As soon as she entered the door, Shen Ning was choked by the smell of medicine, but she did not stop and walked into the bedroom inside.
There were several small red clay stoves burning in the room, and a medicine jar was placed on each small stove, which was constantly emitting white steam.
Before Mo Chuan and her arrived, Xiao Si and Zhui Feng were making medicine.
On the bed, Dr. Zhang was bending over to give Chu Shaobai acupuncture. He didn't hear Shen Ning's footsteps coming in. He just concentrated on administering the acupuncture without even raising his head.
He had disheveled white hair and beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked completely different from the usual neatly dressed old doctor.
Shen Ning's eyes just glanced at Doctor Zhang. She did not disturb him, and stood quietly in front of the couch, staring intently at Chu Shaobai, who was lying motionless on the couch.
If Mo Chuan hadn't told her that he was very thin now... so thin that he was almost inhuman form, she would really not have believed that this body that was as thin as a handful of bones was Shao Bai.
Her body swayed slightly and she almost lost her footing.
A strong arm supported her behind her.
Mo Chuan stood behind her. He put one of his hands around her waist and let her lean against his chest. Then he and her quietly looked at Chu Shaobai on the bed.
"Shaobai, is he really Shaobai?" Her lips moved, and her voice was so soft that she couldn't even hear it.
Mo Chuan's hand around her waist tightened slightly, and then nodded.
Shen Ning closed her eyes involuntarily, then calmed down and opened them again.
Chu Shaobai on the bed was really thin, with sunken cheeks and protruding eye sockets. His complexion was sallow, his eyes were tightly closed, and his chest was flat and seemed to have no ups and downs.
He just lay there, looking lifeless, like a corpse without breathing or warmth.
She saw that his chest was bandaged with thick gauze. It was the sword wound he sustained deliberately to save her...
Is it because of this sword wound that he turned into such a living dead
Shen Ning didn't believe it!
The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground. The only sound was Doctor Zhang's breathing.
Xiao Si and Zhui Feng followed the room quietly. The two of them had a tacit understanding and didn't say anything. They just squatted by the stove silently and looked after the medicine in the medicine jar.
Doctor Zhang's acupuncture movements became slower and slower, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more. In the end, he seemed to be very labored.
Everyone in the room stared at him until he finished inserting the last needle, took a long breath, and then sat back.
Mo Chuan stretched out his hand and gently supported him on his back. Doctor Zhang stood firm, turned around, and was suddenly surprised.
"Your Majesty!" Doctor Zhang was so surprised that he couldn't speak.
Then he saw Shen Ning again, and his jaw widened, thinking that he was dreaming.
"Mr. Zhang, Shao Bai, he... can get better, right?" Mo Chuan spoke slowly.
Doctor Zhang instinctively wanted to shake his head, but when he saw Shen Ning next to him, his neck froze and he said vaguely:
"Jing'an Wang Jiren and God bless him, he is still so young, he...maybe he will be fine."
It's just that he himself had no confidence in what he said, and how could the people next to him not understand the truth.
Mo Chuan's heart suddenly sank, and a hint of pain flashed in his eyes.
Zhuifeng and Xiaosi also lowered their heads sadly, feeling unspeakably sad in their hearts.