How can one not be crazy when studying medicine? ! !
At this moment, facing the overwhelming resentment and murderous intent in the Nan Mansion,
General Ren himself had not yet noticed anything about this.
Ren Xuan had something more troubling him at the moment - the issue of Lu Xiyun's "evil contamination", which he didn't want to report.
It’s not that he really was in cahoots with Master Lu to isolate his boss.
The point is, some memories, some past events, can really cause PTSD.
In the previous life, Lu Xiyun was also contaminated by evil.
At that time, Qin Shu hid it from everyone, took a gamble, and burned the life essence of countless warriors? Ren Xuan still remembered it clearly.
Although, the current level is still far from the life-and-death situation like that time.
But Ren Xuan was, after all, a man who, having been bitten by a snake once, became afraid of ropes for ten years.
He wasn't making a big deal out of nothing. Anyone who had lived through two lifetimes knew this - the Dog Emperor's "bottom line" in matters like this could always be flexibly lowered. Not to mention stepping on the line, he was actually digging underground with a shovel.
Ren Xuan let out a sigh and went straight to Lu Xiyun's room.
I thought things would be tricky, but unexpectedly the process went surprisingly smoothly.
Facing Ren Xuan's persuasion, Prince Lu said calmly: "Sure. If it can be resolved, then I won't tell Qin Shu."
Ren Xuan was stunned: "Prince, this... is a bit too straightforward."
Lu Xiyun held up her chin lazily: "If Qin Shu knows, it will be even harder for me to escape in the future, right?"
Ren Xuan: ...
Ren Xuan was silent for two seconds. "Good fellow, you're not afraid at all of this evil magic taking over your body. You're just afraid of being controlled more strictly, right?"
If Qin Shu really knew about this one day and believed Lu Xiyun's casual excuse, Ren Xuan felt that he was in danger of being exiled to the border.
I'm clearly doing this for the benefit of the people! I'm trying to prevent the dog emperor from going crazy and causing trouble!
He swallowed his breath, brainwashed himself about the 'touching relationship' between him and Lu Xiyun, and then said resignedly: "Sir, I will help you keep it a secret. We are in the same boat."
He repeatedly warned earnestly, "It will take time to suppress it with a formation. Don't run around these few days. We will notify you as soon as we decide on the formation to use."
Ren Xuan was still worried after he finished speaking, so he simply brought Qin Shu out to bully others: "Otherwise, if His Highness finds out that you went south without permission and got involved in evil magic, then house arrest won't be the solution."
Lu Xiyun coughed dryly, clearly feeling guilty, and lightly changed the subject: "...Let's not talk about this. Aren't you going to go see Shi'an? Congren just got really angry."
Ren Xuan: “?!!”
Ren Xuan's pupils shrank, and the next moment, he ran out like the wind.
See you later, I'm going to worry about my partner!
···
In another tent in the camp.
Wen Congren stood in front of the table, his face as dark as a dark cloud pressing down on thousands of troops, and he exuded murderous aura without saying a word.
He stared coldly at the person on the bed, his eyes so sharp that it seemed as if he wanted to cut the person open to see whether his brain was filled with cotton or stone.
Lu Shian leaned against the head of the bed, tapping his fingers unconsciously on the edge of the bed, as if trying to find something to do. He didn't dare to look at Wen Congren at all.
Wen Congren narrowed his eyes, his voice as cold as iron striking the ground: "Lu Shian, let me ask you again."
“…What do you want to ask?”
—Bang! The medicine bottles, silver needles, gauze, and utensils on the table flew everywhere, the powder spread all over the floor, and the porcelain fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Lu Shian reflexively shrank back.
Wen Congren looked down at him condescendingly: "I told you not to use formations that exceed your capacity."
"……oh."
"Oh?" Wen Congren sneered and grabbed the other's wrist: "You remember, right?"
Lu Shian shook his wrist, trying to break free: "Hey, Congren, calm down."
Wen Congren's fingers tightened, and his knuckles turned blue and white.
He laughed out loud and whispered, "Lu Shi'an, I'm a doctor, not a corpse collector."
