In the dream, a white figure flew over and blocked in front of him. He turned his back to him, his clothes were flying, and the speed was too fast, causing a small wind to blow up Shen Fengyue's broken hair, half-covered and half-covered, he saw that the evil god's blow was completely taken by the person in front of him. blocked.
"Zhang Hansheng..."
"Zhang Hansheng!" Shen Fengyue woke up from her dream, sweating profusely, and her back was soaked with sweat. He sat up, wiped his forehead with his hand, and gasped.
After about a minute of delay, he suddenly remembered something and looked around, wanting to see the white figure in the dream.
"You finally woke up, you have been in a coma for many days." A voice sounded. Fu Zhengguang walked in from the door and happened to see Shen Fengyue wake up.
Shen Fengyue asked him, "Where is Zhang Hansheng? How is he?"
When Fu Zhengguang heard the words, his expression moved slightly, his eyes dodged, and all his expressions were restrained. This made Shen Fengyue even more worried. He got off the bed, pulled his sleeve and asked again, "Where's Zhang Hansheng?"
"Master Zhang... ah." Fu Zhengguang sighed and said, "I'll take you to see him."
He took Shen Fengyue to another room, the room was neat and filled with a strong herbal smell.
Shen Fengyue has a keen sense of smell, and the strong and domineering herbal smell is a bit irritating. He gently covers his mouth and nose with his hands, his eyes wandering around the room, and then his eyes are attracted to one place.
It was a very ordinary bed, but the person lying on the bed was all too familiar.
Zhang Hansheng's shirt has been removed, leaving only a thin undershirt. He was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt. Against the soft quilt, he looked fragile and weak.
Shen Fengyue couldn't help but slow down her breathing, for fear that a heavy breath would wake him up, and then slowly walked to the edge of his bed on tiptoe.
Zhang Hansheng was seriously injured, his face was like white paper, showing an abnormal blue color, his lips were white and a little dry and peeling. His breathing was weak, and even the heaving of his chest was minimal.
It is hard to imagine that a person who once seemed so powerful has become such a person now, which makes people feel so sad, and the great sadness climbs from the heart to the top.
Shen Fengyue's movements were very light throughout the whole process, but Zhang Hansheng was still awakened.
He has always been alert, and even the tiniest thing can wake him up in an instant. Even though he is seriously injured now, the sensitivity of his subconscious has never disappeared.
Zhang Hansheng's eyelashes trembled, and then he slowly raised his eyelids. After a second or two, his eyes were clear. He looked up and found that it was Shen Fengyue, and the two were silent for a while.
"Zhang Hansheng..." Shen Fengyue sniffed, with a strong cry in her tone. The eyes were covered with a layer of water, the eye sockets were slightly red, and the eyelids blinked up and down, as if tears were about to fall in the next second.
Zhang Hansheng moved his fingers slightly, raised his hand and seemed to want to hold the corner of his clothes, but after thinking about it, he finally put it down.
"I'm fine." His voice was hoarse, with breath sounds accounting for most of it.
"Let me see if your wound is okay?" He asked in a statement tone, after saying that he would pick up his clothes without waiting for Zhang Hansheng to agree.
Just as he was about to start, he saw Zhang Hansheng pressing his arms on the quilt, his eyes filled with resistance. When Shen Fengyue looked at him, he gently shook his head from side to side.
"No."
Shen Fengyue didn't know his injury, and she was angry and anxious. Now that she saw such a child's attitude, she was simply smirked. He put Zhang Hansheng's hands together, and then pressed his wrist with one hand. Zhang Hansheng was puzzled and looked at him calmly throughout the whole process, without any sense of resistance.
The next second, he grabbed the opponent's wrist and pulled it up, pressing it on the board behind the bed, and the other hand moved quickly to lift Zhang Hansheng's underwear.
Zhang Hansheng: "..."
The thin underwear was lifted, and the thin waist was revealed in front of the eyes, followed by the smooth muscles of the abdomen. The scenery of the people below is really dazzling, but now is not the time to indulge in them.
