"It's okay." It really doesn't matter, because when Rongwan felt the first pain, he asked the system to help block the pain. Although the system capacity is limited, but in the workplace is still trembling, never flawless. So he can't feel the pain, but he can only watch the protagonist fall into that kind of nightmare, and there is nothing he can do to help.
How could it be okay.
What have I done.
Jin Zhao looked at the blue and white marks on the general's hand that he pinched out, and in his heart he wanted to cut himself into pieces. He didn't say a word, but his eyes were bloodshot, and he helped Rong Rong rub his knuckles stiffly and clumsily.
"It's okay." Rong Wan smiled and tried to relax, but he didn't withdraw his hand, just looked at the protagonist and massaged him. Only in this process can the main character calm down a little bit from that painful state. However, the protagonist never glanced at the operating table behind him, and his lips were terribly pale. Rong Wan knew that lying on the bed again would bring back terrible memories.
The doctor next to him had never seen Zhu Jing before. Although he was a little surprised why the general brought a man with a slave mark on his ear to perform the operation, he also knew the truth that the more he knew, the faster he died. asked, and waited only slightly uneasy.
I don't know how long it took, and after confirming that the pinched scars on Rong Wan's hands have disappeared, Jin Zhao let go of his hands.
Rong Wan shook his hand and asked gently: "Is it all right now?"
Imaki nodded.
Some things had to be overcome, and the general told him that the past was all over, it was not his fault, and he should start a new life. It makes no sense for him to still be stuck in the shadows of those pasts. He'll get over it, he'll get over it, he's a man in the mud, but now he's got light.
"I'll be with you." Rong Wan pulled the chair over and sat on the edge of the operating table with the cold equipment.
This word was too gentle, and Konaki's eyelashes trembled slightly. But for the first time in his life he didn't want the general by his side. If one could glimpse his past from his reaction during the operation, would the general pity him or hate him? He dared not take the slightest risk. He didn't want his humble side to be exposed in front of the general at all.
He couldn't help but said with some difficulty: "General, no need, the blood will be very dirty."
"Not dirty." Rong Wan touched his neck casually, touched the cold sweat that had just leaked out on his hand, motioned to him, and said softly: "Everyone sweats and bleeds, what's the good?" Dirty."
Jin Zhao's breath became short of breath, and he couldn't describe his inner feelings at all.
— The general gave him too many things.
Not food, water, living space, but freedom, faith, new life.
He stared at the general almost reverently with his wet, lifeless eyes. Every sentence, every word, every look, every expression of this person, he wants to dismantle and swallow into his stomach, and melt into his bone marrow. He even began to be distortedly grateful for his fate. If it wasn't for the bad luck he had suffered before, how could he be recalled by this person
"good."
Jin Zhao took the initiative to lie down on the cold table.
He must become stronger, he must restore every part of his body, and he must regain his own energy source before he can become the general's weapon. In order to protect every strand of the general's hair.
Rong Wan held Jin Zhao's hand, signaling to the doctor to bind his hands and feet quickly and administer anesthesia.
Ordinary anesthetics didn't work for Jin Zhao, and his pain didn't disappear much. This operation was a complete disaster. From time to time, he fell into nightmares, his whole body in pain, as if all the demons that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time rushed out all at once, and those painful memories of the past frantically flashed in his mind, so his eyes became particularly bloodthirsty and hostile.
Rong Wan was afraid that he would break free from those restraint belts and cause unnecessary injuries, so he could only press half of his body up to hold him down.
Outside the window, it was raining continuously, with lightning and thunder. In pain, Jin Zhao was haunted by nightmares, urging hastily from time to time—General, you go, or I will hurt you. But in a vague way, he grasped the general's hand tighter and tighter, as if grabbing some life-saving straw, and instinctively begged the general not to leave. He struggled contradictoryly, neighing in pain.
But during this process, he felt that someone was always hugging him tightly, hugging him tightly, sometimes wiping his cold sweat lightly, and sometimes whispering, "It's good to get over it, it's good to get through it." .” So he was drenched in sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water, and finally survived.
The dumb doctor put a bandage on his eye.
