"The effects of the medicine are still unstable. I didn't make it through yesterday's treatment of Yi Ba, but Yi Jiu and Yi Shi are in good condition. I don't know how many more days they can last."
Yan Qingshan divided the death row inmates into four groups. All ten people in Group A died, and only two people remained in Group B.
As for the group with the C-class drug, they just took the new medication this morning, and it's unknown what their fate will be.
"Then let's wait a little longer. Xiao Wu will bring the new medicine man to the divine doctor. Thank you for your hard work, divine doctor."
There's no rushing things. Song Ting couldn't bear to let Huai Xu take any risks, but Huai Xu's condition was really too bad, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.
Song Ting used to cherish his life the most. He was willing to kill his companions and abandon his dignity to survive, and he never thought that one day he would be heartbroken because he was worried about the life and death of others, and wish he could take their place.
"My lord," Qi Zhou knocked on the study door and whispered, "the young master has woken up."
Song Ting suddenly stood up: "Then I'll have to trouble the divine physician and Head Physician Wang."
The words remain, but the person has vanished without a trace.
Song Ting was in a hurry, thinking he had used the fastest speed, and indeed he only took a short while to get from the study to Huai Xu's room, but he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
Song Ting tiptoed over and carefully sat down next to the bed.
With the added weight of another person, the bed sank slightly. Chu Huaixu, who was not sound asleep, was awakened by the noise and saw Song Ting by the bedside as soon as he opened his eyes.
"Xiao Qingxiang." Chu Huaixu blinked blankly, instinctively reaching out to touch the man's face, but then pulled his arm back halfway up.
He was still unsure whether he was dreaming or had really returned to the Song residence.
His memory was still stuck in that thatched hut, where Song Ting squatted in front of him, staring at him silently with a cold and indifferent expression, which made his heart ache terribly.
Later, in a state between sleep and wakefulness, he had many dreams, some of which were about the past and some of the future. He dreamed that he had taken Song Ting home, that he had dreamed of the prayer tree at the White Horse Temple, and that he had dreamed of the four people being punished in the heavy snow and his second brother who was supervising them...
He also dreamt of the great fire at the Prince Duan's mansion and the dagger he personally plunged into Song Ting's heart...
twice.
He stabbed Song Ting twice with his own hands.
He was just a hair's breadth away from killing this person with his own hands.
Whenever he thought of this, he would break out in a cold sweat, and his internal organs would ache.
Therefore, he dared not touch Song Ting, fearing that this was just another dream.
Even more so, at times he began to doubt which one was true, and whether he had really cleared up the misunderstanding with Song Ting.
Or perhaps he killed Song Ting long ago, that he went mad, and that his madness led him to have such a beautiful dream.
He was in a daze, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.
The past years had drained his lifeblood, and the poison had further accelerated the decay of his body.
He knew he was about to die, so this was a dream before his death.
He dared not touch Song Ting, dared not shatter this dream.
Song Ting did what he wanted to do, raising her hand to touch his face, and then taking advantage of the situation to kiss his dry, chapped lips a few times.
When he spoke, his little dog's voice choked with emotion: "You're finally awake."
Today, Song Ting changed into a dark red python robe, which looked very handsome and made his cold and hard eyebrows and eyes look softer than usual, especially his eyes, which were particularly affectionate.
Chu Huaixu looked at him, speechless. Song Ting, on the other hand, kept rambling on and on.
"You have a fever and have been sleeping for a day and a night."
She touched his forehead; it wasn't as burning hot as it had been the night before, but rather lukewarm and cool. She guessed the fever had subsided, and Song Ting breathed a sigh of relief, managing to calm herself down.
"Are you hungry? The kitchen made some chicken congee, would you like to have some with me?"
Chu Huaixu blinked very slowly twice, still staring blankly at the person in front of him.
"What's wrong? Are you still not feeling well?"
Seeing him like this, Song Ting's heart, which had finally calmed down, jumped again, and she pressed her forehead to check Chu Huaixu's temperature once more.
"Mingyu, speak to me, tell me what's wrong, where does it hurt?"
"I'm fine," Chu Huaixu finally said. His eyes still held a hint of disbelief, as if he still couldn't believe it.
Song Ting stared at him for a while, as if to confirm the truth of his words. Chu Huaixu felt embarrassed by his gaze and repeated, "It's really nothing."
He finally came to his senses.
Song kept rubbing his forehead, half-jokingly saying, "I thought you'd gone crazy from the fever. But it's better if you are, then you can only stay by my side..."
He then picked him up, placed Chu Huaixu on his lap, and kissed his handsome eyebrows and eyes.
"From now on, I'll tie a rope around your wrist and hold it with me wherever I go. You'll never be able to escape from me again..."
He tightened his grip little by little, until it became so tight that Chu Huaixu felt some pain.
But Chu Huaixu did not struggle. Instead, he raised his hand and tapped the corner of Chu Huaixu's reddened eyes, letting out a soft chuckle.
"You think you can treat me like a dog on a leash? Commander, don't forget, you're the one who's my little dog."
"Woof!" Song Ting barked fiercely.
Chu Huaixu was stunned for a moment, then laughed even louder.
“I am your little dog, so you have to hold my hand and not leave me behind. A little dog without an owner will die.”
Song Ting also raised the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were red. "Mingyu, you can't take me home and then abandon me."
Tears could no longer be held back and streamed down his face. Large teardrops gushed onto Chu Huaixu's face and into his heart, burning with intense heat.
Chu Huaixu's Adam's apple bobbed as he reached out to scoop up the tears: "Don't you resent me?"
Song Ting tightened his grip again, but Chu Huaixu remained silent, letting Song Ting lower his head, bury it in his neck, and suckle at that soft flesh, crying silently.
After about half a cup of tea's time, he heard Song Ting mutter very softly, "I already said it was my own choice, why won't you believe me..."
Song Ting used to be single-mindedly focused on survival. Worldly emotions were all burdens to him. His sword could be pointed at anyone, and he could kill anyone who tried to stop him from living without any mercy.
There was only one person, Chu Huaixu, whom he wanted to protect, even at the cost of everything else.
Over the years, Song Ting was trapped in the cage woven by that person, recalling and regretting again and again. He felt that he had probably done too many bad things, which was why Chu Huaixu was tormenting him.
But let the torment be tormented; he accepts it willingly, fearing it won't be enough to torment him for a lifetime.
He looked up and kissed Chu Huaixu on the corner of his mouth again, coaxing him softly, "No matter how many times I have to say it, I will never change my mind."
"Even if I have resentment and hatred, I only blame myself for not protecting you, so please don't give me a chance to resent you, okay?"
"If you leave, I will resent you, and I will resent myself even more..."
Chu Huaixu turned around and held his hand, gently stroking it twice: "How could you be so silly?"
"Yes, I'm just silly, so you have to watch over me, I'm afraid I won't be able to find you." Song Ting wiped away her tears. "Let's not talk about this anymore, let's drink some porridge first, okay?"
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