The world's medical concubine wants to divorce

Chapter 67 Pain Together

It has been two days since the rain stopped.

As soon as Wen Yi returned to the hospital that day, Zhuge Ming said to her seriously: "You can come with me to the palace, Qian is not too good."

Wen Yi's heart was pounding, but she still pretended to be calm and asked Zhuge Ming, "Is his injury still not healed?"

Zhuge Ming shook his head, "No, his injury is almost healed, but his legs are a little numb and he can't use his strength."

Wen Yi knew that his blood was not running smoothly, she was silent for a moment, picked up the medicine box and said, "Let's go!"

Today is sunny, the sun is transparent and charming, the world has been cleaned, it is extremely fresh, and even the air has become pure.

Wen Yi entered Song Yunqian's room, and Song Yunqian was sitting on the grand teacher's chair. He had green stubble on his chin, his face was still a little pale, his eyes were sharp, and there was a trace of feminine indifference on his handsome face.

Seeing Wen Yi, he nodded slightly in greeting, "You're here!"

Wen Yi suddenly felt her throat choked up, and she hummed, "See you, my lord!"

"There's no need to be too polite!" He waved his hand, and the sharpness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch of impatience, "Come and show me how my feet are doing."

Wen Yi walked over and approached him, she stood in front of him, smelling his scent, as if in a lifetime.

Once, on such a sunny day, in this room, she brought him a wheelchair, and he hugged her and kissed her, so beautiful and lingering.

Tears were about to fall silently. She fought back the tears, squatted down, and rolled up his trousers, but just as she rolled up, her hands became stiff. How could his legs be as white and smooth as they were three years ago?Scars were covering his feet, so ferocious, so terrifying, so shocking.

"Wounded on the battlefield?" Her voice was actually choked up, but it was because she exhausted all her strength to suppress the fear and pain in her heart.

Song Yunqian said indifferently: "This king cut it off himself. These legs killed the woman I love the most!"

Wen Yi was stunned, a powerful sadness and anger came over her like mountains and seas, she stood up suddenly, raised her hand and slapped him in the face, tears rolled down from her eyes, and shouted at him like a lunatic: "Are you crazy?"

A trace of anger flashed across Song Yunqian's eyes, and he quickly raised his head to lock her with cold eyes. Seeing the tears and pain in her eyes, he was stunned, his face gradually became cautious, with a hint of hesitation. Expectations that you don't even realize.He didn't ask, but just looked at her quietly with his black eyes.

Wen Yi's chest seemed to be about to explode, she really wanted to pounce on him and beat him hard, with so many wounds, she couldn't imagine what kind of life he had these years.She opened her mouth, turned around abruptly, and ran out like flying.

The moment she turned around, she clearly saw Zhuge Ming's pale face.

She didn't care about so much anymore, she didn't care about being discovered about her identity, she couldn't face his wounds, couldn't face him treating herself in such a way.

Finally, she suddenly understood why he was so angry when he thought she was hurting herself that day.

Song Yunqian's face suddenly turned pale, he stood up, and quickly chased him out.

Although he couldn't exert much strength on his feet, he quickly caught up with Wen Yi by lifting his feet with internal force.

He grabbed Wen Yi's hand, turned her shoulders, met her tearful eyes, Wen Yi wiped her tears with her hands, and turned her face away from him.

Song Yunqian asked her with a hint of caution and panic, "What's your name?"

Wen Yi bit her lips and didn't say anything. The tears just wiped away, and then kept falling. She looked at the plate of gladiolus leaves under the corridor. Those leaves seemed to be wounds across Song Yunqian's legs, piercing her eyes aching.

He reached out to wipe away her tears, and asked tremblingly, "Can you tell me, what's your name?"

She suddenly raised her head to look at him, she didn't know whether it was from the cold or from distress, her whole body trembled slightly, even her teeth chattered, there was a kind of reckless light in her eyes, she opened her lips, and said resolutely: "My name is Wen Yi!"

It seemed that under the clear sky, a thunderclap suddenly sounded, piercing into Song Yunqian's brain so clearly and powerfully.He stared at her blankly. In his memory, a woman smiled and said, "My name is Wen Yi!"

The woman's appearance is engraved in his heart, but what is deeper than this appearance is the words she said.

"Are you Wen Yi?" He asked her blankly, "Your name is Wen Yi? Or are you Wen Yi?" His heart seemed to jump out, and he felt his head go blank, as if there was a glimmer of happiness in front of him, which he could hold in his hand. In his hand, however, he was afraid to stretch out his hand to grab this trace of happiness, and in the end, that happiness would turn into a knife, stabbing him bloody and bloody.

Trembling, he touched his waist, where an extremely sharp dagger was hanging. He took off the dagger, then bent down and swiped at his leg suddenly. The blood overflowed like this, staining his jade-white pants red.

He moved so quickly that the people around him were unprepared, and by the time they reacted, the blood had already gushed out.

Wen Yi covered her mouth and took a step back, her terrified eyes filled with tears.

There was a voice next to her ear, it was Zhuge Ming's voice, he said: "Whenever his heart hurts unbearably, he will do this."

Wen Yi shook her head, closed her eyes, then opened them suddenly, shook her head again, and said in pain, "I'm not Wen Yi, I'm not Wen Yi..." She felt a fishy sweetness in her throat, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, followed by the eyes in front of her eyes. As soon as it got dark, she slipped quietly.

