When Ling'er walked back to the door of the inner room thoughtfully, she heard some subtle noises coming from inside.
She held her breath and let it settle in her Dantian, and suddenly her hearing became much sharper.
Is this slight sound like a gasping sound?
What happened to Brother Yang? Ling'er anxiously lifted the curtain, and sure enough she saw Qi Yang sitting there in pain, covering the wound on his abdomen with all his strength.
"What's wrong with you?" Ling'er quickly approached and asked anxiously, "Does the wound hurt?"
Qi Yang panted slightly and shook his head at Ling'er.
"Did I distract you by walking around outside?" Ling'er asked guiltily.
Qi Yang originally had no intention of telling Ling'er about his situation, but he couldn't bear to see Ling'er blaming himself, so he had to say frankly: "It's none of the girl's business, it's just that I can't gather my internal energy. Whenever the internal energy reaches the injured area of the abdomen, It started to unravel.”
"It's not surprising that this injury affects the internal organs and affects the operation of internal energy." Ling'er analyzed, "Then you are pressing the injury hard to..."
"But it's useless." Qi Yang lowered his eyes in frustration.
"Of course it's useless. You will hurt yourself like this!" Ling'er quickly pulled Qi Yang's hand away from his wound to prevent him from continuing to torture herself.
"If you're hurt, you're hurt! If you can't gather your inner strength, what's the difference between me and a useless person?" Qi Yang said with self-deprecation.
"No! You are not a cripple, you are just injured! The top priority now is to heal your injury! Lie down and rest!" Ling'er comforted Qi Yang and helped him lie down.
Qi Yang was exhausted both physically and mentally, so he lay down obediently.
Ling'er covered Qi Yang with a quilt and took his wrist to take a pulse.
Qi Yang retracted his hand warily.
"I just want to see your internal injuries, nothing else." Ling'er explained aggrievedly.
"My internal injuries are no longer serious." Qi Yang said.
"Then let me take a look!" Ling'er looked at Qi Yang pitifully.
Ling'er has begged so much, how can Qi Yang still be strong enough to refuse? He sighed helplessly and stretched out his hand again.
Ling'er was secretly happy that she had finally figured out Brother Yang's temperament, and he only wanted soft things but not hard things. As long as he pretends to be pitiful, he will relent and promise.
Seeing Ling'er pull up his sleeves, Qi Yang immediately regretted it. There are scars on his wrists. Although they have been faded, you can still see them if you look carefully, and they can even be touched. But isn't it too late to take back your hand now?
Ling'er also noticed this problem as soon as he opened Qi Yang's sleeves. She pretended not to notice and quickly put her finger on Qi Yang's pulse. Because she was keenly aware that Qi Yang had the idea of withdrawing his hand.
With this pulse, Ling'er knew that what was supposed to come was bound to come, and he couldn't hide. With such an obvious scar, it would be unreasonable to pretend not to notice it.
Her mind was racing, and she pretended to be surprised and asked, "Why are there old scars on your wrists too?"
Qi Yang glanced at Ling'er guiltily, thinking about how to explain to Ling'er what he had been hiding.
Ling'er seemed to have thought of something and said, "I'm so stupid! You hurt yourself just to summon the blood pigeons, right?"
Qi Yang looked at Linger in confusion.
"You think I don't know? Brother Bei Shi has told me!" Ling'er was proud.
Qi Yang was even more confused, what does this have to do with the Northern Envoy?
Ling'er smiled and explained: "While you were recovering from your injuries, I helped Brother Beishi deal with his injuries in the outer room and took his pulse. He also had the same scar on his wrist. I asked him for a long time before he agreed. tell me."
So that’s it? And Ling'er didn't seem to find anything. Qi Yang's brows gradually relaxed. But then he thought of something and asked worriedly: "Is the Northern Ambassador also injured?"
"There was a cut on his arm, but it wasn't deep." Ling'er answered.
Qi Yang was relieved when he heard this.
Ling'er also breathed a sigh of relief. This matter should be considered settled, right? She could finally calm down and take Brother Yang's pulse.
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