Lu Shian smiled awkwardly: "...Don't be like this, I'm living well, right?"
Wen Congren said coldly, "You're alive because I toiled so hard to pull you back from the gates of hell—not because you're lucky. Last time, I used my life sticker to save you. Next time, are you going to use your life sticker to drag me to death?!"
Lu Shian felt a little guilty for once, his lips moved, and he finally said dryly: "...I won't do it next time."
"No?" Wen Congren laughed angrily and pulled out a row of silver needles with a cold face.
Lu Shian's eyelids twitched, and he immediately shrank back in alarm: "...Hey, follow benevolence. Taking revenge is not what a gentleman does! You are a doctor, you should have medical ethics!"
Wen Congren said with a forced smile: "Don't mention medical ethics to me. You've almost destroyed my reputation as a doctor. If I don't give you a couple of injections, you won't learn your lesson."
——How can one not be crazy if he studies medicine? ! !
Lu Shian: “???”
"Congren! Don't be impulsive!"
"calm!"
"Put down the long one!!!"
"Chongren, calm down! We can talk it out!!"
The moment Ren Xuan opened the tent door, he saw a whole row of silver needles in Wen Congren's hand that were already in combat mode.
Ren Xuan's vision went dark, his blood pressure instantly soared to the top of his head, and he exploded on the spot: "Wen Congren!! What are you doing?!"
He stepped into the tent, raised his hand to brush away Wen Congren's hand, and directly protected Lu Shian behind him: "You'd better give me an explanation now."
Wen Congren glanced at him coldly: "You should let him explain to you."
Wen Congren narrowed his eyes and cast a look at the person on the bed, his tone extremely cold: "Do you know that you only have half your life now? Do you know that using a formation that exceeds the capacity once may destroy your entire meridian at any time? Do you know-"
Wen Congren paused, his chest heaving, but he didn't say the last sentence.
——Do you know that I don’t want to watch you die again.
The tent fell into dead silence.
Ren Xuan was stunned, and he seemed a little confused: "You mean he...?"
Seeing Ren Xuan looking confused, Wen Congren frowned.
He looked at Lu Shian. The young man's eyes fell on the edge of the bed, and his fingers unconsciously clenched together, as if he was escaping habitually.
Wen Congren was furious. This man still felt guilty.
He had just smashed the table, and Lu Shian was still able to make jokes, but now, there was one more person, and this person didn't even dare to meet his gaze.
Oh.
It turns out that this is not something a doctor like him should do.
Wen Congren said word by word: "Ren Xuan, you should have a good talk with him."
Inside the tent, the doctor's gaze was grave, yet in the silent night, it was like a thunderclap: "His left eye is completely blind."
Wen Congren said no more, just looked at Ren Xuan meaningfully, turned and walked out of the tent.
There was a faint grayish-white tint in Lu Shian's left eye, which Ren Xuan had noticed before. At that time, he thought it was just an illusion of light and shadow left over from the formation.
The air in the tent was so cold that it felt like there was a layer of frost.
He approached slowly. He remembered the pair of eyes at the Qionglin Banquet that year, as dark as ink, reflecting the old lamplight, clear as a wash, a startling sight. Now, looking at them, there was only an inch of gray.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to confirm, wanting to test, but in the end, it just stopped in mid-air.
Lu Shian tried to break the pressure: "What's wrong with you? This isn't the first time I've heard of this. Three years ago, being able to survive was already a great achievement."
Ren Xuan was speechless.
Lu Shian looked at him frozen in place, sighed, and looked helpless: "Why are you crying again?"
Ren Xuan said stiffly: "No."
He belatedly rubbed his cheek with his hand, and the back of his hand felt warm.
What does "又" mean?
Where did he cry for the first time?
There were too many gaps in his memory. Ren Xuan instinctively knew that something was missing, but the puzzle was torn into pieces and stuffed into a corner he couldn't see.
He didn't even know what he was losing.
Damn... dog destiny...
Only the emperor's is the main storyline, so I can just jump around as I please, right...?
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