Chapter 149 Fool
Chu Yue's low roar was like an ice spike hitting the ground, crisp and calm.
Chen He quickly used all his strength to hold down Xue Minglan's twitching limbs.
Immediately afterwards, Xue Minglan let out a sound like a broken bellows from his throat, and his breath was choked, and it seemed that he was about to die!
"Dantian!"
Chu Yue's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and she dropped the second golden needle without hesitation!
"Baihui!"
The third shot!
"Qi Hai!"
The fourth shot!
Every time she placed a needle, it was like a life-and-death gamble with the King of Hell!
As the golden needle pierced the body, an invisible airflow protected Xue Minglan's shaky internal organs, forcibly channeling the violently conflicting medicinal and toxic forces in his body that were enough to destroy everything!
How can this be called medical skill?
This is clearly a magical skill!
It's like walking on the edge of a knife, it's like snatching someone from the hands of death!
Chu Yue's gaze was like a knife, fixed on Xue Mingtan.
His complexion, his pulse, the contraction of his pupils, and even the color of his poisonous sweat, every subtle change from dark purple to light black, were reflected exactly in her clear eyes.
"Ginseng soup!"
She turned her head suddenly and shouted at Shen He!
"Hold on to his last breath!"
Chen He shuddered and immediately took the warm ginseng soup that had been prepared beside him, scooped it up with a small spoon, and brought it to Xue Minglan's lips with trembling hands.
His teeth were clenched so tightly that the soup couldn't enter his mouth.
"Xue Minglan!"
Chen He's voice was tearful, almost begging.
"Drink it! Drink it for me!"
As if hearing her voice, the tightly closed, bloody lips actually opened a little bit miraculously.
Chen He didn't dare to delay and quickly fed him the ginseng soup spoonful by spoonful carefully.
He swallowed the boiling ginseng soup mixed with the blood from the corner of his mouth.
That was his only chance of survival at the moment.
Chu Yue looked at this scene, her eyes moved slightly, but her hands did not stop moving at all.
She is like the only unmovable helmsman in the stormy sea. Every time she drops a needle, every time she gives an order, it is precise to the millimeter.
"The strength of the left shoulder is reduced by half!"
"Hold his legs down, don't let him break them!"
"The poisonous sweat has become lighter... the drug is taking effect..."
Her voice became the only order in this purgatory.
And Chen He became Xue Minglan's only light in this endless pain.
He never closed his eyes.
Those beast-like eyes, piercing through the dripping blood and sweat, crossing the boundary between life and death, just stared at her infatuatedly and stubbornly.
As if to say——
Don't be afraid.
I can't die with you here.
Time passes inch by inch in this extreme pain and suffering.
The thick night outside the window finally began to fade away.
The sky quietly turned pale.
"Duh."
There was an almost inaudible sound.
The last drop of purple-black poisonous sweat seeped out from Xue Minglan's fingertips, dripped into the gap of the bed, and instantly corroded into a wisp of green smoke.
The body that was as tense as a bow and the terrifyingly violent convulsions finally subsided slowly.
Only the slightest, almost imperceptible tremor remained.
The terrifying blood vessels that had bulged and twisted under his skin calmed down.
The abnormal purple color on his face was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Instead, there was an almost transparent paleness and an extreme weakness as if all life force had been drained away.
The clenched teeth finally loosened.
The whole person looked like he had been fished out of water of blood. He was exhausted and limp, sinking into the bed and gently closing his eyes.
Very weak.
But that weak breath, miraculously, became steady and long.
Chu Yue moved.
She moved like lightning, quickly taking out all the silver and gold needles from his body.
When the last golden needle protecting her heart meridian left her body, she seemed to have lost all her strength and staggered back a step.
A long, foul breath that had been suppressed all night finally came out of her chest heavily.
His tense shoulders slumped.
The bone-deep exhaustion instantly overwhelmed her like a tide.
She looked at Chen He, who was almost exhausted beside the bed.
He looked at Xue Minglan, who was sleeping unconscious on the bed with a bloody pinch mark on his arm.
At this moment, those eyes that were usually cold and clear were filled with indescribable shock and admiration.
She took two steps closer, her voice very low, but with a hint of trembling as if she had survived a disaster.
"It's done."
Hearing these two words, Shen He's nerves, which were stretched to the extreme, buzzed and almost broke.
