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Firmly said:

"Father, mother, don't worry, the child will come back healthy and your parents will never have to worry again!"

After Song Shu and the others left, Yun Niang finally couldn't hold it back any longer and cried loudly on Song Lang's chest.

"Shu'er will be fine, right?"

"Yes, it will."

Looking at the direction where the moon was rising, Song Lang said in a deep voice.

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"The medicine of Bu Xin Dan is strong and will impact your heart. The process of Bu Xin Dan is comparable to breaking bones and reshaping them. The pain is unbearable, so you don't need to endure it. Just scream out if it hurts, otherwise you may suffer internal injuries. There are knots here. The sound will not spread out."

"Later, you take the Heart-Building Pill and sit in the bathtub, circulate your spiritual power, direct the spiritual power towards your heart meridians, and use your spiritual power to replenish your heart meridians."

"It may take an hour or two hours to replenish the heart. You have to remember that you must persevere. The pain is only temporary."

"Now, girl Ning, go out and take off your clothes. I will throw you into the bathtub, little old man."

After Mr. Lin finished giving instructions on the details, he sent Zhou Shuning out of the room, while he stayed to pay attention to Song Shu's situation in case there was any emergency.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin..."

Song Shu obediently took the elixir, took off his outer robe, dressed in snow-white inner clothes, and let Mr. Lin's spiritual power carry him into the bathtub.

The warm water enveloped him, and the medicinal effect stimulated his skin, arousing a sense of warmth.

According to Elder Lin's instructions, he circulated his spiritual power, approached his heart veins, and stimulated the efficacy of the Heart-Building Pill.

Not long after, there was a rush of heat in the dantian, and with the pulling of spiritual power, it rushed to the heart, and a bone-piercing pain spread from the heart!
Song Shu's veins popped out, and his soaked underwear clung to his body. Through the thin clothes, the blue blood vessels were clearly visible.

The forehead, neck, and the parts exposed to the water soon became covered with sweat.

His knuckled hands were clasped on the edge of the tub, and the pain in his heart was far from relieved, as if a knife was being drawn on his chest.

Almost instantly, the warmth disappeared, and a painful roar escaped from his mouth.

Song Shu closed his eyes and sweated like rain.

Mr. Lin was watching the evaporation of the effect of the medicine at any time. When he saw Song Shu howling in pain, he sighed: "Pain is only part of it, itching is the sad part..."

Usually when a cut is made on the body with a sharp instrument, the itching becomes unbearable after the medicine is applied. Filling the heart is equivalent to making a half-missing heart grow flesh, and the itching will probably be even worse.

He prepared a medicated bath, half of which was to relieve pain and half to relieve itching.

I just hope that this kid can survive this...

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"A Ning?"

Seeing Zhou Shuning exiting the room, Jiang Qingyu called out softly.

Zhou Shuning came back to her senses and said in a low mood: "Ashu needs a medicinal bath. It's not convenient for me to stay in it."

Jiang Qingyu stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder: "We have to believe him."

"Yeah! I believe him!" Zhou Shuning nodded heavily.

She looked at the empty yard and asked, "Where are Uncle and Aunt Song?"

"My adoptive mother cried and fainted in the alchemy room, and my adoptive father was taking care of her. Senior brother said he should go out for a walk, so I wanted to come over and take a look."

"Auntie, are you okay?" Zhou Shuning paused.Jiang Qingyu: "It's okay, it's just that she was too sad. I've been holding it in for a long time. I saw her cry several times and she couldn't even cry."

"Yeah." Zhou Shuning responded in a low voice.

Seeing her look like this, Jiang Qingyu was really afraid that she would fall down in front of him, so he twisted the corner of his mouth and asked, "Do you like him?"

Zhou Shuning was stunned and did not react.

Jiang Qingyu repeated the sentence, replacing 'him' with Song Shu, "Do you like Song Shu?"

Just when Jiang Qingyu thought that Zhou Shuning would say something sarcastic, this girl actually admitted it carelessly!
She said: "Yeah, I like him."

"Like it for a long time."

As if she didn't think it was enough, she added another sentence: "A long, long time!"

Jiang Qingyu: (ω｀)
He was forcefully stuffed with dog food, but when he saw the faint smile on Zhou Shuning's lips, he turned off the fire instantly.

Alas, you have to eat the food, and you have to choose the topics...

Seeing Jiang Qingyu's different expression, Zhou Shuning smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."

"Ashu always says that I'm not strong enough and that I'm a crybaby, but he forgets that I'm a medical practitioner. What kind of scenes have I never seen before?"

"When I went to Qingling Valley to work with the Qingxiao Sect for training, I encountered a nest of evil cultivators, and batch after batch of fellow disciples, fellow Taoists, enemies, and ordinary people who were unable to restrain a chicken died."

"My fellow disciples and I walked among the dead. The bloody scenes shocked my world view. The intestines, internal organs, and blood were sprinkled on the ground. I stepped on it, filling the mouths and wounds of the living with silver needles in one hand and elixir in the other."

"In that battle, there were heavy casualties. Most of the Qingxiao Sect's people were broken off. Some of the survivors were missing legs and some had broken hands. We, the medical cultivators, were protected behind us, so we could only fight desperately to fight for people from the King of Hell. "

"That was the first time I went to war in my life, not the last."

"So, little fish, I'm not fragile."

"I'm very calm now. I'm calm enough to go to the alchemy room to make alchemy. Don't worry."

Zhou Shuning spoke slowly, while Jiang Qingyu listened quietly.

These are things she has never experienced before. Whether in modern times or now, she has never experienced the scenes described by Zhou Shuning.

She was silent for a long time and said: "The past is in the past, now is the present."

The smile on Zhou Shuning's lips froze, and her eyes shone with tears.

She wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. She could only let tears slide down her cheeks and hit the ground, like raindrops, scattered in the dust.

She sobbed: "But, even though I tried hard to keep them, they still passed away like smoke. Ashu... I really don't dare to think about it... Xiaoyu, I was wrong, I am not strong at all..."

She has seen bloody scenes, and as a doctor, she understands both the tenacity and fragility of life.

They can be weeds that cannot be burned to death, but will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

It can also be a delicate flower that breaks easily, and is completely gone by accident.

Her boy had persisted for 18 years. She knew his pain, but she could do nothing but comfort him. Everything was so powerless.

She regarded Song Shu as a delicate flower like a weed, tough but easily broken.

Therefore, she took care of him in every possible way, until the moment when she was separated from him by the door!
She suddenly realized that she could not be by his side all the time, such as in the dead of night, or now.

Seeing that she finally cried, Jiang Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Shuning, like Song's mother, has always been depressed. She is always warning herself to be strong, so she is always tense mentally and physically.

His acting skills were so good that he almost managed to hide it from her.

What Song Shu said was absolutely correct. Zhou Shuning was fragile, but she and herself were wrapped in a strong shell. Outsiders couldn't tell, so they thought she was strong.