When Yan Zhuoxu rushed to the Zen room, Shen Zhiyi was pursing her lips, shaking her head repeatedly at the medicine sent by Shen Bi, and pushing it away with her hand.
Like he was very resistant.
His eyebrows jumped and he strode over the threshold.
One corner of the monk's robe was still wet from the rain.
"Master Kongchen, you're finally here!" Chen Bi put the medicine aside, stood up and saluted, "Please come and see the young lady!"
"She just won't take the medicine."
The tall figure walked to the front of the couch, casting a dark shadow that enveloped Shen Zhiyi.
His eyes fell on the dark medicine for a moment.
Move to her face.
"What's going on?"
There is absolutely no mistake in his medicine.
But she vomited it all out.
Shen Zhiyi frowned and looked at him pitifully, “It’s bitter.”
Yan Zhuoxu: ...
He closed his eyes.
"Good medicine tastes bitter." His voice was cold, but his eyes turned to the Buddhist shrine in the corner of the Zen room.
The small Buddha statue made of clay has lowered eyes and a soft curve at the corners of its lips.
It reveals compassion for all living beings.
Compassion for her.
So should he.
He shifted his gaze to look at Shen Zhiyi and saw that she was still looking at him, without saying a word, but with mist in her eyes.
Yan Zhuoxu pursed his lips.
I don't know when the rain stopped outside.
At this moment he heard the sound of dripping water.
Snap, snap—
Her eyes are actually very bright.
Like glass soaked in water, the light shone timidly, and her eyelashes were as long as butterfly wings, trembling.
Just one glance and even the most aloof and proud god would involuntarily show her a little more mercy.
Yan Zhuoxu rolled up his sleeves and placed some dried licorice slices on the table.
"Put it under your tongue before taking the medicine to reduce the bitter taste."
"Donor, you are not a child anymore. If you continue to be stubborn and refuse to take the medicine, even the gods cannot save you."
He looked indifferent and wanted to leave after he finished speaking.
Shen Zhiyi looked at the licorice slices on the table, his eyes moving.
Reaching out, she grasped the sleeve of his shirt that he had swept past.
The tall figure paused.
Yan Zhuoxu turned slightly, her eyes gloomy, fixed for a moment on the corner of the monk's robe she was holding.
Shen Zhiyi seemed to be burned by that gaze and immediately let go.
She looked up at him as if she were looking at a god.
"Master, you are a great doctor. Would you be so kind as to help me cure this congenital weakness?"
Her tone was soft, filled with cautious pleading.
Yan Zhuoxu turned his hands and hid his sleeves behind his back, away from her touch.
The other hand, however, tightly twisted the Buddhist beads.
If a weak condition carried in the mother's womb needs to be cured, the baby must stay in the temple and recuperate for several months.
He thought of the flickering eternal lamp and looked down at her with an unclear expression.
"I don't want to."
He turned and left.
Shen Zhiyi looked at his back and didn't bother to bother with him any more.
After he completely disappeared from her sight, Shen Bi asked in a low voice: "Miss, what should we do now?"
“No rush.” Shen Zhiyi raised the corners of his lips slightly.
If he had agreed so easily, those people who had come before would not have returned empty-handed.
The fact that he is willing to come here means that there is still hope for her.
She picked up a piece of licorice, pressed it under her tongue, tilted her head back, and drank the black medicine in one gulp.
His brows were furrowed for only a moment, then quickly relaxed.
Shen Zhiyi looked at the empty soup bowl, his expression slightly changed.
As a result...it's not bitter anymore.
*
The next day, Shen Zhiyi got up early.
Yan Zhuoxu's medicine worked very quickly. Not only did she sleep well, but she also regained some strength.
Chen Bi came in from outside.
"Miss, I've already inquired. Master Kongchen is currently alone, sitting in his meditation room."
Shen Zhiyi nodded.
"Have you got the osmanthus flowers I wanted?"
Chen Bi brought a basket of flowers to her and said, "There are several osmanthus trees in the temple. I went out and walked around twice and got so many."
Shen Zhiyi picked up the flower basket and blinked briskly.
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