"An Tong, what you just said..." Yin Hang noticed something and asked hurriedly: "What is the special inheritance?"
"Yin Hang, it's useless..."
"Believe me," Yin Hang carefully stroked An Tong's face and whispered, "Tell me first, okay?"
An Tong's eyelids drooped, she put Yin Hang's hand on her chest, pressed it down, and coughed violently.
"An Tong..."
"Sorry, if I cough, my whole body will be shaken and painful..." An Tong took a few breaths and then said slowly: "Situ Nan said... this kind of situation requires the inheritance of a medical family."
"The Situ family also has many medical inheritances, but... almost all of them have no effect."
"It's as if this world is hostile to me..."
"So, Yin Hang, chat with me for a while... don't ask these questions anymore, it's really useless."
Yin Hang was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
The inheritance of a medical family?
I have plenty of them!
Ignoring An Tong's dissuasion, Yin Hang immediately gently touched An Tong's wound with his own hand, and then began to formulate related concepts.
【Shen Nong】
【Taste the herbs】
【Compendium of Materia Medica】
But after a while, An Tong still didn't get any better.
Yin Hang didn't understand why it was useless?
Because Emperor Yan and Shennong are the same person?
Isn't this historically controversial?
Seeing Yin Hang's appearance, An Tong gently pulled the corner of his clothes and murmured in a low voice: "Yin Hang, what are you doing?"
Yin Hang gently wiped away the tears that fell on An Tong's face and said, "Wait for me a little longer...I can cure you right away."
The Yan Emperor Shen Nong does not exist in this world, and others can.
[Zhang Zhongjing: Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases, Medical Sage]
[Bian Que: Bian Que Internal Classic, Bian Que External Classic, Difficult Classic]
[Li Shizhen: Compendium of Materia Medica, Medicine Sage]
Which of these is not a medical heritage with a long history!
And I also know... Hua Tuo!
In countless games based on the Three Kingdoms, Hua Tuo's appearance rate is extremely high, and he also knows a lot of relevant information.
【Hua Tuo】
[Ziyuan Hua, a medical scientist in the late Eastern Han Dynasty and one of the three miracle doctors of Jian'an]
【Master of surgery, originator of surgery】
【Mafei Powder】
[Qingnang Book]
[In his later years, he was suspected by Cao Cao, imprisoned and tortured to death]
In desperation, he even shouted out the names of the skills in the game.
However, An Tong still didn't get any better, and he didn't even feel any effect.
Because he couldn't understand the concept of medicine.
Gonggong and Zhurong can deceive themselves through water and fire.
But what should we do in medicine?
Yin Hang took a deep breath, raised his hand, and then bit it tightly. He only let go when blood flowed out.
Then he stared at the tooth mark on his hand, chanting about the inheritance of medical treatment, trying desperately to imagine that it would heal quickly.
But...it can't be done.
This kind of injury, no matter how much he deceived his own understanding, would take at least a week to heal.
Do I have to wait four or five days, when I feel I am almost recovered, before I can learn this inheritance?
What a joke!
"Yin Hang, Yin Hang?"
"Yin Hang!"
Yin Hang was stunned for a moment, recovered from his trance, and looked confused at An Tong, who had been tugging at his cuffs for a long time.
"You would listen to me when I cried before," An Tong said in a hoarse and aggrieved voice, "But now... I can't cry. I don't want to cry..."
Then An Tong gently stroked the wound that Yin Hang had just bitten with a hand as dry as firewood, and said with a slight trembling heartache: "Please, stay with me in the end...can't you?"
"An Tong, I'm sorry..." Yin Hang half-knelt beside the bed and hugged her as gently as possible.
"Don't say sorry..." An Tong laughed while coughing: "Say, I love you."
"I...I love you."
"I love you too, I love you so much, I don't know why, I love you so much." An Tong forced herself to lean in front of Yin Hang's face, feeling the hot breath of his breath on her face Said: "But, what a pity, I don't even have a human appearance now...Does it scare you?"
"No." Yin Hang said quickly.
"Hehehe, I don't care if I scare you," An Tong tried her best to show a smile and said: "But it doesn't matter, you will forget me soon."
"Besides, I've only known him for a short time."
"The love between each other is probably just a momentary impulse, right?"