After the bandages are removed in a few days, he will be able to have two eyes of the same color.
This operation is relatively delicate, and it took a long time. After the operation, the doctor was sweating profusely, and it was already dark outside. Jin Zhao finally woke up from the chaotic state, he was sitting on the cold table, he didn't look as shadowy as he just entered the operating room.
Seeing that his eyes had recovered now, Rong Wan breathed a sigh of relief, brought a somewhat rough mirror, and handed it to Jin Zhao: "Although it is bandaged, it still looks good."
Jin Zhao hurriedly glanced at himself in the glasses, then turned his gaze back to the general—
"General." Jin Zhao called out in a hoarse voice.
How much unrequited love was contained in the voice, even he himself couldn't hear it.
**
Rong Wan has done a big thing again. After the protagonist's eyes are healed, the healing rate has increased by 10, and now it is 75. Rong Wan felt elated, and felt that he was a know-it-all. Back in Zhufu, he arranged some things, such as temporarily brightening the lights in the protagonist's room, and asking the servants to put some carpets in the protagonist's room to prevent the protagonist from falling.
Of course he knew that the protagonist would never do stupid things like falling down, but he just couldn't help but do more for the protagonist.
The servants of the Zhufu saw it, and all the eyes they cast on Jin Zhao were so envious and jealous that they almost exploded—I have never seen a general do so many things for anyone! What a trick this slave is! How did it work? !
In any case, the eyes are about to regain their light, of course it is something worth celebrating, so at the end of the night, Rong ordered the kitchen to make a cake, and inserted twenty-five cakes.
"I checked your file records, but I didn't find your date of birth." Rong Wan dismissed others, pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table, crossed his fingers on his chin, and said with a smile: "Since there is no birthday, Then use today as your birthday, okay?"
"Congratulations, you are a newborn."
Jin Zhao stood beside him, instead of looking at the flickering candlelight, he kept looking at him instead. The black eyes are deep and heavy. Although I have tried my best to suppress them, I can't hide some emotions and feelings, and I always accidentally leak half of them.
Rong Wan was almost embarrassed by him, turned his face away, pointed to another chair, and said, "Sit."
If he doesn't tell you to sit, the protagonist won't sit, so obedient it makes people feel distressed.
Jin Zhao sat down next to him, and his eyes finally fell on the cake and twenty-five candles. This is also the first time in my life, the first time I have a cake, the first time I have a birthday. Jin Zhao took a look at Rong Wan, and with Rong Wan's permission, he stretched out his hand cautiously, and touched the fire on the candlelight of the cake with a little curiosity, it was neither hot nor burned his hands. He finally really felt the taste of happiness—
Just like the light of a fire, I worry about gains and losses in my heart, and it is both sour and sweet.
"Can I eat it?" Jin Zhao asked hoarsely.
"Of course." Rong Wan said, "but you have to make a wish first—close your eyes when you make a wish."
Jin Zhao was stunned for a moment, and obediently imitated Rong Wan, put his hands under his chin, and made a wish—
He hoped that the general would have no worries in his life and that everything would go smoothly. After that, if God could still hear, he hoped that one day the general would know the dirty secrets in his heart, and after knowing those fiery attachments and desires, Don't hate him. He had only these wishes.
After seeing the protagonist close his eyes, the dark eyelashes were still a little dilapidated when he first came out of prison, but now they are curly and warped, and he looks like a completely normal person. He was extremely satisfied from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time saw the protagonist's eyelashes trembling slightly, he suddenly had the idea of touching them, but felt that he was inexplicable, so he tried his best to hold back.
…
After all, Zhu Yun had arranged a lot of guards in his mansion, the news spread quickly, and soon spread to Zhu Yun as if he had grown legs. He is a dignified general with great military exploits, who actually arranged a birthday cake for a slave, which makes one wonder if he was tempted by beauty.
After Zhuyun had dealt with a lot of headaches today, after hearing about this incident, he became even more sour.
So in the midst of his busy schedule, he sent guards to send a few words of flamboyant and phoenix dance.
"Also help me wish your little slave: wish him no present every year."