Shen Fengyue moved her gaze up and landed on Zhang Hansheng's chest.
On the left side of his chest, which is probably where his heart is, there was a long-lasting black gas condensed under the surface of his skin. The black air was swirling around there, and every time the mist lingered, it brought tremors in the heart, and the tendons were abnormally prominent.
"This is..." Shen Fengyue took a breath. He shook his hands and wanted to touch it, but he was too afraid to touch it, so he could only stay in mid-air, not far from the heart pulse.
Fu Zhengguang was also on the side, he turned his face away, as if he couldn't bear it, but still told the truth to Shen Fengyue: "His heart is damaged, if he can't get medical treatment in time, I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."
He didn't say the rest, but everyone present understood what it meant.
If you can't get medical treatment in time, you will probably die soon.
Shen Fengyue stared blankly at the black fog, watching it eroding Zhang Hansheng's vitality. Suddenly, the eyes turned black, and a mixture of golden and red colors flashed in front of the retina, and several pictures quickly passed in front of him.
Faintly, he seemed to hear a bright gunshot, followed by the splash of heavy objects falling into the water. He raised his hand and touched his face, only to think it was an illusion. It turned out that there was no water splashing on his face...
An inexplicable but huge sadness floated to the bottom of his heart, his nose was sore, and the mist filled his eyes, and a layer of water light instantly covered his eyes. Then, big drops of tears fell, drop by drop on Zhang Hansheng's chest.
The feeling of heat and humidity on the chest was so obvious, tears were dripping on the chest, and then the heat was instantly taken away, leaving only the coldness.
Shen Fengyue looked at Zhang Hansheng, and suddenly let go of all her strength, sobbing so hard that she burst into tears, and even her body was shaking uncontrollably.
It was rare for him to cry like this, and Zhang Hansheng was caught off guard by the tears from the storm. Looking at all this, he felt a little helpless and at a loss. He grabbed the corner of his clothes and said quickly, "Why are you crying like this, stop crying, I'm fine, I'll be fine."
Shen Fengyue let him pull, looked at him with tears in her eyes, and immediately denied his words in her heart.
lie! You just can't get better like this, okay? !
Zhang Hansheng's hand moved up from the corner of his clothes and finally landed on Shen Fengyue's face. He gathered up his courage and wiped the tears from his face with his long fingers, but it was a drop in the bucket, and Shen Fengyue soon burst into tears again.
"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry..." Zhang Hansheng was at a loss, his mouth was stupid, he couldn't persuade people, and he didn't know what to persuade, so he could only keep repeating these two words in an attempt to make Shen Fengyue's tears stopped.
Shen Fengyue cried a lot, the water in the plant's body rose, and Zhang Hansheng's hand was wet from crying in the blink of an eye. He pursed his lips and cried so much that he could not speak clearly: "I don't know why, but I am so sad and can't stop crying. You don't want to die, you must never die, I'm so afraid that you will die. , Zhang Hansheng, what should I do if you die. What if you leave me alone."
Zhang Hansheng put down that hand, wiped all the tears on the quilt on the quilt, and then changed the other hand to wipe the tears for him.
Right now, the room has become a farce. The visitor is crying, the sick person is lying on the bed to wipe his tears, and there is still a light bulb Fu Zhengguang worrying about in the room.
They were so noisy that they disturbed the sleeping spirit body. The spirit body opened his eyes and said tremblingly, "Don't cry, I have a plan... ah!"
Before the words were finished, Shen Fengyue took off one of her shoes, and threw it over there without looking at the location of the listening sound.
Spirit Body: "..." Silently put down the shoes, it took a deep breath, calmed down, and then amplified its voice to cover the others: "Don't cry, the uncle has a way to save your object! Crying makes my head hurt ."
For a while, no one thought of correcting his address, and all three people in the room turned their attention to it. The crying person stopped crying, but couldn't hold back, burping. The person who wiped away the tears finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the person who was worried and swirling also stabilized the dizzy figure.
Being watched by so many people, this is the treatment that the spirit body has never had before, and he feels that he has a lot of face.
