Qianlan said, and quickly waved his hands: "No, no."

He swallowed the word Wu Jin from his throat, his heart started beating wildly, and his back bent slightly.

For some reason, he always felt that it would be better not to mention Wu Jin in front of Mo Qianlan.

With his eyes closed, Mo Qianlan didn't need to look at Cheng Ting's guilty conscience and stupidity, but also knew that with Cheng Ting's mind, there must be an antecedent reason for him to be so nervous, staying here and not moving.

Wu Jin is the only person who is smart enough to see through the current situation and is closely related to the Mo family.

He asked, "What letter did Wu Jin send?"

"Letter?" Cheng Ting was sweating all over his back, but he was too nervous to take care of the heat, "What letter, Wu, Wu Jin. He doesn't often write letters. The last time he wrote a letter was during the Dragon Boat Festival, no, the Spring Festival."

He was in a daze, not knowing what he was talking about.

Mo Qianlan said bluntly: "The lives of me and Ah Yao lie in his letter."

Cheng Ting closed his mouth with a "crack", looked back at the compartment, and then turned his head to look outside the door, expecting that the big sister of the Cheng family's uncompromising voice would ring out outside the door, grabbing his ears and pulling him all the way go home.

How to do?
He glanced at Mo Qianlan timidly, thinking that Mo Qianlan would not make fun of Lingfeng's life, he shook his head and replied: "Death is suffering, and life is also suffering."

Mo Qianlan listened without asking anything, and said after a while: "I see."

One death, one life.

Death is suffering - if Mo Lingfeng dies in battle, it will be suffering for her, and it will be suffering for him too.

Life is also suffering - Mo Lingfeng is alive, so Mo Qianlan dies, it is also suffering for her.

The emperor once again became murderous, and wanted to punish the Mo family who had regained military power with death.

So the big yellow dog found out that a strange face had entered Mo's house and brought Cheng Ting. The killer who hadn't shown up until now was still waiting because he couldn't be sure of Mo Lingfeng's life or death.

He wanted to force this person out and kill him, so that Ah Shao could relax and recuperate.

Cheng Ting was at a loss, thinking what did uncle know?

Mo Qianlan didn't wait for him to understand, and said softly, "Don't tell anyone that I woke up, I have something to do."

There were three voices murmuring in the room——Mo Qianlan said, Cheng Ting listened, and when Cheng Ting couldn't understand, Li Yitie repeated it.

Four quarters of an hour later, Cheng Ting came out of the room with a blank head, looked at the nanny who was making medicine under the lamp: "Grandma, I'm so hungry."

It turns out that it is easier to get hungry if you use your brain than your hands.

(End of this chapter)