At nightfall.
Li Hui's eyes were red, and he punched the table with his fist, staring straight at Li Ang behind the table, "Didn't I say that the cure rate of streptomycin is 90%?!"
"I have no idea."
Li Ang was silent for a long time and said: "Maybe it's because of the heart disease she has now, or maybe the herbs she took when she was a child conflicted with streptomycin."
Li Hui said hoarsely: "You are the best doctor in the world, how could you not know?"
"Doctors are not gods."
Li Ang raised his head suddenly and spoke word by word.
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Li Hui gritted her teeth, calmed her breathing, and said slowly: "I informed Aye Aniang about the situation here, and the palace envoy will come to take her back to Chang'an later."
Li Ang stood up silently, pushed out the door, walked heavily through the corridor, and came to the ward where isolation and ventilation measures were temporarily arranged.
He opened the door curtain, came to Li Leling's bed and sat down.
Just one day later, the girl's condition worsened again.
Her face and lips were pale, there were swellings on the surface of her hands and feet, and there were purple-red nodules on the palms of her hands - these were Osler's nodules, caused by embolism symptoms of infective endocarditis.
"You came."
Seeing Li Ang staring at her purple palm, Li Leling quietly retracted her hand into the quilt and said softly: "Am I ugly now?"
"how come?"
Li Ang smiled slightly and said, "You always look good."
"Pfft."
Li Leling laughed, "Although I know it's a comfort, I'm still very happy to hear it."
She gradually calmed down her smile and stared quietly at the jade pendant tied with a thin thread and hanging on the bedside.
Li Ang also fell silent, following Li Leling's line of sight and looking at the white jade pendant that was rotating back and forth with the wind of the Cool Wind Talisman.
"Leon."
"Um?"
"I like you."
The room became quiet, with only the regular sound of the cool breeze blowing.
"I know."
Li Ang looked back at the girl's eyes, his eyes soft.
"and you,"
Li Leling tilted her head and asked softly, "Do you like me?"
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Li Ang paused for a moment, and the memory palace in his mind expanded on its own, and scenes from the past appeared before his eyes.
That year, the re-examination for the Academy Entrance Examination was over. I walked out of the examination room in high spirits. I went to the restaurant and saw the girl wearing a gauze on her face.
From then on we met, got to know each other, and stayed together.
Li Ang always felt that he was not actually an emotional person.
For so long, he still couldn't figure out why he awakened the memories of another world. Those memories not only brought him step by step to where he is today, but also gave him a strong sense of alienation from this world.
He has difficulty adapting to the world's ideas, is angry at the injustice of the world, and laments the ignorance and superstition of the people.
He can chat with friends and complain about exam homework like an ordinary student.
But even friends and relatives, even the closest Chai Chai, cannot understand the loneliness and pain caused by the friction between Li Ang's thoughts and the world.
It is this loneliness and pain that gives Li Ang a tendency similar to self-destruction.
Like an ascetic, he never attended various banquets invited by his friends. Whenever he had time, he would write Neo-Confucian articles and medical classics, trying to transform the world into something he was familiar with as much as possible, so as to reduce the confusion in his heart.
Everyone says that Mr. Li Xiaolang is selfless.
Only he knows that he is the most selfish person.
He understood the girl's thoughts, but he also felt that he could not give a corresponding answer and was not worthy of responding to the other person's emotions.
Until now.
The memory scene ended quietly, staying at the moment when the girl took off her mask and said, "I believe in Li Ang, from the first time I met him, to now, to the future, and the future. I will always believe in him."
"I like you."
Li Ang said seriously.
The cool breeze charm in the room was still blowing regularly, the distant Haotian bells could be heard outside the window, and the whistle of the spiritual locomotive could be vaguely heard in the distance.
The girl raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
Like a kitten, she shrank into the quilt, and the lower half of her face was also obscured by the quilt - but her arched eyebrows and smiling eyes showed her mood at the moment.
"Thanks."
Through the quilt, Li Leling's mosquito-like squeaking sound came, "That's enough."
"Not enough."
Li Ang smiled slightly, put his hand into the quilt, took Li Leling's purple palm, stood up, and took off his mask.
Then, he leaned over, pulled down the quilt slightly, and kissed the girl's pale lips.
Time seems to have stood still at this moment,
Li Ang's palm extended with countless ink-colored threads, which quietly slipped into the girl's palm, connecting them like a bridge.
Not only the palms, Li Ang's hair fell down, and the ink hidden in it pierced the back of the girl's neck.
Li Leling's eyes gradually narrowed due to sleepiness, and the remaining expression of surprise on her face slowly faded away.
"Feel sorry."
Parting his lips, Li Ang stared at the sleeping girl and said softly: "I want to make my own decisions again."
Along with his words, a large amount of ink-colored threads spread out from his back and chest, piercing Li Leling's body.
It penetrates the skin, penetrates into the muscles, and travels through the blood vessels to spread.
Just like when it eroded Li Ang, the ink threads also gathered together, wrapped around Li Leling's spine, and spread out around the spine with the spine as the center.
Li Ang's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Li Leling's physical condition was extremely bad, plague, myocarditis, endocarditis, pericardial effusion,
And because I took too many fairy grass elixirs that forcibly prolong life when I was a child, the effect of drug treatment is extremely poor, and there is almost no possibility of relying on medical means to cure me.
The only way is to give part of the silk to her.
"Uh-huh——"
Li Ang stretched out his hand to hold down his violently beating heart. His own body had long been in disrepair and was only held together by silk threads.
At this moment, a large amount of silk threads, including dark golden ink threads that are closer to the origin, are given to Li Leling, which is like removing half of the blood and spinal cord from his body.
boom!
Li Ang stretched out his hand and grabbed the edge of the bed, forcing himself to stand still. He looked resolutely at the many strands of dark golden threads that extended from his chest and penetrated into Li Leling's heart.
This chapter has been completed!