The one hundred and thirteenth chapter contact (5)

Dongfang Yan never thought that Zhao Ziheng would use these words to irritate him at such times. The sword-holding hand was trembling, which clearly exposed the anger in his heart. Nevertheless, he still endured Zhao Ziheng's provocation; Dongfang Yan It is clear that even if Zhao Ziheng is seriously injured, no one will embarrass him, he can completely retreat, because Zhao Ziheng's words, as long as Zhao Ziheng is still alive, then he can really have no worries at all, I don't know why he believes so; at the same time; , Dongfang Yan can inject the pain of bereavement on him at will as Zhao Ziheng said. The previous provocation can be said to be due to instinct, but Dongfang Yan unexpectedly controlled the provocation this time. The impulse was not because of Zhao Ziheng's blood-soaked wound, but because of the deep and calm look in Zhao Ziheng's eyes.

  The faint smell of blood is permeated in the air. This smell makes people almost suffocated, and it is very difficult to breathe.

Suddenly, the sound of the weapon landing evoked everyone's minds, Wang Ye also opened his eyes, Zhao Ziheng stood motionless, Dongfang Yan lowered his sword's hand, his eyes were erratic, and he opened his mouth but couldn't pronounce a syllable. Out

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After the conversation with Dongfang Yan, Zhao Ziheng was immediately sent back to the [Royal Dragon Palace] by the courtier and Wang Ye. Of course, only Wang Ye, who was skilled in medicine, was left. When he saw the extra wound on Zhao Ziheng’s left shoulder, Xiuying felt Breathing almost stopped, and when Zhao Ziheng's wounds were exposed to the air, Wang Ye and Xiuying invariably took in cold air...

   "Why, how could this happen??"

Xiuying's trembling voice couldn't bear to look at the wound, she was covering her mouth and staggering back with an unstable center of gravity. Obviously she couldn't bear what she saw before her eyes; Wang Ye didn't say anything, focusing on curing the red liquid that was constantly gushing out. Zhao Ziheng looked at Yinyin lying on the bed without saying a word, as if he was not the injured.

It cannot be said that Xiuying will lose her mind. It is because Zhao Ziheng’s wounds are too shocking. The wounds on her chest that have not been healed have turned black, and the new wounds are just on the old wounds, as if they are unhealed. His old wounds were torn apart alive.

  "Ye, Brother Ye..."

  Xiuying almost lost her ability to speak, and she was slurred to ask why.

   "Quiet, Xiuying."

Wang Ye’s calm and surprising voice effectively stopped Xiuying’s panic. The movements in his hand did not neglect at all. He carefully sutured Zhao Ziheng's wounds. Although Dongfang Yan did not stabbed deeply, it still caused the old wounds to split. There was so much blood, but no one knew except Wang Ye at that time; it was Wang Ye’s worry that Zhao Ziheng’s wounds could not heal all the time. It is not optimistic to let the old wound open this time, even if Zhao Ziheng looks calm on the surface, at least Seeing beads of different sizes permeating his forehead, he knew that he was just silently bearing it.

In fact, from the moment Wang Ye knew that Zhao Ziheng had taken the sword, he knew his plan, and he also knew that Dongfang Yan would do it. He didn't want to see Zhao Ziheng being injured and closed his eyes because of this incident, but he never expected Dongfang Yan. His sword would be impartially centered on Zhao Ziheng’s old wound, but at that time he could only resist to stop it; if it was just an ordinary person, if that person was not the king of refinement, then Wang Ye knew that he would be unable to control the killing. Despite the impulse of that person, he knew better than anyone the consequences of the worsening of Zhao Ziheng's injury, and even so, he managed to endure it.

The surface calm and the panic in his heart are in sharp contrast, but Wang Ye still knows that he needs to be calm at this moment, and he needs to deal with Zhao Ziheng’s re-opened wound wholeheartedly; even though he knows that even if the wound is dealt with, the fact cannot be changed. He is still single-minded, otherwise he can't stop thinking about other things, so now he can only put all his energy on Zhao Ziheng.

After a long time, the lights in the room were all palmed up, and the movements in Wang Ye's hands still did not stop. Xiuying also returned to God to help Wang Ye hit her hands immediately after she started losing her mind. She couldn't remember how many times and how many times she changed the water. White cloth stained with blood for the second time; obviously not the first time, Xiuying still discovered that Wang Yebi was still attentive and focused at all times. What does this mean? Xiuying didn't dare to guess at a loss, so she remained silent from beginning to end, focusing on Wang Ye.

How long it has been since Wang Ye started to treat himself, Zhao Ziheng didn’t care at all. Even though the stinging pain came from the wound, he didn’t feel it. His consciousness was more clear than he thought. The important thing is that he doesn’t care. ; Because he had already put all his attention on Yinyin's body. For him, as long as he looked at Yinyin, he would not feel any pain, and even felt numb to the pain on the surface; it can be seen for Zhao Ziheng. , The real pain is not the visible wound, but the mental wound. The opposite is also true. As long as the heart no longer hurts, any pain can be unaware, as long as it is under the powerful'medicine effect'.

"All right."

  Wang Ye’s voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Zhao Ziheng came back to his senses and found that the wound had already been bandaged.

  "Be careful not to make too much movement. This is not the first time. If it breaks again, there is no guarantee that the worst case will be considered."

"Ok."

  Zhao Ziheng just responded softly, and the reaction was still weak, as if he took Wang Ye's instructions as a casual meal, and then casually put on half-wearing clothes.

   "Xiuying, go to prepare soup and medicine, and meals."

"Ok."

  Wang Ye knew that Zhao Ziheng would react like this no matter how much he said. Fortunately, he didn't go on and it was better as usual, so he told Xiuying to do what he should do, of course not because he was worried that Xiuying would hear what they said next.