Jiang Rao was speechless for a moment as if she had lost her voice.
On March 9th, she broke out in a cold sweat in the heavy snow.
He, why is he here
She quickly rolled down from his body, bent down to pull him up, but saw his eyes closed, and he looked fainted.
Jiang Rao was in a hurry.
She quickly put his arm on her shoulder, trying to use her body as a support, trying to prop him up.
But although he is physically weak, he is a full head taller than Jiang Rao, and the muscles he trained in martial arts back then are also solid, and it is not something that a weak and weak girl like Jiang Rao can support alone.
Jiang Rao turned her head to call Ming Shao, "Ming Shao, come and help me."
Ming Shao heard the sound and came over, his fingers were about to touch Rong Ting's arm, but Rong Ting's eyes suddenly opened, the eyes were so dark that they looked like poisonous snakes that had just crawled out of the dark night, and there was a dense fog inside. Essentially, "Don't touch me."
The dull voice was weak, and he coughed heavily during the period, but it was full of cold warnings.
Ling Ming Shao's hand froze suddenly in mid-air, and then flinched back.
Jiang Rao recalled his strange habit of not liking others approaching, and became trembling for a moment, thinking whether to let go of her arms around his waist and his shoulders while he was not paying attention.
But when she was hesitating, he leaned over and put all his body weight on her.
His cheek was pressed against her shoulder blades, his head rested sideways on her shoulder, a few strands of messy long hair fell to her chest, and when he closed his eyes, the bloodlust and brutality just now disappeared. , just a poor sick beauty.
The rapid breathing sounded like she was enduring great pain, and the slightly hot breath wrapped around Jiang Rao's neck, making her skin itchy.
Jiang Rao seemed to think of something at this moment—
When she fell, she probably hit his injured legs.
She suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave, and turned her head to call Ming Shao, "Ming Shao, please go to the doctor!"
…
Before the old doctor arrived, Rong Ting passed out completely.
Jiang Rao was so anxious that she became an ant on the hot pot. She carried him alone, stopped at a step, gritted her teeth and carried him into his room, and put him on the bed in the room, sweating from exhaustion.
After the old doctor came, Jiang Rao stood by, anxiously waiting for the old doctor's diagnosis.
She lay on the side of the bed, anxious, she wanted to ask the old doctor how the boy was doing, but she was afraid that she would disturb the old doctor by making a noise, so she bit her lip and dared not make a sound.
The old doctor frowned the whole time, and after seeing Rong Ting's consultation, he kept shaking his head.
Jiang Rao immediately asked: "Doctor, his leg..."
The old doctor interrupted her, frowned and said: "Why are you so careless? Even if he is your future husband and you have a closer relationship with him, you shouldn't just jump on him!"
"Huh?" Future husband? Jiang Rao was taken aback for a moment, and then her fair face immediately turned red, "No, not mine, future husband..."
She didn't jump on him either...
"No?" The old doctor muttered, but his eyes were quite suspicious.
The last time he came to the clinic, the young boy on the bed didn't drink any medicines from anyone except her, and only had a close relationship with her. Seeing her nervousness again today, he felt that their relationship was unusual, seeing that they were both young, Before they reached the age of marriage, they thought they would be an unmarried couple...
Besides, the two look so well matched, it's a bit weird to say that they are not a fiancé couple...
Jiang Rao didn't know what the old doctor was thinking, so she blushed and shyly pressed her heart, and asked the old doctor, "Doctor, tell me quickly, is there anything wrong with his leg?"
The old doctor sighed, "His leg injury has obviously improved in the past few days, but today he was hit by a heavy object, I'm afraid..."
The heavy object, namely Jiang Rao, sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant.
The word "I'm afraid" made the question in her throat seem to be extremely heavy, a little hoarse, "Yes, can it never get better?"
The old doctor’s tone was heavy, and he lamented: “There is nothing I can do. Maybe it’s Hua Tuo’s rebirth, so that he can heal his leg injury. How about this, I’ll prescribe some medicine, let him relieve the pain first, Wake up quickly, for the rest, I am old and weak, and there is nothing I can do to help."
Jiang Rao froze all over.
She looked at Rong Ting tremblingly.
He was sleeping with his eyes closed, his face was pale, and there was a sickness all over his body. If he didn't have this sickness, he wouldn't know how lively and energetic he would be.
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Jiang Rao felt great regret in his heart.
If he had known she shouldn't have bothered him.
Since I met him, the two times he fainted were related to her. In order not to be retaliated against, she said she wanted to be nice to him, but now it was her who caused his legs to be healed no longer...
The sense of guilt weighed on her body like a boulder, and the sweeping remorse almost swallowed her to the point of suffocation.
The long eyelashes were gradually soaked with tears, and two lines of tears flowed silently along her red eye sockets.
…
After returning home, Jiang Rao locked herself in her father's study to read medical books and classics like a patient who went to the doctor in a hurry.
But she crouched to read these two pages of medical books temporarily, how could she dare to match the skills of an old doctor who has practiced medicine for a lifetime.
The old doctor said that the disease that can't be cured is just that it can't be cured.
Jiang Rao knew this clearly in her heart, but it was precisely because she knew so clearly that she became more sour and desperate, and refused to give up struggling. In just two days, she lost weight quickly, and the baby fat on her cheeks disappeared visibly with the naked eye. , the original bright and moving face, a little more sad and haggard.
She didn't go to see that boy these few days, because she was afraid of him before, but now, she is a sinner who ruined his life, how can she have the face to see him
Jiang Rao even hated her dreams.
So what if you know what happened next? So what if you do your best? Even though she racked her brains to change the ending of the dream, the ending of every dream has not changed in the end, but it is the same goal by different routes. In that case, what was the use of her dreams
She was in a gloomy mood for several days, until that night, she had another dream.
In the dream, I dreamed that I found a way to cure the boy's leg injury.
There is a famous genius doctor in Dazhao named Ren Fuqing, who can cure almost any disease, but he is unruly by nature, just like her father when he was young. He only works as a traveling doctor, and has set a rule for himself: he will not enter Jinling in this life.
Recently, it happened that this person passed through Yecheng.
But because of the heavy snow, although Miracle Doctor Ren passed through Yecheng, he took a detour.
Jiang Rao watched him go away in a dream, but there was nothing she could do. She was so anxious that she vomited blood and woke up in the middle of the night in shock.
In the darkness where no fingers could be seen, Jiang Rao sat on the bed with a beating heart. She stretched out her hand to hold down the chaotic beating heart, and said obsessively: "Ren Fuqing..."
Before waking up, there was still one last picture in her mind——
The carriage she was riding in drove over the snow-covered mountain road and rushed down the cliff at the corner.
But Jiang Rao can't care so much now.
As soon as she thought that the miracle doctor who could heal the boy's leg injury was about to pass by here, the depression that had been pent up in her heart for several days was swept away, and was replaced by a kind of ecstasy and urgent hope.