"But I just really want to see you, I'm sorry."
"Listen to me first..."
Seeing that Yin Hang wanted to speak again, An Tong gently blocked his mouth with her fingers and whispered, "I bought a lot of clothes."
"They are all used to wrap my gift."
"Even the wedding dress is ready."
"In the dream, you and I were married many times, having bridal chambers every day...hehe."
"However, it's all just a dream..."
An Tong's voice became smaller and smaller, while Yin Hang gently held her hand, holding back tears and swore: "An Tong, don't worry, I will definitely let you put on a wedding dress and be my wife... so Just lie down first, don't talk too much, and give me some time, I'll be right..."
"But I'm about to die!" An Tong suddenly got the strength from nowhere and hit Yin Hang on the shoulder hard, but it was so light that he could hardly feel it.
"I don't want to wait! Does the way I look now... scare you?" An Tong seemed to understand something, and got up while coughing violently: "I'm going to ask Situ Nan for the magic talisman. I can When I change back, it's just like when I called you. Don't dislike me, don't dislike me..."
"I beg you, An Tong..." Yin Hang hugged An Tong tightly in his arms again, patted her back and comforted her: "I love you An Tong, no matter what you become. , I love you all and have never disliked you."
"Then I'm begging you, okay!" An Tong suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, beating Yin Hang's back with his hand and said: "If I use that talisman, I will die faster, but I want to spend more time with you...can't you just stay with me?"
"And I've already figured it out. I really have no future." An Tong said in a tearful voice, "So please, just stay with me for a while."
Seeing that Yin Hang was completely silent, An Tong gently put her arm around his waist, leaned on his shoulder, and whispered:
"It's great that we are all wearing school uniforms now."
"It's exactly the same as when I got married in my dream."
"Hey, hubby, can you kiss me at the end of the wedding like you did in your dream?"
Yin Hang retreated slowly and looked at An Tong in fear.
He had a terrible premonition. He felt that after the kiss, An Tong would...
However, the next moment, An Tong took the initiative to kiss her.
After a gentle touch like a piece of paper, An Tong fell into Yin Hang's arms like a puppet with its strings cut off, sliding down slowly against his body.
Yin Hang held her shoulders in silence, then put her on the bed with a calm expression and covered her with a quilt.
Five hours ago, Yin Hang thought he could finally start practicing.
Then I call my wife every day to enhance our relationship.
After spending a month of growth in school, he used the suitcase Qin Shimao gave him to accompany An Tong to the border after getting married.
But in these five hours...what happened suddenly?
He didn't know, he didn't know at all, as if there was an invisible force that instantly strangled him.
Yin Hang finally tidied up An Tong's sleeping face, walked to the door silently, and picked up a wooden thorn that he kicked off...
Then he slowly aimed at his abdomen.
If it relies on cognition, it probably means that you don’t believe that you will die, right?
After all, he has never died.
Thinking of this, Yin Hang raised his arms high and used Gonggong's water drops to give himself external strength.
Poof!
Yin Hang suddenly turned pale due to the severe pain, and the world in front of him gradually turned scarlet.
He should have been trying his best to imagine those concepts at this time.
However, when he saw An Tong sleeping like a withered flower but with a hint of happiness, he couldn't think of anything else.
If he really died...
It doesn't matter, anyway, in this world, except An Tong, no one cares about him, and no one cares about him.
"Bian Que... Hua Tuo... Zhang Zhongjing... Huangfu Mi... Ge Hong... Sun Simiao... Qian Yi... Zhu Danxi... Li Shizhen... Ye Tianshi..."
"Anyone can."
"Help me, you might as well trade my life for..."
Later, Yin Hang felt that his hands and feet were getting colder and colder, and he slowly slid down against the wall.
However, in front of Yin Hang's increasingly blurry eyes, they suddenly dispersed like a mirror and a moon in the water.
A quiet ancient town suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, while the drizzle continued beside him.
On the Qingqiao not far away, a child with braids was walking toward him, ringing a bell.
Yin Hang, on the other hand, looked at the rough clothes on his body blankly, not knowing what happened for a moment.
I am dead?
Then, the child who was as tall as himself stood in front of him and worshiped in a childlike voice:
"My teacher Hua Tuo, please come into the room and have a chat."
