Zhuge Canglan spit out the gas accumulated in his chest, feeling deeply helpless

No one can choose their birth, this is a kind of helplessness, and no one can predict the arrival of death, which is also a kind of helplessness. No one can eliminate disease, which is still a kind of helplessness.

What you have to face in life is all kinds of helplessness without any choice...

Zhuge Canglan sat next to the woman, "What disease do you have?"

The woman smiled bitterly, and blood was overflowing from the corners of her lips. She raised her sleeve and wiped it off: "The stubborn disease of the fetal belt cannot be cured. If you can survive until now, you are already competing for life with the King of Hell..."

"Can you help me in? I want to change my clothes." She begged with a little bit.

Zhuge Zangkan nodded: "Okay..."

She glanced at the boy who was still hiding in the corner and cried secretly, stood up and helped the woman up slowly, letting most of her body weigh on her body, and helped her walk into the house.

With just a dozen steps away, the woman walked extremely hard, and she was just as having to use her last little effort.

Finally came to the house, Zhuge Canglan helped her lie down. She rested for a while, and finally had a little strength and asked, "What's the name of the girl?"

"My name is Canglan!"

"I'm going to call Qin Wushuang, the desolate waste, the frost and snow... After the frost, it's desolate..." She struggled to take off her blood-stained clothes, put on a new robe, and then burned the clothes in a brazier.

The firelight reflected the red of her pale face, looking particularly strange.

Zhuge Canglan clearly saw the black gas of death eroding along her body, and soon it was about to completely encircle the heart.

No wonder she could see herself. A person who had already stepped into the grave and stepped on the yin and yang worlds, the things she could see with her eyes were naturally different from others.

Zhuge Canglan turned around and looked at the decorations inside the house. The doors and windows of the house were viewed tightly. He deliberately covered the gaps with paper, for fear that the wind on the tiles would come in.

It was so hot outside that it was so hot that it was so tight that it was not airtight inside her house, but there was a stove, a brazier, and a carbon burning. Not long after she came in, Zhuge Canglan felt a layer of sweat on her body.

But when she saw Qin Wushuang's lips were still purple, her face turned slightly blue...

Zhuge Canglan felt a little sorry for her. She was young, but she was in her twenties. She was the best time in a woman's life, but she was sick all day long. Living was a torture for her.

Zhuge Canglan picked up the copper pot that had been burning on the stove and poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to Qin Wushuang: "Drink some!"

Qin Wushuang took it, lowered her head and drank in small sips: "Thank you..."

Zhuge Canglan glanced at his fingertips. When he touched her finger just now, Zhuge Canglan really thought that he had touched the corpse in the ice cellar. She was so cold that she was so cold that she was bone-bone.

...

Zhuge Canglan walked outside the door and looked outside. The young Azhao had already stood up from the corner of the wall. She turned around and asked, "Miss Qin, is Azhao your apprentice?"

"Well, he is the child I picked up when I was fifteen years old."

Zhuge Canglan was surprised: "Are you a doctor?"

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Sorry, the bird was tortured by the plagiarism, my head hurts, thank you guys for your support╭(╯3╰)╮
Chapter completed!