The world's medical concubine wants to divorce

Chapter 68 Refusing to Admit
Zhuge Ming stared at her, "No, I checked the wound for you back then. You only had an injury on your leg and no other injuries. Your pulse condition showed that you have no other hidden diseases. If you didn't have a needle test, you wouldn't be able to get it." die."

Wen Yi shook her head, and asked in a deep voice: "Three years ago, you already knew that I was not Yang Luoyi, right?"

Zhuge Ming was silent for a while, and said: "It was after your death that I was completely sure that you were not Luo Yi." He told her what happened after her death, even the national teacher said that she was a woman from another world.

Wen Yi was surprised, "You mean, even the emperor and queen know that I'm not Luo Yi?"

"That's right!" Zhuge Ming said, "When Luo Yi died, you went to say goodbye to your parents. You probably didn't know about it. If it wasn't for her saying goodbye, we might not know about your resurrection with the dead body, and then invite the national teacher Go check it out."

Wen Yi's face turned pale. She never thought that people in this world would be so tolerant to her. She always thought that if people found out that she had resurrected from a dead body, she would end up being burned to death in the end.Come to think of it, it is not the ancients who are ignorant, but the self-righteous modern people.

Wen Yi didn't know how to explain to him what happened back then because her soul and body didn't match. She was very confused. What was so simple back then was made so complicated by her.Back then, if she had no intention of being interested in him, maybe the ending would have been different.

She looked up at Zhuge Ming, "Go and rest first, I'll just watch over him here."

Zhuge Ming got up and looked back at Song Yunqian, his back was facing Wen Yi, so Wen Yi didn't see the guilt and pain in his eyes.

After Zhuge Ming left, Wen Yi sat in front of Song Yunqian's bed. She felt that she had done a lot of things, and came back to hide her identity, thinking that she could fool everyone. Who knew that one month would not be enough, and everyone would know her identity.

"I'm sorry for making your life so miserable these three years." She choked up for a long time and wanted to say a lot to him, but found that the only thing she could say was sorry.

She held his hand and felt a little more at ease in her heart. He hadn't woken up yet, but fortunately his heart was shifted a little, so the dagger didn't hurt the heart. It was just that, it scared her out of her wits .

"Back then, I blamed my poor medical skills for making you think that I died because of saving you. But, I want to tell you that my death has nothing to do with you. You don't have to feel guilty, let alone make yourself like this Bitter. Do you know that seeing you like this really hurts my heart. "

She leaned down, leaned her head on his arm, and sighed softly, "It's been three years, and I haven't had a good time in these three years. I always think about your foot injury. I was not good at medicine that day. Yours Although the acupoints have been opened and you can walk again, it can only last for three years. Now, three years later, your blood is stagnant. I came back because I want to continue to heal your injuries. I chose." Wen Yi sighed quietly, and whispered in his ear.

She closed her eyes, yearning for the brief tenderness.

But he didn't know that while she was whispering, he had quietly opened his eyes, and there was a trace of sadness in the corner of his mouth.

She came back not because she still loved him in her heart, but because of his foot injury.

"Then, do you mean to say that if this king is well, you won't come back?" He suddenly spoke out, his voice was hollow, with a hint of hoarseness and weakness.

She raised her head suddenly and touched his painful and anxious eyes. She felt a pain in her heart, "Are you awake?"

Song Yunqian looked at the strange face in front of him, and said: "This king has been awake for a long time, and he woke up when you were talking to Zhuge, but this king has not thought of how to face you."

Wen Yi looked at him silently, seeing the strangeness and alienation in his eyes, she withdrew her hand, touched her face with some sarcasm, and said, "Can't you get used to this face? Don't say you can't get used to it , Even when I look in the mirror every day, I feel strange.” Probably the saddest thing in life is that I don’t even know myself.

Song Yunqian shook his head, "No, no matter what you become, in my heart, some things have never changed."

Wen Yi's heart was a little touched, she raised her head and looked at him with crystal clear eyes.

He stretched out his hand, covered her eyes, and moaned, "Don't look at me like this. If you have the intention to leave sooner or later, don't give me any hope, let alone make any promises to me." He remembered, When I was in Zhu's mansion, I saw her crying with Zhu Fangyuan, thinking that that person was the reason why she never came back.It is enough for her to live, and he doesn't force too much.Anyway, he's used to this kind of life, isn't he?In the past, he only asked her to sleep, so that he would know if she was well, but now that he knew, he could rest assured.

These words made Wen Yi's heart feel like the oppressive weather outside, making her unable to breathe.She didn't mean to leave, she just had to leave, if she could choose, why would she want to leave?

She turned her face away and subconsciously kept a certain distance from him.

His heart sank inch by inch. What he said just now was more or less tentative, but her alienation at the moment confirmed his guess that she came back simply to heal his wounds.Otherwise, she doesn't have to hide her identity.

"When I'm not around, take good care of yourself." She said cruelly. Although she knew that he would be very sad if she said this, she still stated her position and said the words first, so that he would not think about it in his heart, and told himself to stop idea.

Song Yunqian closed his eyes and said nothing.

Silence spread between the two of them. Outside the house, the bleak autumn wind passed by the branches, making a rustling sound, which seemed a bit cold in this silent night.

