Chapter 2244 The Miao Youth Loves Me 06
Asan and Jiutian hurried to Lingcaotang.
Asan leaned close to Jinchen's ear and whispered something, and the usual smile on the boy's face immediately disappeared.
Jinchen narrowed his eyes, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the silver snake earrings, and his whole body suddenly revealed a bit of coldness, like a venomous snake ready to attack.
Ling Gunjuan blew on his shoulder, [Huff, huff, huff... calm down.]
Jiutian rubbed his hands and turned to Nan Yixing: "Doctor Nan, the Miao King wants you to prescribe a convalescent prescription for the young master's brother Jinque."
"Jinque is weak and cannot withstand the treatment of the poisonous insects."
"Brother?" Fan Ruoxi paused with the spatula in his hand, wondering, "Why have I never heard of..."
"Shut up."
Jinchen suddenly spoke, his voice was not loud but it silenced everyone.
When passing by the Twin Gu Springs, several old men in the village happened to come out of the Miao King's Tower. When they saw Jinchen, they stuffed sweet cakes and fruits into his hands.
Their rough palms gently patted the back of the boy's hands, with indescribable pity in their eyes.
Nan Yixing could see clearly that the sweet cake was carefully wrapped in banana leaves, a method used only in the village to coax children.
"Ah San." While Jin Chen was walking in front, Nan Yixing called Ah San and Jiu Tian in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Ah San glanced at Jin Chen's back in panic and lowered his voice very low: "I can't explain this clearly."
"In any case, Doctor Nan, from now on... don't mention his brother in front of the young master."
After saying that, he quickly chased after him.
The sound of the stream gradually faded away, and the eaves of the Miaowang Tower were faintly visible among the shadows of the trees.
Jinchen suddenly stopped, and the crumbs of the sweet cake in his hand fell into the grass.
[I have to bring some gift to that bastard.] Jinchen said seriously.
Ling Gungun continued to blow air, knowing that the gift in its host's mouth could not be a good thing.
[Not yet, it will backfire! ]
Really, not stable at all.
In the courtyard of Miaowang Building, there is a small bamboo building separated by a single building.
The bamboo curtains in the room were half rolled up, and the light from the sky seeped in and flowed on the bluestone floor.
The young man in the wheelchair raised his hand to pour tea, his fingertips showing the pale blue color of a person who has been ill for a long time.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience." Jinque pushed the teacup towards Nan Yixing. His sleeves slipped down to reveal the dense needle marks on his forearms, which were old injuries from years of bloodletting and feeding the Gu.
He is somewhat similar to Jinchen, but not as charming as Jinchen. Instead, he looks like faded ink smudged on rice paper, calm and handsome.
There was a crisp sound of silver bells outside the door.
Jinchen leaned against the door frame, eating wild berries and looking into the room.
"Achen..." Jinque suddenly coughed twice, his knuckles clenching the wheelchair armrests, "My chest hurts a lot today."
Jinchen sneered and spat out the berry core, "Why didn't it hurt you to death?"
They don't look like brothers at all, they act like enemies.
The fellow disciples behind Nan Yixing looked at each other in confusion, but did not dare to ask.
However, Bai Shi looked at Jin Que a few times, as if he was considering something.
Jinchen stepped over the threshold, caught a glimpse of the basket filled with medicine, and pushed it over.
He Shouwu rolled under Jinque's wheelchair, covered with mud.
Nan Yixing was the closest to it, and just as he was about to bend over to pick it up, he suddenly felt his little finger being hooked.
Jinchen's fingers scraped across the thin calluses on his palms. The boy had old wounds on his fingertips caused by poisonous insect bites, and it felt a little itchy when he rubbed them.
"Don't worry, Achen. Before the selection of the Holy Son..." Jinque fumbled to pick up the herbs, with spider-web-like veins popping out of the back of his skinny hands. "I will definitely not delay your work."
When he looked up, Nan Yixing realized that the two brothers had the same purple pupils, but the elder brother's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog that never dissipated all year round.
Jinchen ignored this bastard.
