"I have been sick for a long time, so I wanted to take a rest when I was tired. My brother was so happy that you came back that I didn't pay attention to rest for a while. I was so tired that I fell asleep just now."
Mo Qianlan half-sited up with all her strength. She wanted to hold Mo Lingfeng's butt and hold her against her chest to comfort her like before, but she couldn't hold her anymore.
"I scared you. It's my brother's fault. Don't be afraid. Nothing will happen."
Mo Lingfeng felt that his palms were cold, and saw that his face was green and there was no blood at all, so he rubbed his heels against each other, wiped off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed.
She knelt down next to Mo Qianlan, leaned over his chest, tilted her head and put her ear against his.
Mo Qianlan's clothes were also cold, and they were obviously scented with potpourri scented pieces, but when it came to Mo Qianlan's body, there was only a chill, like a cold plum blossom blooming alone.
In this coldness, Mo Lingfeng heard a "hissing" sound in his chest. It was heavy, stagnant, and obscure, as if there was viscous liquid rubbing and squeezing in his chest, going up and down with difficulty, and the sound
One meal after another is like a broken bellows, which has been destroyed and cannot be pulled at all times.
Under this huge noise, the beating of Mo Qianlan's heart became very weak, like a dying bird.
Moreover, Mo Qianlan was so thin that all the flesh on his chest was gone. There were traces of bones protruding from his chest, row after row, and further down, there was a huge depression.
Mo Lingfeng suddenly thought: Will my brother die?
will die.
Everyone dies. When she was in Sanchuan Village, she saw many scenes of death. The blood and corpses could not move her, but Mo Qianlan was just sick and weak, which was enough to make her unable to breathe.
My brother cannot die.
In her world, Mo Qianlan was different from everyone else. People from outside came in and left quickly, but Mo Qianlan, from the moment she could remember, he was there, and he would be there in the future.
Like this old house, it will always be waiting for her to come back.
If it weren't for Mo Qianlan, then she wouldn't be Mo Lingfeng.
"elder brother."
She cried out in a tearful tone, and tried her best to get into Mo Qianlan's arms, completely forgetting Zhao Shiheng's teachings. She grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and pressed her head against his chin. Her bun was loose, and she was wet.
Spread it on his face, steaming into his breath.
"elder brother."
Mo Qianlan gasped for air, struggled to move, so that he could reach out and rub Mo Lingfeng's back, and smiled: "Ah, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you are a big girl, why are you still getting less and less courageous? I
It’s not like I have epilepsy, I’m just tired. I’m not very capable of exerting myself. Li Yi is here, so don’t be afraid.”
Mo Lingfeng buried his head and remained silent.
Yin Beitong's voice came from outside the door, and Mo Qianlan patted her head: "Let's go play, go find Cheng San, go find Wu Jin, I took medicine and had a good sleep."
Mo Lingfeng climbed down from the bed, pulled on her shoes, and opened the door with red and swollen eyes. Zhao Shiheng bent down and touched her head: "It's okay. Either she's having epilepsy or she's just tired."
Li Yitie hadn't seen her for a long time. He suddenly saw that she had grown so tall. He immediately reached out and pressed her knee: "Does this leg hurt a lot at night?"
Mo Lingfeng nodded: "Uncle Li, go see my brother quickly."
Li Yitie waved his hand: "I can't die. There are always dangerous dangers several times a month. Every time I say it's fatal, I live well every time. The coffin was prepared last time, so I just lay down in it and measured the length."
He crossed the threshold and walked in. When he saw that Mo Qianlan's face was blue and his lips were white, he snorted from his nose: "It's good. Jiedu has a big mission. You can live for several years even if you don't follow the doctor's advice.
If you don't take medicine, maybe the disease will be cured."
Mo Qianlan endured his strange anger and smiled bitterly: "I'm growing too fast. I'm afraid my bones will hurt. Is there any medicine that can slow it down?"
Li Yitie stretched out his hand to feel for his pulse: "Shut up."
The room suddenly became quiet, and he could hear the sound of flowers falling outside. Li Yitie concentrated on his pulse and felt his pulse on his skin. His head was steady but his tail was shaking, floating and floating, as if there was something there and not there, like a fish flying.
The third yin is extremely cold, the time when yang dies.
There was a chill in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged and he just took back his hand: "Are you thirsty?"
Mo Qianlan nodded.
Li Yitong felt a little relieved, knowing that he still had some inner fire, and the evil fire had been blocked, so there was still a chance of treatment.
He did not say that he had just discovered the terminal pulse, and said calmly: "You have worked too hard, your foundation is too weak, and the evil fire cannot come out. First take the bamboo leaf gypsum soup to remove the evil fire, and then warm it up."
He stood up and went to the table to write a prescription. Mo Lingfeng quickly stepped forward and rolled up his sleeves to help him sharpen the ink. When Li Yitie reached out to pick up the pen, he found that his palm was sticky and greasy, and a layer of cold sweat broke out, so he took the handkerchief.
As soon as he wiped it, he raised the pen to write a prescription.
After writing the prescription, he stretched out his hand to check Mo Lingfeng's pulse. When he saw that her pulse was as high as a bamboo shoot, he smiled and said, "That's good, I'll give you a prescription too."
To save you from a headache."
After writing the prescription, he slowly dried the ink and handed it to Yin Bei to grab the medicine. He also told Mo Lingfeng and Zhao Shiheng: "You must lie down quietly to recuperate your yang energy. Don't make any noise or visit him back and forth to disturb his vitality.
Put some agarwood in the house. Use agarwood instead of cliff incense to let him sleep."
Mo Lingfeng and Zhao Shiheng nodded frequently.
Li Yitie stood up and packed the medicine box, slung it on his shoulder, and suddenly told Zhao Shiheng: "Don't go out and wander around. Stay in the house. You must not suffer from epilepsy. Remember."
Zhao Shiheng nodded and sent Li Yitie out. Li Yitie's expression remained as usual, but he talked a lot today. He once again told Zhao Shiheng: "You must not let him suffer from epilepsy."
Mo Lingfeng watched the two of them leave and walked back to the bed. Seeing that Mo Qianlan had closed his eyes and fell asleep, he pulled off the quilt and covered him up to his shoulders. He then gently opened the stove cover and carried the chopstick holder.
Take out the potpourri slices inside, carry them all the way outside, put them in the courtyard, and then ask your servants to find agarwood from other countries to replace them.
The rich fragrance of flowers floats in the wind, attracting butterflies and bees to flutter their wings and dance around the incense sticks.
She squatted aside holding the fire chopsticks and watched the butterfly fall on her hand. Suddenly she blinked her eyes and shed a huge tear, which fell to the ground and broke into eight petals.
Li Yitie must have been flustered just now, otherwise his palms would not have been wet and he would not have confessed again and again. As soon as Li Yitie became flustered, she was so scared that her head, internal organs, and limbs were all filled with fear, and she was filled with fear.
It kept expanding, expanding to the extreme, and would soon submerge her.
The only glimmer of hope is Li Yitie.
She hurriedly took out the xun, wanting to blow away all her fears, but when the xun was brought to her mouth, she immediately remembered Li Yitie's instructions and quickly put the xun back.
Yin Bei came back and whispered: "Girl, do you want some tea?"
Mo Lingfeng stood up, moved his numb legs, and handed the chopsticks to Yin Bei: "I went to play with Cheng San. My brother will send someone to call me when he wakes up."