Chu Shaoyang seemed to be impatient. He raised his hand and pinched Chu Shaobai's nose, forcing him to open his mouth. He picked up the soup bowl and poured it into his mouth.
At this moment, he suddenly felt numbness in the Tanzhong point on his chest, and then he could no longer move.
He opened his big eyes and stared at Chu Shaobai who was very close.
"I'm sorry, third brother, I lied to you, but I can't let Ning'er die like this."
Chu Shaobai's index finger pointed at Chu Shaoyang's chest, and he slowly withdrew his hand. The pointing point just now had used up all his internal strength. Although he used a bitter trick, the sword suffered Seriously injured but not fake.
He stood up from the bed staggeringly, feeling that his whole body was weak and weak. Due to the blood loss, his eyesight turned black and it seemed that he might fall down at any time. He felt extremely tired and just wanted to close his eyes and sleep well. After a while, I slept without caring about anything.
But he knew that as soon as he closed his eyes, he might never wake up again.
Chu Shaobai raised his hand and pressed hard on the wound on his chest. A sharp pain made his whole body twitch, but because of this sharp pain, his tiredness was driven away.
He took a deep breath and took the soup bowl from Chu Shaoyang's hand, being careful not to spill a drop.
This soup bowl contained the elixir that could save her life. He had to hurry up and send it to the palace to feed her.
When Chu Shaobai raised his eyes, he met Chu Shaoyang's gaze staring at him. The gaze was so cold, sharp and emotionless, completely different from the concerned and anxious gaze just now.
His heart ached severely.
"Third brother, I'm sorry for you. When I save Ning'er, I will confess my fault to you. When the time comes, you will be beaten and punished. I will never complain. Third brother, don't blame me. You can bear not to save me." Ning'er, but I can't do it..."
Chu Shaobai closed his eyes.
He knew that what he had done had created a deep gap between their siblings. His third brother... might never forgive him in this life, but he had to do it. He would never be able to see him. Don't save me!
He took off the white robe that was stained with blood, tore off a piece of the hem, randomly wrapped it around the wound on his chest, and tied a knot.
Then he found a Chu Shaoyang gown in the room and put it on to cover the wound on his chest.
Except for looking a little pale, he looked the same as usual.
He carefully carried the soup bowl and walked out without looking back.
*
In Guanju Palace, Ye Tingxuan held the gold medal left by Mo Chuan in his hand, standing at the door of the dormitory, looking at the dark night, his heart was as dark as the night.
He had been thinking about who the murderer was and the motive for the murder, but he could never find a clue.
In the dormitory, Doctor Zhang stood by Shen Ning's bed, sighing constantly.
He had tried every method he could think of to force the poison out of her body, but all to no avail.
Because snake venom is different from other poisons, it can quickly paralyze a person's nerve center after entering the blood. If Shen Ning had not taken a bowl of snow ginseng soup, she would have died from the snake venom.
Although he has superb medical skills, he can't save a dying person.
Now he only hopes that Xiao Si and Zhui Feng can obtain the legendary resurrecting artifacts such as Millennium Poria and Shouwu, but he also knows that this hope is too slim.