MTL - How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight-Chapter 750 Do not return, such as scattered flowers (35)

  Chapter 750 The Return of the Unruly, and the Flowers Are Scattered (35)

  Doctor Zhang read it for a while, and then wrote a prescription. He turned his head to look at the children who were in a hurry, like ants on a hot pot, and circling around the house.

   "This one from your family has a bad body and bones. The common cold for a normal person will be fatal to her. You go to get the medicine first, and it will be up to her if she can survive tonight."

  Doctor Zhang sighed and packed the medicine box.

  The child was expressionless, and asked faintly: "What does it mean to look at herself? Can you cure it?"

   If you were disrespectful like this, if you had a bad temper, you would have turned away long ago, but Dr. Zhang is a kind-hearted person, and he was not angry, but said patiently and calmly.

   "It's true that I can't cure this disease. It's fate. I'm a mortal, how can I rob someone from the King of Hell."

  Doctor Zhang shook his head and sighed, and left with the medicine box on his back.

   The rain outside is not only not small, but it is getting heavier and heavier, beating against the window, making people more and more anxious.

  Miao Hua touched Wen Xien's hot face and whispered in her ear, "Wen Xien."

   With his eyes closed, Wen Xien frowned, without any movement.

The cold compress on his forehead was also stained with temperature. Miao Hua changed it once. He carefully tucked the quilt to make sure there was no ventilation, so he took out some money from the box and took the prescription on the table. Miao Hua Glancing at Wen Xien one last time, he rushed into the rain without looking back.

   After buying the medicine, Miao Hua began to boil the medicine non-stop. The medicine smelled bitter. He first tasted the medicine to make sure that the prescription was correct, and then started feeding it after cooling it with a spoon.

   But the ignorant Wen Xien couldn't swallow it at all, and one-third of the medicine flowed out. Miao Hua was anxious, and in the end, he could only pass it by mouth to mouth.

Miao Huaxiu is ruthless and never knows what it is. He just feeds the medicine, and he sticks his lips to his lips in a well-behaved manner, just to get rid of the medicinal juice in his mouth. The superfluous movements, but a very wonderful feeling arises in my heart, bloated and indescribable.

Wen Xien's lips are thin, maybe because of his poor health, the color is light, originally showing coldness, but it is often bent, which dilutes the coldness and looks very soft, and when unconscious, there is a kind of torment Vulnerability.

   As long as she dragged her chin with her hand a little, and flicked her fingers against her lips, she would submissively open the gap between her lips a little, revealing her teeth, and her jaw line would appear clearer and more beautiful.

   In the posture of her neck being fed with medicine, she is extraordinarily gentle and obedient.

  Miao Huayi took care of him, feeding medicines and cold compresses on time, he stayed by the side, and never left for a moment except when necessary.

   At this time, he really realized Wen Xien's fragility. He thought that Wen Xien was just a little bad, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.

   Can just an ordinary wind chill knock her down?

   So how long does Wen Xien have to wait?

  Miao Hua looked at Wen Xien's pale and sick face, his eyes were dark, and the smell of medicine all over the room made him a little suffocated.

   opened some gaps in the window, and the depressing smell of medicine was taken away by the wind that slipped in. He only dared to open a few slits. Wen Xien was most afraid of the cold when the wind was cold.

  The rain stopped outside, and he could see the fresh leaves and the cheerful sparrows calling out through the cracks, as well as the gorgeous sunset.

  Miao Hua cooked a bowl of lean meat porridge and fed it carefully. After feeding, he wiped Wen Xien's hands and feet.

   He stayed by the side, changed towels after a while, and stayed up all night. It was almost dawn, but Wen Xien still didn't wake up.

  Miao Hua's already restless heart became more restless, and there was anxiety and depression between his brows, pursing his lips and staring at Wen Xien's face.

   touched Wen Xi'en's forehead, the temperature didn't drop at all, and there was no sign of anyone wanting to wake up.

  Miao Hua went to Doctor Zhang again. This was the first time he lowered his head and begged Doctor Zhang to save Wen Xien.

  Doctor Zhang sighed, and finally came with the medicine box.

   He took out silver needles of different sizes and fines, and applied them with an extremely serious look.

  Miao Hua was watching from the side, afraid to let out the air, for fear of disturbing Doctor Zhang.

  The sky was slightly bright, Miao Hua was standing beside him, and he went out to look when he heard the knock on the door of the courtyard.

   Guo Zhenfei's hair was messy, and his face was ugly.

   When he saw the scene inside the room, his tall body was stunned, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was tough and sharp, his eyes were deep, and he looked a bit hideous under the candlelight.

   Stepping lightly subconsciously, Guo Zhenfei looked at the silver needle stuck on Wen Xien's body, his thin lips pursed even tighter, "Doctor Zhang...Is it serious?"

The man's voice is very hoarse. He has been in good health since he was a child. He has hardly suffered any illness. Even if he catches the cold, he can sleep just fine. For him, the use of silver needles is usually a very serious disease. So I was so shocked to see it.

  Doctor Zhang didn't lift his head: "It's very serious. If I don't wake up today, I'm afraid I won't wake up later."

   Guo Zhenfei's expression changed, it seemed unbelievable, his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound, so he could only stand dumbfounded, his pupils dilated.

   The light in the room is very dim, so I lit several candles, the sun has not yet come out, the candles are flickering on and off, falling into an extremely strange silence.

Guo Zhenfei tried his best to suppress his frantic heartbeat, and walked cautiously to the bedside step by step. A thin figure was lying on his back quietly, the candle was lit, but it didn't get any warm light. There was only a pale white with silver light flashing on it and slender silver needles. The tail trembled slightly, and the pale skin was faintly rubbed with a rouge-like drunken red, and fine sweat beads oozing from the forehead and ears.

   She is still so beautiful, like a delicate peony flower, from peach blossoms to red, from graceful and strong to withered and scattered.

   Everywhere there is a thrilling despair.

   Beneath the golden cast jade carvings and Qionghua jade leaves, there is a splendid rotten flower fragrance.

   She is truly decaying and dying.

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  Miao Hua stood there like a shadow, and half of his face was melted into the shadow.

  Doctor Zhang sighed and carefully pulled out the silver needles one by one. He didn't stay here for a long time, and left with a sigh after a few words.

  Miao Hua covered Wen Xien with a quilt, sat on the small stool beside the bed and held her hand.

This hand seems to have always been cold in his memory, not only the hand, Wen Xien's whole body is cold, like a corpse, the five fingers are like green onions, the roots are slender, the skin is like white fat jade, without any strength It was soft in his palm.

   (end of this chapter)