"Master... Senior Brother, how are you? Let me see your wound..." Yu Jiao's voice trembled. She stretched out her hand to grasp the arrow that was exposed on Cheng Ying's back, but her fingertips were shaking.
Especially when she saw the large stains of blood on his robe, her eyes turned red and she felt dizzy, as if she had returned to the day in her previous life when her senior brother fell in front of her. The pain of helplessness swept over her again.
Cheng Ying held her hand tightly, looked at her eyes filled with tears, forced a pale smile, and comforted her: "Jiaojiao, don't be afraid."
Yu Jiao choked up and said, "Let me see your injury."
Even though Cheng Ying was holding it tightly, she pulled her hand away easily. Yu Jiao's eyes became redder.
She pulled open his clothes on his back and looked at the arrow that had pierced deeply into his back, with half of the arrow shaft inserted into his body. She could no longer hold back her tears.
She hurt him again...
Such a deep arrow wound must have penetrated his bones and pierced into his internal organs. No wonder he grabbed her hand so hard, but she pulled it out easily.
"Why are you crying? I'm fine." Cheng Ying raised her hand with some effort and wiped the tears from her face with her fingertips. "It's my fault. I scared you again."
The more she wiped the tears from her face, the more they appeared. Cheng Ying felt so distressed when she saw her collapsed and helpless expression.
In the past twenty years, he was always worried that if he died in such a tragic way in front of Jiaojiao, without even a word of farewell, it would scare her and that scene would become a nightmare that she would never be able to get rid of.
He often dreamed of the scene before his death. In his dreams, he always tried very hard to reach out and cover Jiaojiao's eyes to prevent her from seeing his ugly and broken appearance covered in blood. However, his powerlessness due to the approaching death made it impossible for him to do this. The reality that had already happened could not be reversed or changed in the dream.
In the dream, his Jiaojiao was so helpless and collapsed, and her eyes filled with tears were exactly the same as they are now.
Now he finally had the chance to say to Jiaojiao the words he had not said in his previous life: "Jiaojiao, don't be sad, and don't feel guilty. Everything I did for you was done willingly. You don't owe me anything. I did this just because I wanted to, just like I forced my own preferences on you regardless of your wishes."
Probably due to excessive blood loss, Cheng Ying's voice began to become weak and his limbs began to lose temperature. He looked at Yu Jiao tenderly and patiently coaxed the sobbing Yu Jiao: "Don't cry, Jiaojiao, it's my fault. I can't be the Fu Chuan I used to be. Love brings selfish desires. I always thought that I had waited for you for so many years, so you should belong to me and you shouldn't like someone else."
“Brother, stop talking. I’ll help you remove the arrow and heal your wound.” Yu Jiao hugged his shaky body, not knowing whether she was comforting herself or talking to Cheng Ying. She choked up and said, “You’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. I’ll help you heal your wound…”
But she was devastated to find that there was no medical kit, her scalpel was not with her, her needle bag was not with her, she had nothing at hand, nothing at all...
He could only weakly grasp the half-exposed arrow.
Cheng Ying leaned in her arms, half-knelt on the ground somewhat powerlessly, looked at her hands full of bright red blood, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped it off her fingers, saying softly: "It was my senior brother who was too selfish. He couldn't bear to see you being with other men. He was jealous to the point of going crazy and did so many things that disregarded your wishes. Jiaojiao, I'm sorry."
“Stop talking, stop talking…” Yu Jiao cried out to the surroundings, “Save him, please, someone come and save him, is there any medicine…”
Everyone she passed by looked at each other in bewilderment. Huang Sanniang couldn't bear it and quickly handed her a bottle of medicine, "I only have gold wound medicine here."
Yu Jiao took it and sprinkled it on the wound with trembling fingers. The powder was quickly washed away by the overflowing blood. Without pulling out the arrow, there was no way to stop the bleeding.
She raised her head and looked in the direction of Yu Qizhe. The familiar face in her tearful eyes became blurred. There was only a tall figure standing silently not far away. Yu Jiao collapsed and desperately asked him for help: "Yu Qizhe, can you save my senior brother, please save him?"
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