"you!"
Xue Qinglan used strength in her hands, and almost instinctively pushed him away with a palm, but she quickly realized that, she closed her hands, held his arms instead, and asked in panic, "You... it's okay?"
As soon as the words came out, he felt that something was wrong, as if he was worried about this person, so he simply shut his mouth and tried his best to help Wen Heng into the room. However, this room was really rudimentary. There was only a bare bench beside the table, and there was not even a reliable chair back. Xue Qinglan was afraid that if he let go of Wen Heng and then fell under the table, he had no choice but to drag and shove him. Got into bed.
He grabbed the only pillow and put it behind him, subconsciously trying to check the temperature of Heng's forehead, and with a flick of his finger, he shrank back.
Over and over again, an unspeakable anger rose in his heart, but he couldn't just leave the patient here and walk away. Wen Heng coughed for a while, his dizziness became more serious, his eyes were straight, and he saw him standing beside the bed unhappily. I don't know who provoked him. She said with concern: "Cough... what's wrong with you?"
have to. Xue Qinglan thought, don't try, this person must be confused.
He didn't have the same knowledge as a sick cat, so he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said coldly, "Put out your hand, and I'll give you a pulse."
Wen Heng has a problem. As long as he doesn't lose consciousness and let others play with it, he will never show weakness, especially when he is sick. He didn't want to move the crowd because of a little bit of wind and cold. After listening to Xue Qinglan's words, instead of reaching out, he pulled the quilt to cover himself, and coughed: "No, it's just a cold, and it will be better in a day."
"It won't be good." Xue Qinglan frowned, "It will burn stupid."
Wen Heng said: "I have a plan in mind... cough, don't bother you."
Xue Qinglan's hand behind him could hardly hold back, and he wanted to tap the side of his neck to make this shameless person shut up from now on.
"Since you can't trust me, please ask a tutor to see the doctor." He was about to leave, "I will pack your medicine until the illness is cured."
Before he finished speaking, Wen Heng coughed violently again, and had to raise his hand to his lips. Xue Qinglan's eyes were quick and his hands were fast, and he pulled down his wrist. The skin of the two suddenly touched, and the heat and cold were agitated. The pulse instantly closed to the heartbeat, and the extremely subtle tremor seemed to explode under his fingertips.
Xue Qinglan threw away his hand as if he was being burned, and he could hardly hide his panic, turned around and left: "Wait a minute, I'll go get the medicine..."
Wen Heng was so ill that he couldn't hear his voice fully, but the word "take medicine" was like a poisonous needle, which precisely pierced his most vulnerable nerve. He almost bounced off the bed, grabbed Xue Qinglan, and said sharply, "Don't go!"
Just when he felt the pulse just now, it was just a touch, but he grabbed Xue Qinglan's wrist firmly in his palm, pulling him to stumble a few steps and almost tripped. On Wen Heng's body.
"you-"
"Don't go..."
Xue Qinglan could feel his hot palm pressing against his wrist bone, his five fingers gripping tightly like iron pliers, and there was even an indescribable despair in his movements, as if he was not going to get medicine, but to go to the hospital. die.
It was as if he had been immobilized by someone, and he couldn't even break free. Ren Wen Heng held his wrist and looked into his dim eyes with cold star-like eyes. After a long silence, he said, "I will be back. ."
This sentence seemed to be squeezed out of his heart, and the voice was almost inaudible. Wen Heng felt a rare comfort in his eyes, but before he could chew this whisper, Xue Qinglan suddenly looked in front of him. He waved, a strange fragrance wafted into his sleeves, Wen Heng's eyes darkened, and he immediately fell into a drowsiness.
Xue Qinglan opened his clenched fingers one by one, removed Wen Heng from him, helped him lie down, and wrapped the quilt tightly to his chin. When he fell asleep, he dared to reach out and touch the man's forehead, test the temperature, and gently brushed the stray hair in front of him.
"You..."
A sigh landed on his pillow, and then dissipated quietly.
When Wen Heng woke up again, the heavy feeling of filling his limbs with lead had dissipated, the headache eased a little, and his body warmed up. A strong fragrance of medicine floated in, accompanied by the surrounding low whispers: "…Thank you Xue. Physician, work hard."
"It's just a lot of work, so why should my nephew be polite. My apprentice is still good enough, and I know some medical skills, so let him stay here to help take care of my nephew Yue."
A muffled voice said, "Yes."
"Trouble you two, Doctor Xue, please."
Wen Heng listened attentively, and only opened his eyes when the door was closed and the two people talking outside completely left. Xue Qinglan walked over to the bed with the medicine bowl in hand, and when she lowered her head, she just met the look he was looking at, her hands trembled in fright, and she almost spilled the medicine.
Facing him at this moment, Wen Heng regained his sanity, and suddenly remembered his actions before he fell asleep. He just said that his abnormality scared Xue Qinglan, and said apologetically, "I fainted before, no offense, I'm sorry."
Xue Qinglan didn't expect that he would bring this up again, so he didn't want to say more and more mistakes, so he nodded, reached out and handed the bowl to Wen Heng, motioning him to take medicine.
Wen Heng thanked him, took the medicine and drank it. Seeing that Xue Qinglan didn't seem to want to pay attention to him, he thought it was his anger that had not subsided, so he apologized again: "Yesterday's incident was a misunderstanding. Several brothers and sisters are not malicious, please don't mind. I will compensate you for them."