"Wen Yi!" He suddenly said, and opened his eyes to look at her.

Wen Yi replied in a low voice, "I'm here."

He didn't speak, but still slowly closed his eyes.

The night wind blew in from the window, bringing with it the killing atmosphere of late autumn, Wen Yi got up and wanted to close the window, but as soon as she stood up, Song Yunqian immediately opened his eyes to look at her, and asked in surprise, "You want to leave? "

Wen Yi was stunned for a moment, and then a heavy pain came over him. He didn't seem to care much, but he was so afraid of her leaving.She said softly, "I'll close the window."

His expression returned to normal, he hummed, but his eyes were fixed on her until she closed the window and came back to sit beside him again.

Wen Yi said: "I won't leave so soon, your foot needs to be treated for half a month, not in a day, and I also want to treat Ke'er."

"Ke'er?" Song Yunqian looked at her, "Are you sure?"

Wen Yi shook her head, "I don't know, in fact, I haven't seen her yet."

Song Yunqian said: "If she can be cured, it will be the best. This king owes her, causing her to lie on the sick bed for more than four years."

Wen Yi fixed her eyes and said: "I believe that Yang Luoyi is not the murderer."

Song Yunqian was unwilling to continue this topic, turned his face away, and stretched out his hand to press the wound.

Wen Yi thought that his wound was in pain, so she asked nervously: "Is the wound in pain?"

Song Yunqian shook his head, did not open his eyes, and said indifferently: "Whether my wound hurts or not, do you care?"

Wen Yi didn't expect him to say such a sentence suddenly, she was slightly taken aback, and asked softly, "Why don't I care?"

The corner of Song Yunqian's mouth curled into a sarcasm, "By the way, you and Zhu Fangyuan knew each other about three years ago, right?"

Wen Yi stretched out her hands to cover the quilt for him, and said softly, "I'll tell you everything you want to know, but the premise is that you should take good care of your wounds and don't think about it wildly."

Song Yunqian sneered, "I don't want to know anything." After that, don't overdo it, and keep silent.

Wen Yi knew that he was angry, and also knew why.Outsiders said that he had changed, but in her heart, in front of her, he was still that domineering and willful boy.

She sighed softly and stopped talking.

Hearing her sigh, he was actually very sad, but this sadness was replaced by a bitter and bitter taste.In the past three years, he has dreamed of such a day every day. He even thought about what he would give in exchange for her back. In the end, he found that even if he gave himself this life, He is also willing.

This day has come, but everything is different from before.

Looking forward to her return, but he wanted to fight her when she came back, and he hated himself a little bit.But he couldn't hold hands with her and look at her teary eyes, and he couldn't tell her the pain of these years of lovesickness because, before that, he already knew that she had a man, and that she actually had no affection for him.It was just because of the doctor's professional ethics that he came back to treat his illness.

Relatively speechless, silence is the most debilitating.

Wen Yi took out a harmonica from her bosom. This harmonica was brought by Zhu Fangyuan from modern times. Because it was carried with her, it could appear in this dynasty.

Sitting on the couch, she softly played the song "Misidentification". On such a bleak autumn night, such a sad sound of the piano, and such two people concentrating on sorrow, their eyes turned red at the same time.

After the song was over, Song Yunqian turned to look at her, and asked hoarsely, "What's the name of this song?"

"This song is called "Wrong Recognition"." Wen Yi replied.

"Do you have the lyrics? Sing it for me." He seemed to like the melody of this song very much.

Wen Yi was a little ashamed, "I sing, it's hard to hear."

"Your voice is so smooth, how can singing be unpleasant? You don't want to sing it for me, right?" His voice was condensed, drifting over from the bed.

Wen Yi sighed, "We finally met, why bother talking to me in such a tone?"

"For this king, this meeting may be difficult, but it is not for you. If you miss me even a little bit in your heart, you should have come back three years ago." roar.All the calmness and forbearance just now broke out at this moment.

In the past three years, he has been used to forbearance, but this woman can make all his disguises collapse.

She bowed her head and said nothing.He doesn't know many things, so why tell him?So what?The hardships that each other has suffered in the past three years have been endured, and there is no turning back.

"Thousands of misidentifications surprised me. When we meet and ask about the past, we should never answer. There is no limit to the snow. After many late autumn and cold winters, there is no way to calm down. Thinking hard about the cold moon, crying bitterly and not making a sound, your heart may be broken Listen, I can recognize you again today, how can I be alone and no one will recognize me, how many hardships and details I am willing to listen to my heart, why do you have more love, why do you bury it? You are so cruel that you have lost your love, and the tears in the corners of your eyes are so deep. Misidentification, misidentification with thousands of excuses, you can’t bear to recognize me anymore, and your mood is lightened? The hard work of parting is extremely painful, why is it so precious to reunite in troubled times? Feelings suddenly feel like a lack of embankment. , and will go through fire and water, I hope you will remember everything and admit that Frank is my wife..."

Wen Yi sang this Misidentification of the Emperor's Flower in a low voice. The tune was sad, and the lyrics were even more sad. Song Yunqian listened blankly, with sadness and pain all over his face like this.

(End of this chapter)