Feng Jiuer wanted to say something, but Yan said, "What will you do if I lose control badly?"
Feng Jiuer was stunned for a moment: "What you call fear is that you are afraid that you will lose control and I don't know what to do?"
Yan nodded and said, "Have you thought of a way to deal with it? Maybe you should tie me up."
Feng Jiuer had not thought about tying him up, but judging from past experience, even if he lost control, she could at least control him with her skills.
Therefore, Feng Jiuer still couldn't bear to be tied up. After all, it would be very painful.
"It's okay, I'll act by ear."
However, he will be given new medicine tonight, so Feng Jiuer himself cannot control how far Yan will lose control.
"Put out your hand and I'll take your pulse."
Yan Tingting put his hand on the handle of the chair. Feng Jiuer carefully checked his pulse for a while, then looked at the sky outside the window. After thinking about it, she took out a bottle of medicine from the medicine box.
"I will give you medicine now. After taking the medicine, the pain tonight will be more severe than before. Even I don't know how painful it will be."
She handed the medicine to Yan: "I'll listen to you whether you want to take this medicine or not."
After all, he was asked to endure great pain. If Yan was unwilling, Feng Jiuer didn't want to force him.
Acupuncture and massage can also slowly remove the poisonous poison, but it will definitely take a long time.
What Feng Jiuer is most worried about is that if the poison in his body changes during this period, no one can say whether acupuncture and massage will still be effective.
Moreover, he was in so much pain every time the poison poisoned him. If there was an accident, it would be unpredictable.
This poison must be eliminated as soon as possible to avoid future troubles.
Not only is Yan going to take new medicine tonight, but she is also taking new medicine, so she can't guarantee what will happen tonight.
Yan didn't need to hesitate at all. He took the bottle and asked, "How to take it?"
"One pill is enough." Feng Jiuer poured him a glass of warm water.
Without saying anything, Yan poured out a pill and took it with warm water.
The pill melted in his mouth, and soon his body became warm. Not only was it hot, but there was also a kind of pain that vaguely rose in his heart.
It was bearable at first, but gradually, as the moon rose higher, the pain became more and more obvious and deeper.
His big palm holding the handle of the chair continued to tighten, and the veins on the back of his hand were exposed. It was obvious that his patience was about to reach the edge.
Feng Jiuer took out the needle pack and put it aside. Holding his big palm, she finally broke his grip on the chair and turned it over.
"Sir..." Yan breathed heavily, and after his face flushed, he turned pale. Big beads of sweat fell from his forehead and face. Even without touching him, you could feel the heat emanating from him that was like being burned by fierce fire.
Hot breath.
"Don't panic, I'll give you acupuncture right away to relieve the pain."
After Feng Jiu took his pulse, he immediately took out the silver needle, asked him to lean on the bench, opened his clothes, and the long needle fell flexibly with his fingertips.
The moment the silver needle fell, Yan's face looked a little better, and the pain was obviously relieved. But after a while, his face became even paler, and his hands began to hold the armrests of the chair again. This time, there were more than just blue veins.
It exploded, and even the fingers were trembling.
In front of my eyes, many, many scenes are emerging, and each scene is so miserable and shocking!
He seemed to see a woman, a dead woman, whose body was brought to him. The blood had dried and the body parts were missing.
He didn't know who the woman was, but his heart hurt, it really hurt...
Don't die, you can't die!
Who is so cruel? Who is it?
"Ah..." Yan suddenly pushed Feng Jiuer hard, jumped up from the bench, and was about to rush out the door.
Feng Jiuer made a mistake in her steps and stood in front of him. Her hands fell on his shoulders and pushed him back: "Don't think so wildly. As long as you get through tonight, you will get better!"
"Who is it? Who killed her? Who is it?" Yan's eyes were scarlet red, and those eyes were blurred, and he was obviously unconscious.
"No, don't touch her, don't touch her..." After the palm was pushed back by Feng Jiuer, Yan hugged his head and shouted in pain: "No! Don't hurt her, no! No...
Mother concubine, mother concubine! No! Ah..."
"Yan, open your eyes and look at me. Everything has passed. Everything has passed. There is no mother and concubine. There is no harm. I am Feng Jiu. Yan, please see clearly!"
Feng Jiuer shook his shoulders, but he was still holding his head in unspeakable pain.
It seems that the death of his mother and concubine was a huge blow to him. After so many years, the scene of his mother and concubine's tragic death is always remembered in the back of his mind.
After getting along with each other these days, Feng Jiuer clearly realized that Tuoba Keyan was originally a very kind person.
In his heart, he loves his people as his own children. If he had not suffered from his mother and concubine, he could have been a benevolent king.
It was the death of his mother and concubine that turned him into the cruel and cruel Tuoba Keyan! The death of his mother and concubine was a huge blow to him!
"Yan, please wake up and don't move around. I'll give you another... ugh!"
When her neck tightened, Yan actually grabbed her neck with both hands, pinching her so hard that he used all his strength.
Tuoba Keyan stared at her fiercely, his scarlet eyes seeming to spit out fire.
"It was you, it was you who killed her, it was you who killed her! I want you to pay with your life! I want you to be buried with her!"
"Yan..." Feng Jiuer had a silver needle in his hand. As long as he pricked his acupuncture point, he could immediately stop his violence.
However, Tuoba Keyan is so excited now, and the true energy in his body is rushing wildly. At this time, if he pricks his acupuncture points with silver needles, he will be injured at least, and at worst... he is afraid that his martial arts will be completely useless and he will become unconscious!
"Yan... I am... Feng Jiu, I don't... cough, no..."
She didn't have a chance to speak clearly. Tuoba Keyan's hand tightened tighter and tighter, and her breathing became more and more difficult.
If an injection is given...if an injection is given, he will most likely be destroyed by himself.
But if he didn't take the injection, his life would be in danger. With his current appearance, I'm afraid it would be really difficult for him to persuade him.
"Yan..." Feng Jiuer's face turned red. Now she could only breathe out and couldn't even breathe in any fresh air into her body.
"Yan, please wake up...a little bit. As long as...as long as you get through it, you will get better. You will definitely...get better."
She held his hand and stared directly into his eyes: "Yan, hold on for a little longer, and... for a while, listen... to me."