Xue Qinglan's face was sullen and gloomy, and it felt as if he couldn't speak if he didn't hold it like this. "Fake affection" has become the usual face when facing strangers. Can't stop, the mouth is affectionate, in fact, is constantly pushing others away.
"Don't worry about it when you're sick." Xue Qinglan said coolly, "I'm not angry, I don't need your fake courtesy."
"..." Wen Heng was choked by him, and smiled bitterly, "What Junior Brother taught is that I must follow the doctor's orders."
"I came to call you earlier because the tutor was entrusted by Elder Qin and wanted to see a doctor for you." Xue Qinglan asked, "I see your pulse, it seems that you have suffered from the root cause of the cold in the past. What is the symptom?"
"It's not this." Wen Heng said calmly, "It's because my physique is naturally different from ordinary people, so I can't practice martial arts."
Xue Qinglan was startled and glanced at the long sword beside the bed: "But you are not..."
Wen Heng followed his line of sight and explained: "You can practice swords without internal strength, but you can only get the surface, not the inside, and it is difficult to compete with the masters."
Xue Qinglan murmured: "So it is."
"Huh?" Wen Heng asked, "What's that 'so'?"
He had no intention of saying a word, his eyes fluttered immediately, and he replied as if nothing had happened: "No wonder Master is willing to promise Elder Qin. I think he has never seen this kind of symptoms before." After speaking, he stopped talking about it. He exhorted: "Your disease is an exogenous wind evil, which affects the root of the previous disease. You need two bowls of medicine a day, meditation and cultivation, and you can get out of bed after three days. I will come every morning and evening to make medicine, so you don't have to interfere. "
Although he was young, he was serious and neat when he told the patient with a sullen face. Wen Heng was arranged clearly and clearly, and while he was restrained, he had an inexplicable sense of freshness.
It may be that Xue Qinglan really doesn't look like a doctor. In Wen Heng's eyes, he is still a half-year-old boy, his face is fierce, but his heart is soft. There is clearly concern in his eyes, and he has to pretend to be indifferent.
After Xue Qinglan instructed him, she turned to leave, and suddenly remembered and asked one more question: "You can't get out of bed, how do you arrange three meals a day?"
Wen Heng blinked, returning blank and innocent eyes.
"...Okay." Xue Qinglan said helplessly, "I see."
He closed the door and left, taking away the last bit of heat and popularity, and the room became quiet again. Wen Heng stared at the empty medicine bowl beside the table in a daze, but what he thought was that Xue Qinglan's master was Xue Ci, the famous "master of immortality".
Reason is clear and clear, but there is always a layer of doubts floating in his heart, shrouding his thoughts like a veil.
Xue Qinglan couldn't match A Que either in terms of origin or personality, but the two of them had an indescribable similarity, especially when they met at first sight or were vaguely distinguished, they always made him misunderstand them unconsciously.
How could he be mistaken
There was a fluttering sound outside the window, it seemed that a bird was flying from the treetops and fluttering its wings, Wen Heng suddenly woke up from his contemplation, and suddenly smiled like a self-deprecating smile.
Even though Xue Qinglan and A Que are three-pointed, it is not after all, he does not have to force the relationship between the two to find a grand excuse for his obsession.
In the winter of these years, every few days, even if Wen Heng saw the mountain wind and white snow, Wen Heng would still think of the time when he was fleeing, and what was unforgettable was not only the parting of life and death, but also the powerless himself. And this year, this memory is particularly thrilling, probably because I happened to be sick, and there happened to be a young man of the same age beside me.
For the next three days, Xue Qinglan would come to the door to decoct medicine every day, and deliver meals by the way. The more they get along, the more Wen Heng observes: Xue Qinglan is not very talkative and has a cold temper. The only time he showed impatience in front of Wen Heng was when he first met him and slammed the door and left. After that, although the two of them got along with each other, although there were often differences of words and choking on each other, they rarely turned their faces.
During this period, Xue Ci consulted him once again, but there was nothing unexpected, and there was nothing he could do. However, when Wen Heng routinely greeted him, he occasionally mentioned Xue Qinglan. Xue Ci didn't mind his apprentice hanging out with him all day, and even said kindly: "This child has lived in the mountains since he was a child, and has no playmates of the same age. Dealing with medicinal herbs in the daytime, his personality is inevitably a little withdrawn. It is rare that he can make a friend like you.
After he left, Xue Qinglan entered the door, raised the teapot and poured a glass of water for Wen Heng, her face was as usual, but her hands were shaking, and she even spilled a small half of the glass.
"What's wrong?" Wen Heng asked sharply immediately, "Is it not hot?"
Xue Qinglan pursed her lips and said, "Accidentally."
Wen Heng didn't know why he suddenly became nervous, so he deliberately teased him: "Just now I mentioned you to Shenyi Xue. He said that you stayed here all day, just for fun, and asked me to urge you not to waste your homework."
Xue Qinglan knew he was talking nonsense as soon as he heard it, but his hands stopped shaking, and handed him the cup: "Really?"
Wen Heng asked with great interest, "What homework do you usually do, memorize the "Medicine Classic", cut medicinal herbs, or go into the mountains to dig for herbs?"
Xue Qinglan was silent for a while, before saying, "It's almost... it's all boring."
Without waiting for Wen Heng's questioning, he retrieved Wen Heng's empty cup, folded it upside down in the tea tray, and forcibly ended the topic. He said lightly and unquestionably, "There will be a celebration tomorrow, don't worry about it, rest early."