Fan Zhiyi didn't ask any more questions, but stood up. Bing Nandong walked out first. When Fan Zhiyi opened the curtain, the old man couldn't help but call out to Fan Zhiyi: "Is he your friend?"
"Forget it."
"You... should pay more attention to him, especially give him more guidance and counseling. Also pay attention to the people around him. It's best not to let him go out alone until his injuries have healed."
"I will." Fan Zhiyi said sincerely, "Thank you, doctor."
After coming out, Bing Nandong was waiting for Fan Zhiyi outside and handed him the prescription: "What did you say?"
"Take better care of you."
Bing Nandong snorted coldly: "No, go and help me pick up medicine."
Picking up medicine requires registering one's name. Fan Zhiyi thought for a moment and said, "Write Yi Zhifan."
Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong turned to look at Fan Zhiyi, his fingertips digging deep into the flesh, but he managed to maintain a calm expression. However, Fan Zhiyi could almost hear him gnashing his teeth and muttering "Yi Zhifan, Yi Zhifan".
Bing Nandong's reaction was strange, and Fan Zhiyi didn't know what had offended him about his new name.
The check-in attendant asked, "How is it written?"
"Easy is easy, ordinary is ordinary, and the meaning is 'zhihuzheya'."
After getting the medicine, Bing Nandong had basically paid all the spirit stones. It was getting dark outside, and the dusk light illuminated the entire town, making it very warm.
Some of the vendors around have started to pack up their stalls, while for others, the busy day will continue until night.
Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong walked side by side on the street. Fan Zhiyi was carrying a large pile of medicine and looking up at the orange sky. "Bing Nandong, why don't you want your eye injury to heal?"
“…”
Bing Nandong did not respond. Fan Zhiyi had become accustomed to his silence. He felt that this man might have reached his rebellious stage a little late, and he always wanted to make himself feel better or punish someone by getting hurt.
Fan Zhiyi said, "Just like the doctor said, what you're doing is wrong. Your body is your own, and if you feel any discomfort, it's your own fault. No one else will care. Now that the medicine has been prescribed, and you've spent so many spirit stones, you must follow the doctor's orders, okay?"
"Yeah." Bing Nandong responded softly, "There aren't really that many reasons. I just don't want to see certain things."
After hearing this, Fan Zhiyi, not being as perceptive as he was, couldn't guess what Bing Nandong meant. He could only treat him sincerely: "On the snowy mountains, you won't see anything you don't want to see anymore, so get well soon."
"But I don't like snow either." Bing Nandong replied seriously.
Fan Zhiyi: "..." If there is no snow on the snow mountain, can it still be called a snow mountain? What can he do? Should everyone move out together?
Bing Nandong didn't hear Fan Zhiyi's words, so he turned around and looked at him: "But it's still pleasing to the eye."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." This guy is so difficult to please, "Also, what's going on with the poison in your body? Do you know what poison you've been poisoned with?"
"have no idea."
This sentence perfectly blocked all of Fan Zhiyi's subsequent questions. Fan Zhiyi suspected that Bing Nandong did it on purpose, but he had no way to deal with him.
Fan Zhiyi sighed, "Don't worry. I will find a better doctor for you later. I will definitely help you remove the poison and will not give up on you."
"I hope so." Bing Nandong replied with just three light words, as if he didn't care.
Fan Zhiyi really doesn't understand Bing Nandong. You say he has figured it out, but he acts like he doesn't care about his body at all. You say he hasn't figured it out, but he asked you to accompany him down the mountain to see a doctor and ask for medicine.
"You can't just hope, you have to trust your teacher."
"Then, Immortal Venerable, could you tell me your real name?" Bing Nandong suddenly stopped and looked straight at Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, his mind blank for a moment before he began to frantically think of a solution. What had just happened? Why was Bing Nandong asking him this question? If it had been anyone else, it would have been fine, but Bing Nandong, the one who was engaged to Cen Jun's brother! And Cen Jun's brother had the same name as him! Wait a minute, Bing Nandong couldn't have been so perceptive as to notice something.
As if to respond to his doubts, Bing Nandong said: "I know a man who once told me a story, a story about a man who used to use the pseudonym Yi Zhifan."
Fan Zhiyi suspected that the person Bing Nandong was talking about was the Fan Zhiyi with the same name and surname. Damn, brother, what on earth have you done? Why, you also like to read your name backwards as an alias, right?
"Re...repeated name, yes, my name is indeed Yi Zhifan, but I rarely use it nowadays."
Bing Nandong didn't speak for a long time. After waiting for about three to five minutes, he suddenly smiled and said, "Oh, it seems that's the case. How dare he offend the Immortal Venerable's name? It's my fault for being so rude."
Fan Zhiyi smiled at him in a somewhat hypocritical manner: "Disciple, let's discuss something. Can you please stop smiling with a fake smile?"
"..." Bing Nandong ignored him and walked away. Fan Zhiyi really didn't understand why he was fine before but was angry again now. Was it just because of a name?
Bing Nandong didn't say a word to Fan Zhiyi the rest of the way, as if he was sulking with himself in secret. Fan Zhiyi tried to find several topics to start a conversation, but all to no avail. He really had no choice but to remain silent, but this silence made him extremely uncomfortable.
Bing Nandong used the remaining spirit stones to go to a clothing store to pick out one or two ordinary new clothes, and then returned to Tianyunmen.
It was already dark. Cen Jun stood at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, holding a lantern, staring longingly at the road back home. He spotted Fan Zhiyi and the others from afar and waved desperately at them, "Master! Senior Brother!"
Then he ran over panting, the lantern in his hand swaying, and the light and shadow hit the left and right, but it finally illuminated a small area.
Fan Zhiyi asked him, "Why don't you stay at home?"
"Disciple came back and saw the note left by Master. It's already late and Master and Senior Brother haven't come back yet, so I came here to pick you up." Cen Jun's face was flushed, and he always had an innocent smile on his face when he spoke.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but pat his head: "Good boy."
Cen Jun seemed to be very pleased with this title. He looked at Bing Nandong and said, "Big Brother, have you had your meal yet? I packed some food from the cafeteria tonight!"
Oh, that's right. Because I didn't feel hungry, Fan Zhiyi forgot to buy food for Bing Nandong today! I am such an unqualified master!
Bing Nandong said, "I'm full."
Fan Zhiyi: "?" He looked at Bing Nandong, wondering what Bing Nandong had eaten to feel full, but it was obvious that Bing Nandong didn't want to say much, so he avoided them and walked up the mountain.
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