Chapter 80:
This genius doctor is quite strange, neither telling them their names nor asking for money.
I didn't even agree to Jin Bao's request to ask Jin Yiwei to send him off.
“When I say seclusion, I mean seclusion,” he said. "This time, I've made you a fool. All of you are lucky. If you go back to the old man and move, can you really be sent to the land?"
After he finished speaking, he took the wine and left.
Sending him off, Jun Huailang rushed to the bed immediately.
Xue Yan was injured on the back, lying on the bed quietly at this time.
He was not wearing a shirt, the quilt only covered his waist. The gauze was wrapped from under his arm to his waist and abdomen. It was white and clean, and it outlined his tight muscles. From a distance, it seemed that he was not injured at all.
Jun Huailang slowly sat down beside the bed.
Xue Yan's pair of strong arms were directly exposed. Jun Huailang watched him quietly for a moment, and then, in a ghostly way, held Xue Yan's wrist.
The gentle pulse passed through the skin and flesh to Jun Huailang's finger pulp.
He held Xue Yan's wrist for a long time, and then it seemed that he had finally recovered, and his face finally had an expression.
His eyes quickly flushed red, and then tears welled up, blurring his vision.
Jun Huailang hurriedly raised his hand and wiped away the tears that hadn't shed.
It was only at this point that he gradually felt alive.
The gentle and powerful pulse finally pulled him out of the ice cave where he fell.
Xue Yan is fine, he will not die.
This cognition made Jun Huailang's nerves numb for a long time, and finally had a sense.
He sat there and looked at Xue Yan for a moment.
And he held the hand of Xue Yan's wrist, and unknowingly, grasped the other's palm.
Rough and warm, not as cold as before.
Just then, Jinbao knocked on the door.
"His Royal Highness," he said. "The Duke of Yongning and the prefect are here."
Jun Huailang suddenly recovered and let go of Xue Yan's hand.
Jinbao opened the door.
Outside are his father and Shen Zhifu, as well as a group of local officials in Yangzhou. There was a young man standing beside him, it was Shen Liufeng.
Those officials did not dare to come in to disturb them, they just stood at the door. Jinbao turned sideways, and only Duke Yongning and Shen Zhifu walked in.
There was a limping wind behind her.
"It really caused a lot of trouble for the prince and the prince!" As soon as he came in, Shen Zhifu said with a heartache. Even if he is as slick and sophisticated as he is, he can't say anything at the moment, he just pulls over Shen Liufeng and says. "Xiaguan deliberately brought my incompetent nephew here to apologize to Jing!"
If something really happened today, no matter whether it was Xue Yan or Jun Huailang, he couldn't afford it.
Especially Xue Yan.
Don't say anything terrible happened, if Xue Yan didn't come back this time, even if he broke a finger, he would be to blame.
This is the most favored prince in the Holy Spirit today.
Jun Huailang finally regained some normalcy, but her eyes were still red.
"It's okay, this is not what Liu Feng expected." He forced a smile, and then his eyes fell on Shen Liufeng.
"Liufeng is..." He looked at Shen Liufeng's legs.
Shen Liufeng showed a look of shame on her face: "It's nothing serious, it's just when I went to see the genius doctor... the mountain road was slippery, and I fell off my horse. The genius doctor has seen it just now, and he said it's no big deal, just let me I don't run around like this, just stay at home for a few more days."
Jun Huailang nodded.
"Is your lord okay?" Duke Yongning asked.
Jun Huailang said: "The magician said, there is nothing serious, just wait for the prince to wake up."
Yongning nodded.
Jun Huailang nodded.
"The genius doctor said, when will the lord wake up?" Shen Zhifu hurriedly asked.
Jun Huailang shook his head: "I don't know yet. Don't worry, my lord, I'm here to guard the prince and wait for him to wake up."
Yongning Gong nodded approvingly.
Jun Huailang saw the meaning in his expression, what he meant was that if he did the right thing, he should repay his gratitude like this.
Jun Huailang lowered his eyes.
He couldn't say, his thoughts at this time had nothing to do with gratitude.
He just wanted to guard each other and watch him wake up, that's all.
—
Candles were lit in the room.
Because Xue Yan needed recuperation, the officials did not stay for too long, so they left and returned to the yamen.
Only Jun Huailang and a few servants were left in the room.
Jinbao has no luck at the moment, so he left two more people to serve. He directed the group of people to serve tea to Jun Huailang, and then went to arrange meals.
It was already midnight, and Jun Huailang went out early in the morning without eating anything.
But when the food was brought up, he knew that he took a few mouthfuls, so he asked people to withdraw it.
Jinbao can vaguely sense that if the master doesn't wake up for a few days, His Royal Highness probably won't be able to eat for a few days.
So he didn't persuade him much, and when it was night, he added tea and lights for him, and then led a few servants back out.
When the door was closed, Jinbao glanced in.
Wait a minute, Jun Huailang sat quietly beside the bed, her black hair was loose, her body was like a jade tree, and the silhouette alone was as pleasing to the eye as a painting.
