Yin Fengze put away the silver needles he had just pulled out one by one. Without raising his head, he knew that the person asking the question was Jun Wuxia, so he answered briefly: "No."
Ruoyu was lying on the big bed with her eyes slightly closed, a white cloth tied around her forehead. Her jade cheeks were weakly white, and there was not much blood on her lips, but her sickly face was filled with shocking beauty.
After hearing Yin Fengze's answer, Jun Wuxia frowned slightly. Ruoyu has been in a coma for five days today.
Acupuncture, moxibustion, soup, massage... I have tried every method, but I still can't see the slightest improvement, and the breath in my nose is getting weaker and weaker.
Yin Fengze packed up the medicine box, stood up and said, "She doesn't want to live anymore."
There was a hurdle between life and death. No matter how many methods he tried to pull her over, she stayed there and refused to cross. Yin Fengze, who had seen all kinds of patients, understood that only by understanding life
Only people who have no confidence at all would be like Ruoyu
Jun Wuxia's frown deepened, and he walked to the bed and looked down at the little hand on the silk quilt. He remembered that the hand was clenched so tightly that day, but now it was held powerlessly, and
Zeng Nu looked at himself and closed his eyes gently.
Jun Wuxia sat on the seat where Yin Fengze had just been, still looking at Ruoyu and said: "Get out."
After hearing Jun Wuxia's words, Yin Fengze retreated towards the door, but when he pushed the door open, he suddenly said: "It's almost the new moon."
New Moon is the first day of every month, and it’s only two days away from today
Jun Wuxia's body seemed to tremble slightly with his back to Yin Fengze, but his voice was as normal as he said again: "Well, get out."
When the door was pushed open, the room fell into silence.
Looking at the little man on the bed, Jun Wuya slowly reached out his hand, and his generous hand gently touched Ruoyu's forehead, but he took it back without touching it.
Why were you so stubborn then...
Even now, you are stubborn and don’t want to live...
Jun Wuxia's hand turned to press Ruoyu's hand outside the sheet, and he slowly smoothed the fingertips that were weakly hooked. However, a few days ago, this small hand was still holding the pink flowers charmingly, holding them in a daze.
Pear branch......
"Ruo Qingwen, you owe me so much, don't want to die simply like that." Jun Wuxia said in a cold voice while covering Ruoyu's hand.
The unconscious person seemed to have heard it, and frowned slightly...
As if he could feel the coldness in his own voice, Jun Wuxia said again: "Live on."
These three extremely plain words brought with it a little bit of Jun Wuxia's warmth, but rather than persuasion, they still sounded like an order.
Two moments dragged on for a long time. Jun Wuxia's hands were slightly wet when he went out, and he didn't know which hand left the thin strands of sweat on them.
Once upon a time, a man in flaming red clothes blocked his way and stretched out a hand to hold it. He smiled disdainfully and pushed her aside, only to receive a slap from his father in return.
But today, looking at her haggard appearance, he took the initiative to reach out and hold her hand. He obviously felt dirty, but...
"Your Majesty, do you want to wash your hands?" Seeing Jun Wuxia return to his courtyard, the maid in a yellow gown immediately walked towards Jun Wuxia with her head lowered and carrying water.
Jun Wuxia looked at himself and took her right hand, waved it casually, and said... No need.