So he pretended to clear his throat, and then said: "I don't know how to save him. It is said that the thousand-year-old ginseng can cure everything, even a dead person who has just died, can immediately swindle the corpse and jump around in a circle. What's more, this Taoist priest with a strong body. If you can find thousand-year-old ginseng, all problems will be solved."
"It's just that thousand-year-old ginseng is rare..." It sighed faintly.
The scene fell into a silence.
I didn't expect the solution to be so simple, Shen Fengyue was silent for only a moment, and then silently said: "Come when I go."
He got up and went out, turned to the next room, let the system turn on the pain shield, and then turned his hand into a prototype.
Hanmang flashed, and a piece of ginseng was broken. He picked up the piece of ginseng and returned to the room. He raised the piece of ginseng in the eyes of everyone and said, "How to eat it, you should stew it raw."
Everyone present was shocked. The spirit body has never seen such a ruthless person. Oh no, grass spirit, his lips were wide open, and it took a long while to find his voice: "You, you, you are..."
Fu Zhengguang thought about it and thought about it carefully. He pointed to Shen Fengyue: "You are actually a thousand-year-old ginseng?"
Shen Fengyue nodded, still holding the cut of ginseng and asked again, "How to eat?"
If he is a thousand-year-old ginseng, then this piece of ginseng must have been cut from him. When everyone looked away, they saw that his left sleeve was empty.
He actually chopped off his own hand.
Zhang Hansheng retracted his eyes, his eyes darkened, and he looked thoughtful.
"Just cut it down, the spirituality is still enough, you can eat it raw." The spirit body said.
Shen Fengyue walked to the bed and handed the ginseng to Zhang Hansheng's lips: "Eat it quickly, just eat it."
Zhang Hansheng didn't eat, but asked him, "What about your hands." His eyes kept staring at Shen Fengyuekong's left sleeve.
Shen Fengyue hid the left sleeve behind him so that he could not see it, and then smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm a plant, it will grow in a few days, much faster than you humans."
Zhang Hansheng hummed, but never opened his mouth.
"Ah-" Shen Fengyue made a mouth-opening gesture to signal Zhang Hansheng to open his mouth. The latter was unmoved, and even turned his head slightly, full of resistance: "I can't bite your hand."
Shen Fengyue: "..."
All right, you have to be stubborn with him. Vigorously performing a miracle, Shen Fengyue bit the ginseng into his mouth, then pinched Zhang Hansheng's cheek with one hand, and when his mouth opened, he instantly leaned over and fed the ginseng into his mouth.
The innate spiritual body melted at the entrance. Zhang Hansheng was too shocked. When the ginseng in his mouth turned into a cool liquid, he swallowed it with a movement of his throat.
Seeing that it was done, Shen Fengyue let go.
Millennium ginseng is very effective, and it didn't take long for Zhang Hansheng's complexion to turn healthy and red. When Shen Fengyue took off his shirt, he found that the black mist inside had dissipated, and his chest was intact.
He smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Great, you are finally healed."
Zhang Hansheng looked at him, hummed softly, and then quietly raised the corner of his lips.
The person was all right, and Shen Fengyue started to skin again. He said, "Why don't you thank me?"
Zhang Hansheng said obediently, "Thank you."
Shen Fengyue raised her eyebrows and hummed softly from her nose: "Oh, you are not sincere at all. According to my age, I am your elder, and you should show some respect."
Zhang Hansheng: "..."
"The old man is a thousand years old." Shen Fengyue lowered her voice and forced herself to be deep.
Zhang Hansheng looked at him silently, feeling a little itchy in his hands. He stretched out a finger, touched the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, and pushed it back slightly.
The movement of his cinnabar mole was somewhat familiar, as if someone had done it before, but Shen Fengyue couldn't remember it for a while. He froze in place, stupidly pushed back.
This action somehow hit Zhang Hansheng's laughter, only to hear him laugh lowly, his chest trembling slightly.
The laughter penetrated into people's ears, and Shen Fengyue, who was driven by it, also laughed.
Great, Zhang Hansheng is fine, he can't lose him anymore.