The medical concubine soars to the sky: the lord lightly pets

Chapter 449 Fu Canyang ([-])

The Fu family mansion in Jinling has never been so flustered.

In the Hall of Joy, the masters and young masters of the Fu family gathered together, their brows were full of worry, their eyes were full of anxiety, and their eyes were cast into the inner hall.

On the bed, lay a bloody man, his body was covered with messy welts, and his face, neck, limbs and even his entire body were bruised.

In particular, there were several welts running across the originally fair and handsome face, which tore the skin and leaked blood. Some ice particles can be seen vaguely on the whip marks, penetrating into the skin, stimulating the nerves of the body as if in an ice cellar, bone-piercing cold, bone-piercing... cold.

"Whether it can be saved or not, you should give me a quick word!" Fu Qinglong's face was full of anger, and he shouted at the "skull head" who shook his head repeatedly and frowned.

The old ghost doctor put his hands in his hands, stared at him sadly, sat down on the bed and said, "You are also a doctor, can't you see the severity of his injuries? The whip wounds alone have left him completely shattered, what's more What's more, the whip was covered with ice, and the whip wound penetrated deep into the bone marrow. It was a double torture. It is already a fate for him to survive until now. If he didn't have your Fu family's Qiankun mental method to protect his body, he would have died a long time ago."

"Don't talk nonsense to me. We invited you here not to make you frustrated. Isn't your old ghost known as the 'No. I don’t want the signboard anymore!” Fu Qinglong threatened.

"You..." The old ghost was so angry that Fu Qinglong was so angry that he blinked his skull-headed eyes and said to Fu Qilin who had been standing silently by his side: "Qilin, you know my rules. I made an oath that I would never step out of the medicine hut, and the reason why I broke this oath and came all the way from Jingguo to Jinling to save people is entirely because of the fact that you saved my life."

"I know." Fu Qilin said in a calm voice: "Brother She is reckless, senior old ghost doesn't need to be as knowledgeable as him. Is my apprentice really hopeless?"

Fu Qilin has no time to teach his younger brother a lesson. All his thoughts are on Fu Canyang. Fu Canyang is already on the verge of death. His medical skills are as good as a green dragon in snow, and he can't heal his wound. The old ghost doctor is the last hope. If he also said that there is nothing he can do, then it is true that there is no cure.

The old ghost doctor sighed, "It's not that I can't be saved, it's just..."

The eyes of everyone in the audience widened immediately, Fu Qinglong excitedly stepped forward and grabbed his arm, looked at his terrifying "skull-like" face, and asked eagerly, regardless of nausea: "What did you just say? It can be saved, right? Is there any way, hey, don’t be fooled, just say it!”

The old ghost doctor looked at Fu Canyang who was still trembling, and said: "Actually, if he dies like this, it may be a kind of relief for him. Death is always much easier than life. Now, he is already in the He is hovering before the gate of hell, if you insist on dragging him back, you will definitely experience the pain of purgatory, the pain of cutting bones and flesh, are you really willing to let him bear it?"

Fu Qinglong let go of his arm, his face was full of stiffness, "Bone cutting? Flesh removal? Do you have to go this far?"

The old ghost doctor sighed: "There are too many injuries on his body, and they are too serious. His skin has begun to fester, and there are still a few serious ones, which require skin grafting. And his face also needs a huge adjustment. It is very likely that after the skin grafting, he will become unrecognizable. Believe me, I have used knives on many people's faces. After they woke up, they saw their unrecognizable face, and the grief and entanglement in their hearts were very painful. Outsiders can understand it. It is best for you to ask his opinion."

The Fu family looked at each other, and they were all silent. No one wanted to change themselves into someone else's appearance, not to mention, if they turned out to be ugly after the skin grafting, the psychological gap would be even more frustrating. People can't stand it.

"Senior ghost doctor, if my junior brother really has a face graft, will he look ugly?" Fu Yuyang stepped forward and asked.

Fu Qilin glared at his apprentice, "What question are you asking? Is this the point?"

Fu Yuyang saw the master's stern words, he couldn't help taking a step back in fright, and immediately dared not speak.

There was a smile on the face of the old ghost "Skull", "Of course this is the point. For handsome guys, their faces are all they need to live and work. They can allow themselves to die handsomely, but they must not tolerate living ugly. Don't worry, my old ghost doctor's plastic surgery is not in vain, even if it's a real skin graft, I will definitely choose the best-looking one for him, to ensure that his face will be more handsome than before after the treatment."

Everyone was silent for a while, and a weak voice came from the bed, "Master...let him cure...I want to live...live."

The eyes of the sixth young master of the Fu family were all wet. Seeing the youngest brother tortured in purgatory, they could not help at all. This sense of powerlessness made them feel extremely frustrated. How hopeful they are now lying here People are themselves, not the setting sun.

"Alas..." Fu Qilin sighed deeply, turned his back, and said loudly: "Cure it."

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One month later

When Fu Qilin stepped into the room, he saw that Fu Canyang was sitting by the French window with his knees hugged. He was only wearing a pale white singlet, which was very thin, making his already frail body even thinner. The side face is even more perfect than before, the peach blossom-like curve outlines the chin, with sharp edges and corners.

He raised his head slightly, looking at the sunset in the sky, his expression was dignified and thoughtful, giving people an extremely distant feeling, as if he was isolated from the world.

Originally, Fu Canyang was a lonely child, but now, after going through the gates of hell and experiencing many hardships, he has become even more withdrawn.

"The setting sun..." Fu Qilin couldn't bear to look at it like this any longer, and stepped into the room with long legs, embarrassingly evoking his name.

Hearing the voice, Fu Canyang turned his head, a light smile appeared on his jade-like face, as if the sadness just now was just his illusion, Fu Canyang got down from the window sill and stood up straight He bowed his knees again, "Master."

Fu Qilin hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, took the cloak that was on the side and put it on his back, and lightly said: "I'm not in good shape yet, why don't you take care of yourself so much, and don't know how to wear it thicker."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Canyang's throat itched, he couldn't help coughing lightly, and in exchange for Fu Qilin's eyes full of reproach, Fu Canyang smiled embarrassingly, and said softly: "I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it in the future." .”

"What were you thinking just now?" Fu Qilin gently helped him sit down on the bed and asked.

Fu Canyang smiled warmly: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking, Master named me 'Setting Sun' back then, it was really a mistake. Now I'm like a setting sun in the sky, and there are only a few stars around."

(End of this chapter)