Due to the cost issue, they finally found a small clinic that looked pretty good. At this time, Fan Zhiyi began to wonder why Bing Nandong was unwilling to see a doctor at Tianyunmen. Could it be that the fees in Tianyunmen were a little more expensive than those at the foot of the mountain? Considering their current situation, he thought it was very likely.
The doctor in the clinic was a white-haired old man, and they had to wait in a long line before they could get a seat.
While queuing, people kept looking at them. Apart from anything else, the looks of Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong alone were very attractive, let alone the two of them together.
Fan Zhiyi stood there uncomfortably, as if a thorn was on his back, but Bing Nandong remained motionless, ignoring the whispers around him.
Fan Zhiyi heard someone say, "Don't you think he looks a lot like the Tianyun Sect's senior brother from ten years ago?"
"So what if he looks like that? Tianyun Sect said Bing Nandong died ten years ago."
"True." The girl was a little disappointed. "But he's handsome, that's all. Take a few more glances. That immortal in white standing next to him is also very good-looking. He's aloof and aloof, just my type!"
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Can you speak a little more quietly? His aloofness is entirely due to his social anxiety.
After a lot of effort, it was finally his turn. Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief and took Bing Nandong over to sit down.
The old man first took Bing Nandong's pulse, then took a look at Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi's attire, invited them into the inner room, and then carefully removed the white cloth from Bing Nandong's eyes.
It had been such a long time, and this was the first time Fan Zhiyi had seen Bing Nandong's eyes. They were a pair of beautiful eyes, with a long eye shape and sword-like eyebrows. On this mature and handsome face, when he was not smiling, he looked serious and cold, but if he smiled, he would definitely be gentle, Fan Zhiyi thought, but he didn't know who could make Bing Nandong smile. He was afraid that it could only be the brother that Cen Jun mentioned.
Just as he was looking at him, he saw Bing Nandong open his eyes, and his pupils turned and met Fan Zhiyi's gaze. If his pupils were not dull and gray, Fan Zhiyi would have thought that Bing Nandong was pretending to be blind.
Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment before he heard the doctor say, "Look towards me."
Bing Nandong then withdrew his gaze and looked ahead, as if nothing had happened.
The next step was the inspection. The old man, also a monk, frowned and stroked his white beard. Then he said, "Take off your clothes."
Bing Nandong didn't move, so Fan Zhiyi asked, "Why?"
"Why, why!" The old man glared at Fan Zhiyi, "Can this old man really harm you?"
Fan Zhiyi shut his mouth in frustration and poked Bing Nandong: "Do as the doctor says."
Bing Nandong then took off his clothes one by one. Fan Zhiyi held him until the last piece of underwear fell off his body. The dense scars were displayed on his skin. There was almost no good skin. Some were scarred, and some looked like fresh wounds from not long ago, still bleeding.
These wounds don't look like they were caused by Bing Nandong himself, and the Sect Leader said that Bing Nandong has been recuperating in Tianyun Sect since he was injured ten years ago, so it is even less likely that these injuries were sustained while on a mission outside.
Bing Nandong's fingertips wrapped around the waistband of his pants: "Do you want to take it off again?"
The old man was also surprised when he saw Bing Nandong's injuries, but then he regained his composure and said, "Please ask this young man in white to step out and wait for a while."
Fan Zhiyi also thought of Bing Nandong's privacy, so he hung his clothes on the screen beside him and went out.
This wait lasted for a long time. Fan Zhiyi saw the waiters bringing out basin after basin of blood, and then sending away the people who were still waiting to see the doctor. His anxiety grew more and more.
When the doctor said it was okay to come in, Fan Zhiyi rushed in without saying a word. He saw that Bing Nandong was already dressed warmly, with the wound hidden inside his clothes, so on the surface he looked normal, just like an ordinary person.
Fan Zhiyi was feeling uneasy while waiting outside. The young man's thin shoulders and waist were bearing so many injuries. Fan Zhiyi thought about it and thought, if this happened to him, he would probably be in so much pain that he would never be able to endure so many days in silence.
He should have brought Bing Nandong to see a doctor earlier, the first day he met him, even if he had to drag and tie him up. How could he have spanked Bing Nandong that day, how could he not have noticed Bing Nandong's injuries at the time?
Self-blame overwhelmed Fan Zhiyi's emotions. The impact of the young man's mottled body on him was too great. He had actually wanted Tianyun Sect to take Bing Nandong back as soon as possible. He was simply inhuman! There must be someone in Tianyun Sect who was abusing Bing Nandong. If he was sent back, would Bing Nandong still have a chance to survive? He would then be an accomplice!
hateful!
"This young master's external injuries are quite troublesome. They are probably the result of years of accumulation of old and new injuries, some of which have affected his tendons and bones. However, I have already treated the rotten flesh in the wounds. Moreover, from what I have observed, his wounds are healing incredibly quickly. This is the first time I have encountered such a thing in all my years of medical practice. However, this is all the better. As long as he rests more, external injuries can be healed. This is the medicine for applying to external injuries." The old man flipped a page of the list in his hand. "As for your eyes, they should have healed long ago, but because you didn't take good care of them, and every time you were about to recover, you deliberately let the injuries worsen, you have remained blind, right?"
Bing Nandong said: "Yes."
"You must not do this again. Otherwise, even with your best recovery ability, you could still end up blind for life. This is medicine for applying to the eyes." After a pause, the old man continued, "As for internal injuries, it's strange. This young master has a lot of spiritual energy that hasn't been absorbed yet. It's rampant and hostile to each other. If it's not dispelled for a long time, it will burst its spiritual veins and cause death. You need someone with profound cultivation to evacuate it for him, and prescribe a medicine plaster three times a day. You need to take it consistently and slowly recuperate. Another more troublesome thing is that the young master seems to have been poisoned. I don't know what the poison is yet."
The more Fan Zhiyi listened, the more terrified he became. Just as he was listening carefully, Bing Nandong suddenly smiled and said, "I'm afraid the old man's diagnosis is wrong. I only have external injuries."
The old man opened his mouth, stared at Bing Nandong for a few seconds, and then instantly realized, "Yes, yes, I was in a hurry and misread the medical records. The young master's internal injuries are caused by meridian congestion and excessive worry. Take these prescriptions and go pick up the medicine. The checkout is over there."
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