He said to the group of people at the back: "What should you do? Don't crowd around this room. The patient needs to rest."
After saying that, Sheng Lingtian was ready to leave.
"Master!" Lin Zhonghe, who had been looking longingly at Sheng Lingtian, suddenly knelt down.
When he returned to Tianshan this time, Sheng Lingtian helped him save Ximen Yunhai. He originally thought that he had forgiven him by letting him live in Lei Palace.
But for such a long time, except for dragging Ximen Yunhai back from the gate of hell, he has never summoned him again.
I heard that the master finally found his relatives, and now he saw Tuo Li and Mo Zihan again, thinking that Tuo Li must be his grandson.
This was his only chance to get Sheng Lingtian to accept him again, so Lin Zhonghe knelt down to Sheng Lingtian in front of everyone.
"Why are you kneeling down? Why don't you come and choose medicine together with me? His disease requires long-term medication. If he goes down the mountain, you will prepare it for him."
"Yes!" Lin Zhonghe was overjoyed and immediately followed behind Sheng Lingtian.
When leaving, I didn't forget to glance at Ximen Yunhai. I saw him nodding and smiling at him to show encouragement.
Sheng Lingtian and his disciples went down, and Ximen Zhaoyang also took Sheng Meng out.
The originally crowded room was now filled with only four people: Mo Zihan, Tuo Li, Sheng Xue and Ximen Yunhai.
"Han'er, you haven't seen each other for a long time. Come and talk to him. I'll go out first to discuss your trip down the mountain with Wuchen and Lengfeng."
"Yes." Mo Zihan nodded. She knew that taking off the road was to give her and Ximen Yunhai time to spend alone together. After all, some things had to be said clearly.
"I...I'm going to see the medicine Master has prepared for you."
Although Shengxue was very reluctant to leave, she had already left. She felt uncomfortable being here alone, so she left.
Mo Zihan and Ximen Yunhai were the only two people left in the room, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.
Ximen Yunhai felt a little helpless and tried his best to sit up.
"Don't move!" Mo Zihan held him down, helped him lie down again, and tucked him into place.
"Your whole body is covered with injuries and you are not suitable for sitting up. Let's wait until the injuries are better."
"Yun'er..." Feeling the softness of Mo Zihan's hand, Ximen Yunhai's heart skipped a beat. He was really reluctant to let go of her hand.
"Yun Hai, please call me Han'er. My name is not Yun'er."
After listening to Mo Zihan's words, Ximen Yunhai turned his head to the side.
He felt really sad. His Yun'er, his beloved woman, now he didn't even have the qualification to call her Yun'er...
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Seeing Ximen Yunhai like this, Mo Zihan felt very sad.
He took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, stretched it out, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
This was the first time she saw Ouyang Zheng cry. In her memory, he was always a man with sunshine and spring breeze, and the most common expression she found on his face was a smile.
His smile was very nice. Even if he was not Ouyang Zheng now, but Ximen Yunhai who had completely changed his face, she knew that he would still look nice when he smiled.
Once upon a time, she was moved by his warm smile.
But now, he is crying...
"Yunhai, don't be like this. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"