Yan Qing returned to his residence.
Yu Mo lived next to him and was currently lying on a tree trunk in his courtyard, resting his head on his hands and crossing his legs carelessly.
Hearing the movement, Yu Mo turned his head and looked this way.
He looked a little surprised when he saw Yan Qing pushing the door open.
"Why are you back so soon?"
Yan Qing said nothing and walked straight into the house.
Looking from the side, there was no trace of ripples on his handsome face, but there was an inexplicable coldness about him.
Yu Mo was even more surprised. He sat up and whistled.
"Hey, you came back after such a long time and didn't you say a few words to the Eighth Divine Envoy?"
It shouldn’t be.
Yan Qing paused.
"She's busy."
Yu Mo was stunned: "What is she busy with?"
Yan Qing’s words are concise and concise:
"Lin Zhifei was injured and fell into coma. She will be responsible for the rest."
Yu Mo's eyes widened.
"Isn't it!?"
He jumped up and jumped in front of Yan Qing, looking at him in disbelief.
"Since he was so seriously injured and unconscious, wouldn't she have to take care of all the matters after that? Can you tolerate this?"
It’s not like there are no other heavenly doctors in Huan Shen Palace, so why did Xiaoba just be chosen
Yan Qing's eyebrows twitched slightly and she continued walking forward without saying a word.
He didn't want to continue this topic now.
But Yu Mo pulled him back:
"Hey - wait! Then you just look at it like this? Lin Zhifei's appearance and appearance are very good, and he takes care of him every day."
Yan Qing's eyes fell on him, coldly.
He Yumo coughed.
"Ahem, brother, I didn't mean to hit you! Originally, you were in good condition, but your temper was too tough and your face was too foul! You said you have a cold face all day long. What girl could like you? Lin Zhifei Although you are always indifferent, you are still gentle and polite at any rate. You are like this - you are no match for me!"
Yan Qing's eyes drooped slightly.
Yu Mo scratched his head:
"By the way, weren't you planning to see the emperor before? Didn't you tell me?"
Yan Qing paused.
"Look again."
Yu Mo looked confused.
"Still delaying? If you delay any longer, your wife will be gone!"
Yan Qing seemed not to want to say anything anymore. He picked up the scabbard of his sword, walked around Yu Mo and walked forward.
Yu Mo narrowly avoided it and grabbed his shoulder:
"you listen to me-"
Suddenly, his expression changed.
Yan Qing's left shoulder was sticky and slippery.
He took back his hand, which was covered in red blood.
"You are hurt!?"
Yan Qing said nothing and entered the room with a bit of impatience.
Yu Mo was stunned for a moment and quickly followed in.
I hadn't noticed it just now, but now I looked carefully and realized that Yan Qing's lips seemed to be slightly white.
He took off his coat, raised the tip of his sword, and tore open the left sleeve, revealing his tough and thin upper body.
Perhaps because it wasn't properly treated before, the clothes had stuck to the wound.
However, Yan Qing's expression remained unchanged, and he just tore it off, bringing up a piece of flesh and blood, and the wound was torn open again.
Yu Mo took a look, and sure enough he saw a long wound spreading from his shoulder to his chest, passing above the collarbone and only an inch away from his heart.
The flesh and blood rolled around, and the bones were almost visible.
Yu Mo frowned.
Yan Qing didn't do much to deal with such a serious injury. He simply bandaged it tightly with clothes and came back
Because of this, he hid it very well. If Yu Mo hadn't pulled his shoulder, he wouldn't have noticed that he was injured.
"What happened to this injury? Was it left in the Shenxu Realm?"
Yan Qing didn't say anything, just went to get water and started to treat the wound by herself.
A basin of water was quickly dyed into a rich blood color.
He started taking medicine again.
Yu Mo sat opposite him.
"What's the matter with you? Why are you waiting until now to deal with such an injury?" Yu Mo laughed angrily, "Do you think you are invincible?"
Yan Qing lowered his head, the wound was already festering, and it looked shocking.
Waves of stinging pain came, and his shoulders trembled slightly, but he did not cry out in pain, and even the look on his face remained as cold as ever.
It seemed that what he was dealing with was not his own injuries, but those of others.
After the medicine was finished, he said:
"Tight."
A few simple words, but Yu Mo was stunned.
They had worked together for many years, and he understood what Yan Qing meant almost instantly.
It must be an emergency situation in the Shenxu Realm, and Lin Zhifei was seriously injured and couldn't wait, so he never had time to deal with his injury.
With Yan Qing's character, it's not surprising that he would do such a thing.
but.
"Does the Eighth Divine Envoy know?"
Yan Qing had already begun to bandage, her head slightly lowered, with no expression on her face.
"have no idea."
"Yan Qing was injured, why didn't you let me tell you?"
Chu Liuyue and Rong Xiujiu walked hand in hand.
The surroundings were quiet, and occasionally a few pink and white peach blossom petals floated down and landed on the bluestone, creating a beautiful contrast.
"Although the bloody smell was suppressed by him, it should still be quite serious."
Rong Xiu held her hand and raised his eyebrows.
"He himself doesn't want others to know, so why bother exposing it."
Chu Liuyue thought for a moment.
That being said, there is such a thing as injury.
"What's going on if you keep hiding it all this time?"
Rong Xiu smiled.
"If he wants to say it, he will say it."
Chu Liuyue was stunned and suddenly realized something.
"you mean-"
Rong Xiu smiled and said nothing.
After pondering for a moment, Chu Liuyue said quietly:
"Emperor, your people are just like you. Do you think so much?"
Rong Xiudao:
"That's not the case. That's just the way he is. He never says anything when he's hurt. However, he should soon know that if there are any, he must say them, and if there are any injuries, he must show them."
Chu Liuyue: "Our Xiaoba is so pitiful."
As she spoke, she took out a few green plums from her sleeves and stuffed them into her mouth.
The sweet and sour smell instantly filled the lips and teeth.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
Rong Xiu looked at her and suddenly stopped.
Chu Liuyue turned her head in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
Her cheeks were still bulging, and her speech was somewhat slurred.
Rong Xiu was silent for a long time and said:
"Yue'er, instead of worrying about other people, you should think more about your husband."
Chu Liuyue opened her eyes slightly in surprise and was very puzzled.
"What's the meaning?"
The world belongs to him, what is there to worry about
Rong Xiu's eyebrows moved slightly.
It is very possible that he will really be called useless.
(End of chapter)