Her legs went weak and she almost collapsed to the ground.
"The poison has been mostly eliminated."
Chu Yue's voice was filled with a sincere, even astonishing respect.
She paused, her eyes fixed on Xue Minglan's pale but finally lively face.
"This kind of pain is so painful that it gnaws into my bones and sears my heart."
Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
"It's no exaggeration to say it's the torture of the eighteen levels of hell."
"Ordinary people would probably collapse mentally and scream and wail miserably after the first wave of pain, until they die of exhaustion..."
Chu Yue slowly shook her head, her tone full of complete disbelief.
"he……"
"He actually..."
"From beginning to end, not a single cry was uttered!"
This last sentence is very powerful!
Chu Yue's gaze finally fell on Xue Minglan's arm, which was bloody from pinching himself.
On it, purple finger marks and dried blood were intertwined, which was shocking.
Then, her gaze slowly shifted to Shen He's face.
That look was so complicated that it was hard to describe.
There was shock, admiration, and a hint of understanding.
Chu Yue took out a small white jade porcelain bottle from the medicine box and handed it over.
"Golden wound medicine."
“The best.”
"First, use warm water to clean the blood stains."
"Then, sprinkle the powder evenly on it."
"Remember, be gentle."
Her voice returned to its usual calmness, but with a hint of warmth.
"Now, it hurts to touch him."
Chen He took the medicine bottle woodenly, his fingertips cold.
She walked to the bed, brought some clean water and wrung out the handkerchief.
When the warm handkerchief gently touched the messy wound, Xue Minglan, who was in a coma, frowned painfully with his thick black eyebrows.
A suppressed groan escaped from his throat.
Chen He's heart also twitched violently.
Her movements became softer and more cautious.
Chu Yue stood quietly aside, watching this scene.
The night is too quiet.
It was so quiet that one could hear the crackling sound of the burning candle and Shen He's disordered breathing, which he tried hard to suppress.
“Miss Shen.”
Chu Yue suddenly spoke.
"The purple marrow poison is extremely powerful. Although the silver spirit grass is its nemesis, it can only remove the main poison."
Chu Yue spoke slowly.
"The remaining residual poison will lurk in his limbs, bones, and meridians."
"He still needs to come to me for acupuncture every once in a while, and I can't guarantee that I can eliminate it. Without the Silver Spirit Grass, the pain will be even worse than it was tonight."
Chen He's shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly.
Chu Yue's gaze became deep.
"Ordinary people can't make it through this."
"But Captain Xue is no ordinary man."
"In his heart..."
Chu Yue paused, and spoke every word clearly.
“I have an obsession.”
“There are people I can’t let go of.”
These words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Shen He's mind.
She suddenly looked up and looked at Chu Yue.
Chu Yue's eyes were calm and clear.
“Miss Shen, doctors treat the body, not the heart.”
“But sometimes, the heart is the best medicine.”
"That ruthlessness of his, who would rather hurt himself than hurt you in the slightest..."
"Not for survival."
She looked into Shen He's eyes with a firm determination.
"It's for you."
Chen He recalled the humiliation and pain in his eyes when he told her that he was poisoned by the purple marrow poison in the teahouse that day, which made her not know how to accept such a relationship.
"It's almost dawn, I have to go."
Chu Yue retracted her gaze and picked up the medicine box.
"Remember, drink ginseng soup every day to keep yourself alive."
After she finished speaking, she did not stop, her figure flashed, and she disappeared in the dim light of the cold palace like a ghost.
In the huge palace, only Chen He and Xue Minglan who was sleeping on the bed were left.
Also, there was the lingering, strong smell of blood and medicine that filled the room.
Chen He sat blankly by the bed for a long time, without moving.
Her gaze fell on Xue Minglan's face, which was as pale as paper.
Those eyes that always burned with paranoia were now tightly closed.
Long, thick eyelashes cast a fragile shadow under the eyelids.
All the violence and perversity have faded away, leaving only a heart-pounding weakness.
Chen He stretched out his hand, his fingertips hovering above his furrowed brows.
Hesitated for a long time.
Finally, it fell gently.
I want to soothe the pain in his dream.
"Xue Minglan..."
She unconsciously murmured his name in a voice that only she could hear.
"You... lunatic."
"……Fool."
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