Inside the Zen room, the light was as dim as a bean.
After Shen Zhiyi took the pill given by Yan Zhuoxu, his cough and asthma improved a lot.
But he was still lying on the couch, barely breathing.
She side-glanced at the gold thread wrapped around her wrist bone.
My gaze followed the figure outside and I saw a figure sitting upright on a cushion behind the folding screen.
Tall, majestic and vast, it stands still like a solitary pine tree.
She moved her fingertips curiously.
"Donor, don't move." Yan Zhuoxu said in a deep voice, holding the other end of the golden thread.
His voice was calm, yet it carried a power.
Make people obey involuntarily.
Shen Zhiyi lowered his eyes and stopped moving.
There was a flash of light in his eyes.
As the rumors say, this Master Kongchen is not interested in women, and even...
Avoid women as if they were a flood or a beast.
Although ordinary doctors do not touch the skin when taking the pulse, they will put a handkerchief on the wrist, so that they can at least get close to the patient, feel the body temperature, and look at the face.
He is fine.
He put up a screen and used a thread to diagnose the patient's pulse.
I can't even see it.
You can't even touch it.
Shen Zhiyi sighed very lightly.
The golden thread trembled slightly.
Yan Zhuoxu pinched and pressed with his fingertips, easily detecting her pulse from the subtle fluctuations.
It floats wet and powerless, like the sand in a shallow stream, lingering into the bones.
The slender finger bones paused slightly.
Yan Zhuoxu opened his eyes halfway, and the cold expression on his face faded a little.
It was indeed as she said, a weakness she had acquired from the womb.
I think that he and his mother were killed before he was even born.
Judging from her symptoms, I think her mother has passed away long ago.
Yan Zhuoxu's eyebrows moved slightly.
Suddenly I remembered what Shufeng said.
The eldest sister takes the bride away.
Rumors and stigma.
Shen Zhiyi's frail figure suddenly entered his mind.
He easily sketched out her situation of being neglected and begging for a husband in the harem as a concubine's daughter.
The high level of guard in my heart was lowered a little.
She wasn't one to bother getting close to him.
You can treat her as an ordinary person and there is no need to be so hostile and wary of her.
Yan Zhuoxu lowered the golden thread.
He rested his wrist on his knee and said calmly, "Your cough is caused by catching a cold and being tired. I think it's because you knelt in the hall for too long today."
"I have two prescriptions here. Take one today, and take the other home. Drink it for three days in a row. It will ensure you good health for years, and you will never cough or asthma again."
"Donor, finish drinking the medicine and go down the mountain immediately."
Shen Zhiyi coughed twice more.
"Thank you, Master."
Her voice was very soft, like the night wind, gently blowing past, but with a bit of delicate breathing, crawling into people's hearts like an ant.
The candlelight on the wall flickered for a moment.
Yan Zhuoxu lowered his eyes, his emotions unclear.
Chen Bi begged anxiously, "Master Kongchen, my young lady is weak. How can she go down the mountain in this state?"
"Master, please be kind enough to let Miss spend one night in this Zen room..."
"Chen Bi." Shen Zhiyi interrupted her with a light cough, "Master has already saved my life, so please don't bother me too much."
"But it's still raining heavily outside!" Chen Bi said anxiously.
Shen Zhiyi struggled to get up and lay down on the couch, "I said, Master likes quietness, you can't, ahem... you can't disturb him..."
Boom——
Thunder rumbles, and clouds bring rain.
Lightning illuminated the Zen room for a moment, casting her frail, half-crouching figure on the screen.
Her black hair flows down and her neck is slender.
Her shoulders and back were as thin as butterfly wings, and as she bent down, they outlined a fragile and startling curve.
It looks like a delicate flower trapped on a screen.
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