As the morning sun rises, the cold air has not yet dissipated, and the warm morning light pierces the clouds, awakening the sleeping creatures.
The whole campus suddenly came alive.
……
"Third brother, can't you afford it? You didn't forget that you had class this morning, right?" Zhang Bo pulled his hair a few times, his image was decadent, but his voice was clear and loud.
"Hey, the third child, it's so rare that you can also stay in bed." Zhuge Yun twirled his hair and teased. You must know that the third child has always been the earliest one in their dormitory and lives a regular life.
Let them be amazed.
Did the sun come out from the west today? The third child got up late?!
"Third brother, are you feeling unwell?" Zhao Luzheng is a careful child. He first thought about whether there was something wrong with Third Brother's health.
Unlike the other two crazy guys.
Xiao Xiao was a little relieved.
"It's okay. Maybe I caught a slight cold yesterday and my head feels uncomfortable."
"Please help me ask for a leave from the teacher."
……
After the bedroom door closed, Xiao Xiao couldn't help but wailed.
"Damn it, why does this head still hurt so much?"
Last night, he simply moved one step at a time, and after a lot of hard work, he managed to get back to the dormitory in front of the door control.
Speaking of which, it’s just a handful of bitter tears.
As soon as he returned to the dormitory, he lay motionless on the bed, his head was a mess.
However, although he was very sleepy, he still had a severe headache. Therefore, he could not fall asleep completely, but was always in a state of half sleep and half awake.
Even after a night's rest, I didn't feel refreshed at all. I just felt more tired.
It’s so frustrating.
If he had known that the consequences of summoning the mandarin duck would be so tragic, he would definitely think twice before doing so!
Now think about it, maybe Qinyuan, the eared rat can deal with the turtle, why is he so reluctant to use the turtle?
You can't kill a chicken with a bull's knife, do you understand?
Xiao Xiao groaned while covering his head, feeling filled with regret.
……
Xiao Xiao turned over and felt something pressing on his back. When he reached out and touched it, he knew what it was.
Eh? Is it his imagination? It seems that the headache has eased?
Xiao Xiao grabbed the Yao Jian and felt it carefully.
It seems like something is being transmitted from the demon mirror through the fingertips.
The coolness flowed down his arm to his brain, slightly relaxing it as if a knife was vigorously stirring it up.
Xiao Xiao was overjoyed and clutched the Yao Jian tightly.
He's had enough of this headache and all, even if it's just for one night.
……
The brows on Xiao Xiao's face that had not relaxed since last night finally relaxed a bit.
Even though his head still hurts, it is within his tolerance range.
Moreover, Yaojian can only help him reduce his headache to this extent, right?
Xiao Xiao held the Yaojian for a while and found that the intensity of his headache had not changed at all.
Then you know it’s over.
Even though the headache problem was not completely solved, Xiao Xiao was still pleasantly surprised that this demon sword was indeed a treasure.
Although both good and bad people are it, it is the one that drains his energy, and it is the one that helps him heal.
Is this a beginning and an end?
Haha, Xiao Xiao curled his lips weakly.
……
Xiao Xiao finally regained some strength.
After climbing out of bed and washing up briefly, Xiao Xiao took out his tea set and prepared to make tea for himself.
His throat felt uncomfortable, dry and stuffy, and his voice was dry and hoarse.
At this time, he desperately needed a cup of tea to soothe his injured soul.
……
Xiao Xiao's family runs a teahouse, and he has been exposed to it since he was a child, so he is naturally good at making good tea.
The dormitory conditions are limited, and he doesn't stick to the minutiae.
From the large balcony, large swaths of sunlight shine directly into the bedroom, casting mottled shadows.
Xiao Xiao's face was pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, but his eyes were calm and focused, and the movements of his hands were as smooth as the breeze and the bright moon, without a trace of fireworks, and without any instability or hindrance.
The clear and mellow fragrance of tea curls up, misty in the light golden morning light, and is so beautiful that it makes people breathless.
Inside the warm and clear plum green tea cup, the apricot-yellow tea soup is clear and bright. The Junshan Silver Needle that stood vertically in the air when it was first brewed has sunk and stood at the bottom of the cup.
Xiao Xiao sat in an upright posture, pinched the rim of the cup with his thumb and index finger, and held the bottom of the cup with his middle finger. After a slight sniff, the fragrance of tea hit his nostrils. He took a deep breath again and felt that there was fresh air flowing through his body, as if it was connected to his brain.
The pain inside has eased a bit.
Xiao Xiao swallowed a large mouthful of tea soup, which lingered in his mouth for a while, then swallowed it into his stomach.
The initial slight astringency makes the aftertaste even more hearty.
A stream of fresh air rose from his throat, and Xiao Xiao felt refreshed and the discomfort all over his body dissipated a lot.
It wasn't until he finished the pot of tea that Xiao Xiao put down the tea cup with some unfinished content.
Very good, the state has finally recovered to 70%, then it’s time to get down to business.
……
Yanjing Third People's Hospital is busy with people coming and going as always.
After walking through the noisy crowd, Xiao Xiao no longer felt irritated and depressed as before.
Even the unpleasant smell of disinfectant is no longer so unbearable.
The reason is that I am in a good mood.
……
"Uncle, aunt, hello." Unsurprisingly, he met Lin's father and mother at the door of Lin Zhenzhen's ward. The corners of Xiao Xiao's lips that had been slightly raised since arriving at the hospital deepened.
"Xiao Xiao?" Father Lin and Mother Lin were a little surprised. They came here yesterday, why are they here again today?
"Xiao Xiao, could it be..." Mother Lin suddenly remembered Xiao Xiao's words yesterday - I will cure Lin Zhenzhen's face. She couldn't help but blurt out and asked, but swallowed the rest of the words. She wanted to know the answer, but was afraid.
When I got a negative answer, my heart beat wildly uncontrollably, and I almost felt like I couldn't breathe.
Father Lin's eyes were blazing. He was much more rational than Mother Lin. In fact, Mother Lin was concerned and confused. If he hadn't been confident, how could Xiao Xiao show up at the hospital the next day as promised?
However, Father Lin simply couldn't believe it. A disease that was equivalent to a death sentence from the hospital, a disease that all doctors were helpless to deal with, could a student really be able to do anything about?
"Well, I got the antidote."
"Antidote?"
"Yes, the antidote to the poison on Lin Zhenzhen's face."
……
Xiao Xiao and Lin's father and mother walked into the ward.
Lin Zhenzhen didn't sleep peacefully, so she opened her eyes as soon as they came in.
Seeing Xiao Xiao, Lin Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly, staring directly at Xiao Xiao.
Yesterday's promise and yesterday's crying were still in my ears and vivid in my mind. Lin Zhenzhen's hands under the quilt slowly closed and clenched into fists. The pitted nails bitten by her were left in the soft palms of her hands.
Deep carvings.
……
Xiao Xiao didn't drag his feet. Looking at the girl in front of him who had shrunk from strength to strength in a short period of time, he knew that she had suffered too much for this.
"Drink."
Xiao Xiao handed Lin Zhenzhen a small glass bottle. Inside was a scarlet liquid, with different shades of color flowing through the slightly rippling ripples. It was a bit eerie and a bit ominous for no reason. p>
These are the tears of the turtle.
It is also the antidote to Lin Zhenzhen’s poisoned face.