Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

"Ah!"

Two women who had been out of the situation suddenly reacted.

Mrs. Liang smiled and apologized. "Blame me, blame me. Just tell Mrs. Shao that everything has forgotten you. Wait a minute? Don't worry. I'll call someone in for you now!"

He immediately stood up and winked at Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing immediately understood it. Holding her clothes and gauze, she quickly followed Mrs. Liang and left together.

The door opened with a squeak.

"Lord -" Mrs. Liang was smiling. She looked up at the man's face and was surprised. Her heart could not help trembling, "are you... All right?"

Dongjinlin's face was white and almost the same as white paper. Although such skin made his facial features more clear and sharp, like ink painting, it still worried people. It seemed that he was almost lifeless.

Zhou Qing, who came out behind Mrs. Liang, looked up and looked the same as Mrs. Liang.

Dongjinlin shook his head, looked over them and looked inside.

In fact, standing in this position, you can't see anything at all.

"Is she... Okay?" he asked.

The voice is very low and depressed.

It's like being pressed down your throat by some heavy emotion.

Mrs. Liang hesitated and nodded, "I'm awake... Go in and have a look..."

Dongjinlin immediately avoided a step, "I won't go in. I know she's awake... It's good."

"..." Mrs. Liang said, completely unable to understand the way young people get along now, "but she asked me to ask you to go in. Are you really not going in?"

Dongjinlin looked slightly moved.

Mrs. Liang turned her head and shouted inside, "the Lord has come in!"

Dongjinlin was surprised, "wait! I --"

Mrs. Liang pulled up Zhou Qing and ran away without giving dongjinlin a chance to speak.

Dongjinlin looked at the two men running away, looked inside again, and hesitated to pestle at the door.

It's not going in, it's not going in.

Just then, Luo Yunran's voice came from inside, "is there anyone? I'm a little thirsty."

There is really no one left in this place. There is only dongjinlin.

Although there was still a lot of entanglement in his heart and sighed, dongjinlin bowed his head and walked in.

When he went in, he didn't look at anything.

As soon as I saw the teapot, I went to pour water.

Then put the cup on the bedside table.

Luo Yunran looked at his every move all the way. When he saw that he had finished delivering water, he wanted to run away. He glared discontentedly, "I'm the one who should be angry? Why did you lose your temper first?"

Dongjinlin suddenly settled there, holding his hands unconsciously.

"Hmm?" Luo Yunran didn't get a response. She tilted her head and leaned under Dong Jinlin's line of sight.

Startled by the sudden emergence of a head, empress Dongjin Lincang retreated.

"Bang Dang" hit the bedside table and knocked over the glass of water he had just poured. He was anxious to save it, but he didn't have time.

He was thrown all over, and the cup fell to the ground and smashed.

Dongjinlin closed his eyes in chagrin.

The corner of his clothes was pulled. Luo Yunran asked with concern, "are you okay? Why does your face look worse than me?"

Dongjinlin didn't know what to say. Things were in a mess.

The more he tried to pretend that nothing had happened, the more unnatural he was.

The light at the end of his eyes drifted unnaturally. He suddenly caught a glimpse of Luo Yunran. As soon as he lifted the quilt, he was about to go down to the ground.

Dongjinlin was surprised, "what are you doing!"

The body had rushed out before his reason and pressed Luo Yunran there.

Luo Yun's eyebrows wrinkled unnaturally.

Dongjinlin let go in panic. "I hurt you? Doctor, I'll go to see the doctor right away!"

"OK," Luo Yunran held his hand and touched the temperature of his fingers. Dongjinlin's fingertips were frighteningly cold. "I'm fine. I just hurt a little. It's you. Why are your hands so cold? Sit down and I'll show you carefully."

Dongjinlin was subconsciously about to retreat.

Being dyed by Luo Yun, he stared there and dared not move.

He stood there stiff, his eyes falling involuntarily.

Luo Yunran changed the blood stained Chinese tunic. Now the Chinese tunic is clean. In order to facilitate the dressing change, it is only loosely sleeved on his body.

Dongjinlin could almost see the snow-white gauze inside from the neckline.

As soon as he saw the gauze, he wanted to stab himself in the chest!

"Your pulse is so chaotic. What's the matter? Did you suffer any internal injury?" Luo Yun looked up at Shangdong Jinlin and stared at himself with deeply annoyed eyes after he had diagnosed his pulse.

Luo Yunran understood after a little thought.

He waved in front of him carelessly, "come back, I haven't done anything, but it looks scary. You don't have to look like I'm dead, okay? It's unlucky."

Dongjinlin was surprised and immediately patted his face. He pulled up a little thin lips unnaturally, "is this better?"

Looking at the way he asked, Luo Yunran really didn't know whether it was helpless or funny.

"You'd better be normal. It looks like facial muscle weakness."

Dongjinlin was a little confused, "what weakness?"

"Cough!" Luo Yunran patted the next bed, "nothing. Sit down. I have something to ask you."

Dongjinlin carefully glanced at her, then carefully rubbed a bit of the edge of the bed and sat down like walking on thin ice.

Luo Yunran rubbed his face hard and doubted, "am I so terrible now? Are you so afraid of me?"

"I'm afraid," replied Dong Jinlin.

Luo Yunran immediately took a mouthful of blood and stuck it in his chest. Before he could vent, he saw that dongjinlin dropped his shadow like eyelashes and looked dark, "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Luo Yun was stunned and said, "..."

He put his hand on the back of dongjinlin's hand and warmed his cold hand with his own body temperature. "I'm not as weak as you think."

Dongjinlin raised his head and his eyes were shining.

"But you must first tell me why you stabbed me? Otherwise I would have been wronged."

"I......" dongjinlin lowered his head again, and the whole person was nervous. "If I told you... I don't remember anything, would you believe it?"

Luo Yunran, "..."

Dongjinlin didn't hear any answer, and the bottom of his heart was dead gray.

He himself knows that. Few normal people will believe it.

I just feel that I won't find a decent excuse.

It's too disrespectful. It's obviously a deliberate ridicule.

"Believe it or not, I really don't remember that I hurt you. When I woke up, I knew that you were rescued from the fire with me, and you were seriously injured and put a knife in your chest..." Dong Jinlin's hand trembled uncontrollably, as if he was holding the dagger now.