Several people stood not far away.
The little servant who had been serving him for a day boldly asked Jinbao, "Father Jin, what were you laughing at just now?"
Jinbao squinted: "When did I smile?"
Another servant followed: "Just now, when you closed the door."
Jin Bao paused and gave them a sideways look: "Don't ask if you shouldn't."
These guys are very stupid, they don't even know when to add tea, and they still try to understand the doorway?
The master of his family rushed all the way from Chang'an to Jinling, and then to Yangzhou. Isn't it all for that one person?
Just like this, I didn't dare to touch a finger to that master, and I was full of love in my stomach. The whole world, even the emperor, where can such treatment be?
But that master is a **** in the sky.
It is good for his own master, but he is equally good to everyone, and everyone has a heart of compassion.
He always stands in the sky, looking down at the people below.
For ordinary people like Jin Baolai, this person is naturally one of the best and the best, but it is different for his master.
He has to like people, like a person standing on a high place and out of reach.
How dare mortals like gods?
Therefore, Jinbao sometimes feels pity for his daring master.
But today is different.
Although his master was terribly injured and walked into the gate of hell, Jinbao saw that the immortal fairy was pulled down from the altar by his master.
His eyes were no longer filled with compassion through a veil.
He began to cry for mortals.
—
Jun Huailang sat beside the bed.
Jinbao was afraid that he would be bored, so he kept a few books by his hand.
But he couldn't read a word. He didn't move the book when he put it there, the tea in hand was cold and continued, and he didn't even touch his lips.
He sat quietly beside Xue Yan's bed.
The time was so slow, but Jun Huailang didn't notice it. He only looked at the side face of the knife and axe, and was silently fascinated.
The wick was burning slowly, and unknowingly, a long ash was left in the lamp.
At this moment, Jun Huailang heard a slight noise on the bed.
He looked quickly and saw Xue Yan frowned on the bed, and snorted uncomfortably.
Immediately after, he was about to roll over.
Jun Huailang quickly raised his hand and pressed his exposed shoulder.
The palm is a vigorous and firm muscle.
"Your Highness, don't turn over!" He said hastily.
He hadn't drank water for a long time, and his voice was so hoarse that even Jun Huailang didn't notice it.
Seeing that Xue Yan, who was about to turn over, was pushed back by him, he frowned and opened his eyes.
"What do you call me again?" His voice was low and a little out of breath.
Jun Huailang smiled involuntarily with red eyes.
"Xue Yan, you're finally awake!" As he said, he was about to pick up the teacup beside him.
He still remembered Jinbao's previous entrustment, so he stood up: "I'll go to Jinbao and bring you the medicine on the stove."
The genius doctor said before that when Xue Yan wakes up, he will take medicine according to the prescription, three times a day, and one is indispensable.
He turned around and took two steps when he heard Xue Yan on the couch say, "Come back."
Jun Huailang stopped and turned around.
Seeing Xue Yan propped up slightly, looked up at him.
He was born beautiful, with the depth and delicacy unique to people from the Western Regions. At this time, his black hair was loose, and his face was a little pale due to the injury, and his expression was also lazy. Those amber eyes gleamed under the lamp, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face.
With his movements, the muscles of his shoulders and arms became more and more distinct, with smooth strength, like a lazy cheetah.
"Come here," he said.
Jun Huailang walked back to the bed as if he had been bewitched by something.
Then, Xue Yan raised his hand, grabbed his wrist, dragged him, made him crouch down, and looked at him.
"Let me see, are you injured?" Xue Yan said.
Jun Huailang shook his head.
Xue Yan looked him up and down with a smile on his face.
"That's good." He had a smile on his face, his voice was hoarse and lazy, and he was inherently sexy.
Jun Huailang's ears were a little hot for no reason.
"What time is it?" Xue Yan asked again.
Jun Huailang said: "There is still an hour before the sun rises."
Xue Yan hummed: "Have you eaten yet?"
Jun Huailang nodded again.
Xue Yan looked up at him. Because he was lying on the bed and his eyes were lowered, when he raised his eyes, his eyebrows were raised together.
His eyes fell on Jun Huailang's chapped lips.
“Lying,” he said. "As for the treasurer, let him prepare meals, and I'll watch you eat."
Jun Huailang lowered his eyes shyly.
“…not hungry either.”
Xue Yan said: "Then I'm hungry, you eat with me."
Jun Huailang hummed, and was about to get up.
At this moment, Xue Yan raised his hand, pressed the back of his neck, and pressed him back again.
He moved a little awkwardly, as if he was half-holding Jun Huailang into his arms.
"... so what?" Jun Huailang was a little stiff.
Seeing Xue Yan staring at him and laughing, his eyes shone brightly, and an inconspicuous pear vortex floated on his lips.
"When did you put it on?"
His hand moved down, and gently picked up the wolf tooth that Jun Huailang forgot to put away and was hanging on the front of his shirt.
"It's nice."
Xue Yan's voice was hoarse and full of laughter.