After rubbing all the acupuncture points that should be rubbed, Feng Jiuer's attention returned to Jian Yi's wound.
"Jianyi, I will try to let go now and see how the wound is bleeding."
"Don't worry! Even if this fails, I have other ways. Just relax, okay?"
"Don't be nervous! Relax."
Perhaps it was not Jian Yi who was nervous, but Feng Jiu'er herself.
Every time she tries, she is risking her life. Can she not be nervous?
Seeing Jian Yi blinking, Feng Jiu'er let out a shallow breath and her eyes returned to his wounds.
She raised her trembling hand that was pressing on Jian Yixin's door, and she looked at the wound for a moment.
Unexpectedly, bright red blood surged out again in an instant, and Feng Jiuer immediately pressed the cloth with the medicine on his wound.
After all, it’s still not time yet.
But, how long can he wait?
Feng Jiu'er couldn't give herself an answer either.
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Feng Jiuer mustered up her courage again.
"Jiu'er."
Jian Yi's hoarse voice sounded.
"Stop talking!"
Feng Jiuer gathered her thoughts and continued to hold the silver needle, finding different acupuncture points and inserting them gently.
Before he fainted, she had to stop his bleeding before she could proceed with the next step of treatment.
"It doesn't matter, I understand my situation myself."
Jian Yi looked at the girl in front of him and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"I thought my life was saved by Feng Qingyin, so I have no complaints if she wants to go back."
"It was only when the dagger pierced my heart that I remembered that I wanted to see you one last time, so I used my Gangqi to resist Feng Qingyin's strength."
"I don't really want to live. I just want to be able to talk to you like I am now, and that's enough."
"You are just stubborn and don't listen. Are you okay now?
If you are hurt so badly, you have to trouble me again."
Feng Jiuer's words contained complaints.
She kept giving Kenichi acupuncture, but nothing could be done to stop it.
If Jian Yi can really stay awake, even if he wastes a little energy talking, it will be better than falling asleep.
But their sword hero suddenly became more articulate and in better spirits than before. Feng Jiuer didn't know how anxious he was.
Is this a comeback?
Even if Feng Jiuer knew it, she didn't want to admit it.
She can't let him die like this, absolutely not! "Jiu'er, I'm sorry!"
Jianyi took a deep breath and continued.
"I don't have the ability to thank you for saving my life back then, and now I'm making you worry about it! I'm really sorry!"
"You know you're sorry for me, so you have to live a good life!"
Feng Jiuer tried hard to hide her anxiety.
"If I had known you were so willing to risk your life, I wouldn't have saved you back then."
"In the future, whenever you want to die, come to me. Your life belongs to me. Only I can end your life, do you understand?"
Looking up, what caught his eye was Jian Yi's increasingly pale face, and Feng Jiuer immediately looked away.
"Jianyi, remember, your life is mine. If I don't let you die, even King Yama is not qualified to take your life away."
Unable to wait for his response, Feng Jiuer's acupuncture hand trembled slightly, and she almost missed the point.
"Jianyi, did you hear what I said?"
Trying to swallow her tears, Feng Jiuer asked angrily.
"I won't allow you to die, please open your eyes quickly!"
"Um."
After a while, Jian Yiyi left a message for Feng Jiuer.
His vision became increasingly blurry, and he tried to reach out to comfort the woman in his eyes, but was unable to do so.
"Jiu'er, don't cry! I'm... very happy to get to know you! Jiu'er, the... days with you are my happiest... days."
"Jiu'er, don't worry! I'm... fine, Jiu'er..." Feeling his breath weakening instantly, Jianyi closed his eyes when Feng Jiu'er raised his eyes again.
"Sword One."
She clutched the silver needle tightly, and her voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat.
Taking a deep breath and wiping away her tears casually, Feng Jiuer quickly regained her fighting strength.
Not daring to look at his face or feel his breath, she just tried her best to stop his bleeding.
After being busy for a while, Feng Jiuer looked at his wound for a moment, and took away the cloth pressing on his wound with a serious look on his face.
After watching quietly for three seconds, no large amount of blood was seen on the wound. Feng Jiuer looked at Jian Yi with a happy face.
"Jianyi, the bleeding has stopped, we succeeded. Jianyi, don't be afraid! I will not give up on you!"
Gently lifting the lying person up, Feng Jiuer sat cross-legged in front of Jianyi, supporting him with one hand and placing the other hand on an important acupuncture point next to his heart.
Feng Jiuer closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and transported the true energy into Jian Yi's body through her palms.
Jian Yi, nothing will happen. You must hold on! In the haze, Jian Yi seemed to see that little face again.
In countless dreams, a face that could not be seen clearly gradually became clear.
Only then did Jian Yi realize that her every frown and smile were familiar to him.
Even though she was not as gentle as he imagined and would scold people from time to time, everything about her was the most beautiful existence in his eyes.
He likes to see her rescuing people, he likes to see her eating, and he even likes the way she curses.
It turns out that she is the girl who has been hidden in his heart for many years.
If possible, he didn't want to see her anxious or crying.
Jian Yi didn't know where he was or what happened.
His dream was very long. Every time he wanted to wake up and take a good look at that face, he couldn't open his eyes at all.
I don't know how long it took, but Jianyi suddenly woke up from his dream when he heard the cry.
"Jiu'er."
Jian Yi called out in a low voice and slowly opened his eyes.
There were only a few candlelights around, which were not enough to illuminate this small room.
Looking at the little figure lying on the table not far away, Jian Yi wanted to sit up on the bed.
The moment his body moved, the wound was affected, and his handsome thick eyebrows frowned slightly.
Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, Jianyi slowly collected the confusing fragments in his mind.
Opening his eyes again, looking at everything unfamiliar in front of him, he carefully supported the bed board and gently sat up on the bed.
"Jiu'er."
Looking at Feng Jiu'er's back, Jian Yi called out again unconsciously.
Aren't they in a cave?
Why are you in a small room?
Where is this place?
How long had he been asleep?
What's going on with everyone else?
Jian Yi is not clear at all.
Looking at the increasingly thin figure in front of him, Jian Yi sighed lightly, stood up while holding on to the bamboo pole at the head of the bed.
When he came to Feng Jiu'er, he tried his best not to make any noise and carefully sat down next to her.
Feng Jiuer's pale and thin face and the patched clothes she wore hurt Jian Yi's heart.
What kind of life did she live during the days when he was sleeping?