He pulled Nan Yixing's hand and pressed it against his chest, "Handsome brother, touch me. It hurts here."
Under the purple gauze material, the boy's heartbeat was clearly steady.
Nan Yixing didn't expose him and let him pinch his fingers silently.
Outside the bamboo curtain, the sound of the Miao King's scepter knocking on the ground came from far away.
The dark hem of King Miao's robe swept across the threshold. Seeing Jinchen was also inside, he did not step in in the end, but just sighed.
Only the elder came in holding the medicine box.
"Doctor Nan..." The elder had just opened his mouth when he was pinned to the spot by Jinchen's glare.
The young man played with Nan Yixing's sleeves with his fingertips, and there was frost in his purple eyes.
Jinchen doesn't want Nan Yixing to treat Jinque.
Nan Yixing understood inexplicably and patted Fan Ruoxi on the shoulder, "Xiao Fan, come here."
Fan Ruoxi placed his hands on Jinque's Cun, Guan, and Chi pulses, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter: "The pulse is as soft and thin as a thread, and it's even worse at the Chi part."
He opened Jinque's eyelids to check, "Liver blood deficiency, heart yang deficiency, I'm afraid it's caused by years of worry and damage to the spleen."
When my fingertips touched the skin on my wrist, I found that my body temperature was much lower than that of an ordinary person.
"Will he die?" Jinchen suddenly interrupted.
Beside him, a red snake was moving on the armrests of the wheelchair.
Fan Ruoxi was stunned: "This... I won't do that."
"Then there is no need for treatment."
Jin Chen put his foot on the chair and curled his lips, "Just hold your breath."
Fan Ruoxi: "...Ah?"
What vicious words are the beautiful young master saying?
Jinque covered his lips and coughed, with spots of blood foam leaking out from between his fingers.
"Achen..."
He called out softly, his voice as faint as a candle in the wind. The armrests of his wheelchair were trembling from being clenched, revealing the new and old scars on his wrists.
Anyone who sees this would probably say it's pitiful.
The elder hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "At least let Jinque get up and eat, otherwise the villagers..."
He stole a glance at Jinchen's face and took out an oil-paper bag from the bottom of the medicine box. "Young Master, this is the pine nut candy you loved to eat when you were a child. Have a taste."
The elder also used his eyes to signal Nan Yixing, wanting him to coax her a little.
Jinchen sneered, stuffed the pine nut candy into the elder's mouth, and pulled his beard, "I won't."
Nan Yixing raised his hand to stop Jinchen, and said in a gentle voice: "Just give him two needles to activate the blood circulation and that will be it."
The hand he was holding moved slightly, and his thumb rubbed the boy's palm, "Okay?"
Bai Shi suddenly stood up, with a unique innocent indignation in her voice, "Doctors are kind-hearted! How can you watch someone die without helping?"
Before he finished his words, three poisonous bees flew out from Jin Chen's sleeves and landed just in front of Bai Shi's forehead.
Jinchen looked at Bai Shi and said, "You can try."
Bai Qian: "..."
He quickly stepped back, not daring to say anything more.
Fan Ruoxi gritted his teeth and gave the injection in the strange atmosphere.
The moment the silver needle entered the acupoint, the Gu pattern on the side of Jinque's neck suddenly glowed with a faint light.
Nan Yixing lowered his eyes and watched Fan Ruoxi giving acupuncture. The fragmented light leaking through the bamboo curtain cast shadows on his eyelashes, and the corners of his eyes drooped naturally, like the Bodhisattva in the temple portraits who showed mercy to all living beings, and his eyes seemed to be filled with some compassion.
Jinque couldn't help but look towards Nan Yixing, coughing and tightening his clothes.
Nan Yixing noticed the gaze, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Jinque for a moment.
Jinque, however, caught a glimpse of a pool of stagnant water in the depths of those compassionate eyes, an indifference that was more frightening than the most poisonous poisonous insect in Miao territory.
His heart trembled, and he turned his head to cough, vaguely feeling that things were out of control.
How come the disciple from the South Gate... is so close to Jinchen and not soft-hearted at all?