"Ah..." Song Yunqian watched her vomit blood and fainted, and suddenly yelled out in horror, as if the scene three years ago happened again before his eyes, he couldn't accept it, couldn't accept Wen Yi dying in front of him again , that kind of pain, he doesn't want to bear it again.

He stabbed the dagger deeply into his chest, and he knew that only once it hurts, it won't hurt again in the future.

Wen Yi came to her senses amidst his screams. She opened her eyes, and what she saw was a scene that broke her heart and soul. She didn't know that the scene of her death in his arms three years ago had already become his heartbreak. The nightmare, the pain that he dare not touch in this life.

Her whole body was cold, her mind went blank, and her heart ached so badly that she couldn't breathe.

She didn't know how to get back to Zhiyi Pavilion, she only knew that someone was supporting her, and she followed the person who was carrying Song Yunqian step by step, at a loss, as if all the strength in her body had been pulled away, her feet were like stepping on cotton Every step, a puddle of blood is printed on the cotton wool.

In the end, she was rescued. She sat in front of the bed in a daze, and someone spoke in her ear, but she ignored it, and only looked at the person on the bed with such painful eyes.

For a long, long time, when her eyes went dark, she didn't know anything.

She had a terrible dream. In the dream, she saw Song Yunqian was covered in blood, looking at her with such bewildered eyes. Then, he suddenly picked up a dagger and stabbed her in the heart, and the blood sprayed on her face. On the ground, the warm and sticky breath made her almost suffocate, and she felt that she couldn't breathe.

Someone kept calling in her ear, "Princess, princess..."

She opened her eyes suddenly, and what caught her eyes was Mammy's eyes filled with sadness and joy.

The scene in the courtyard of Zhiyi Pavilion was witnessed by all the servants of Zhiyi Pavilion. Both Nanny and Xiaoju knew that the prince once named the princess Wen Yi.So, when she said her name was Wen Yi, Mammy and the others were shocked.

Only the two of them knew Wen Yi's name, not even Xiao Qing.So, now there are only Nanny and Xiaoju in the room.

Wen Yi sat up abruptly, grabbed Mammy's hand, and asked anxiously, "How is the prince?"

Mammy comforted softly, "Princess don't worry, the prince is fine, Doctor Zhuge said he has passed the critical period."

Wen Yi got off the bed and put on her shoes, "I'm going to see him!"

Mammy suddenly grabbed her hand and cried: "Princess, it's good that you come back. In the past three years, Mama's eyes were almost blinded by crying!"

Wen Yi's heart softened suddenly. She looked at the nanny's gray hair and wrinkled eyes, and felt extremely uncomfortable. Xiao Ju also stepped forward, hugged Wen Yi and burst into tears, crying, "Xiao Ju is not afraid, Regardless of whether the princess is a ghost or a human, Xiaoju is not afraid, as long as the princess comes back."

Wen Yi hugged Xiao Ju, and said: "Don't cry, since you're happy that I'm back, you should smile for me, don't cry."

This sentence is equivalent to her admitting it.Seeing that Mammy still wanted to ask, she said, "I'll tell you about it later, but now I want to go and see him first."

The nanny understood, and said, "Okay, then I will accompany the Princess."

Wen Yi looked up at her, and said, "Nurse, you still don't want to call me Princess, people outside think I'm dead, and calling me like that will scare them."

There were tears in the mother's smile, and said: "Look at how confused I am, okay, okay, if you don't call me the Princess, you can call me Miss."

Wen Yi hummed, and hurried out without waiting for Mammy.

She is familiar with Zhiyi Pavilion, and it hasn't changed at all from three years ago. She lived in the west wing just now, and it is only 3 minutes away from the main room of Zhiyi Pavilion where Song Yunqian lives.

What happened in Zhiyi Pavilion today is unknown to outsiders except for a few people in Zhiyi Pavilion who saw it.Zhuge Ming ordered the news to be blocked, so even the imperial doctor didn't know that Song Yunqian was injured again, and Concubine Rou naturally didn't know either.

Zhuge Ming was sitting next to the Eight Immortals table in the room, holding a cup of hot water in his hand, turning the cup with both hands, looking a little restless.

Seeing Wen Yi coming in, he looked at Wen Yi, his eyes paused for a moment, and then slowly said: "You're here!"

Wen Yi nodded, and looked at Song Yunqian on the bed. He hadn't woken up yet, his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, his eyes were tightly closed, his brows were slightly furrowed, and the stubble on his chin was more obvious."How is he?" she asked.

Zhuge Ming said: "It's the same as before, it will get better."

Wen Yi sat on the stool next to the Eight Immortals' table, looked at Zhuge Ming, she knew that she could no longer hide her identity in front of Zhuge Ming, so she stopped saying those ambiguous words and asked, "He has spent the past three years Is it very painful?"

Zhuge Ming looked at her, with a trace of sarcasm on his elegant face, "Bitter? He said a word, his heart was wiped out with you when you died. How can a person without a heart feel bitter?"

With a miserable look on Wen Yi's face, she murmured: "I never thought he would live like this."

Zhuge Ming suddenly became angry, "At the beginning, you shouldn't have hurt yourself to save him. You died to save him. Do you think he can still live like a normal person?"

Wen Yi was stunned, her face slowly became serious, and she said: "Even if I don't use my body to test the needle, I will die, I didn't die to save him." She and Yang Luoyi's bodies couldn't match, Death is a matter of time.However, Song Yunqian thought that she died entirely because of saving him, and because of this, he would feel so painful and guilty for the past three years.

(End of this chapter)