Zhu Yan looked at Xing Ying's running back, his handsome face full of worry, and sighed: "It's my fault too. I've noticed that his appetite is not normal, why didn't I pay more attention to him!"
Xia Yuanqiu was silent in thought, constantly studying the treatment plan in his mind. In modern times, an operation could solve the problem, but here, there are too many things missing, and the operation cannot be done at all. Her Nine Yins The acupoint jumping acupuncture technique in Jiuyang acupuncture can effectively inhibit the spread of cancer cells, but it cannot remove existing cancer cells in the body. Moreover, the suppression by acupuncture is only temporary, and it is impossible to rely on acupuncture for the rest of your life. After a long time, this technique will fail and become useless.
Therefore, she had to find a treatment option that could completely eradicate the disease without surgery.
When Xing Ying returned to Baili Mansion, he was already 70% drunk. Although he was 70% drunk, his mind was still clear and his mind was filled with images of him dying. He was not afraid of death, but was afraid of the sadness of the living.
A light and delicate figure floated over, and a light and familiar fragrance blew into his nostrils. He knew who it was without opening his eyes. He didn't know how to face him at this time, so he could only pretend to sleep.
Xing Fang reached out and patted his cheek, and muttered: "How much wine have you drunk? Why are you still falling asleep in the garden? Get up, get up quickly." She pulled the chair that was sitting under the tree. Xing Ying.
Xing Ying didn't move at first, then suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly, wanting to remember the temperature of her body. He really didn't want to let go. He really wanted to hold her like this forever and never let go.
Xing Fang struggled twice at first, but when she saw that he couldn't get away despite all his strength, she gave up and let him hold her tightly while she leaned on his chest and listened to his heart beating wildly. sound.
"Why is his heart beating so fast?" She wondered. Wasn't he drunk and unconscious? Logically speaking, the heartbeat should not be beating so fast.
Xing Fang was about to ask him if he was pretending to sleep, but Xing Ying smelt of alcohol and said, "Dong'er, is this you Dong'er? I really miss you, is it really you?"
Xing Fang froze, her eyes filled with unbelievable panic and anger.
Xing Ying, he thought she was another woman
She struggled out of his arms, reached out and slapped him hard, and said angrily: "You bastard!"
Xing Ying was slapped hard by her, but she still didn't wake up. She just kept muttering Dong'er's name unconsciously.
Xing Fang was so angry that her eyes were red, but she had nothing to do with the drunk guy in front of her, so she could only stamp her feet, turn around and run away.
Not long after Xing Fang left, Xing Ying finally slowly opened his eyes. He stared at Xing Fang's leaving figure and smelled the warm fragrance remaining in his palms. He didn't know how long he could live in his current body. He didn't deserve it. , and he can no longer tie her to his side.
He would rather die alone than have her heartbroken for him.
The clear moon is lonely, the stars are sparse and the shadows are pale, and many people have sleepless nights.
There is a residence in the inner courtyard of Baili Mansion. Even though it is midnight, the room is still dimly lit. Under the shadow of the window, a person is sitting alone, drinking thousands of cups.
"Sir, please don't drink any more. Although this wine is good, drinking too much will always be harmful to your health."
"It's good to hurt your body. Only after you hurt your body will she come to see me and come to my side."
"Sir, why are you doing this? There are thousands of women in this world, why do you need to be obsessed with her?"