"..."
It felt like he was in an abyss of ice and fire, and every inch of his body felt like it was being bitten.
The feeling of darkness is really uncomfortable.
He could feel that he was not dead yet. But he kept wandering back and forth in front of the gate of hell, without even a ray of sunlight, as if he had become a lonely soul, but was imprisoned in a seriously injured body.
He still has a lot to worry about. Father and mother, little sister, Dongfang Shiming and others, and...many, many more.
But he has no regrets. I am ashamed of the people who care about me, but I have no regrets at all. If time travels back again, he should and will do that again.
I just hope that Master can be safe and sound...
"..."
Opening your eyes slightly, the slightest bit of bright color along the gap between the eyelashes instantly stimulates the mind and consciousness.
"……Well!"
Fu Yunge woke up suddenly.
Just as he was about to jump up, he felt a sharp stab of pain in his back. Half leaning on his side, he could only lie back down slowly, eyes wide open in surprise, looking around at all the unfamiliar things around him.
The old doctor had been working hard for a long time and now he had fallen asleep leaning on the table. The pale temple hair shone brightly in the weak candlelight, and the inner room was extremely quiet and peaceful.
Fu Yunge lowered his head and looked at his body, there were still many confusions in his mind.
He felt as if he had had a long nightmare, and the pain was so painful that it was about to tear his consciousness apart. But now, he really can no longer feel the severe pain, and he has slept for a long time and is much more energetic.
The effect of Silver Snail and Golden Gallbladder is extremely symptomatic. At this moment, Fu Yunge's damaged meridians have healed on their own. The old doctor had already dealt with the trauma and broken bones, and the blood stasis had long since dissipated, and his whole body was now as if he was reborn.
I looked around, but there was only one poinsettia missing.
Fu Yunge rubbed his heart, and a hidden feeling of uneasiness suddenly arose.
He turned sideways, trying not to touch the wound on his back, and managed to get out of bed. The rustling sound made the old doctor slowly wake up, and he opened his sleepy eyes in a deep sleep.
"...Hey, you're awake..." The old doctor saw Fu Yunge trying to get out of bed, and reminded him, half asleep, "Don't move...just rest."
Fu Yunge also saw the medicinal materials and utensils around him and knew that he was the doctor. He then hurriedly asked: "How long have I been unconscious?"
The old doctor was not completely awake at the moment. He counted slowly with his fingers: "One day...two days...three..."
When Fu Yunge saw this, he felt more and more anxious. He held on to the shelf beside him and tried to get up, but his grip failed and he fell to the ground along with the shelf.
The noisy sound suddenly made the old doctor sober up. He finally raised his head and looked over there with wide eyes: "Oh, don't move around, the injury is not healed yet."
He turned around and glanced outside the door. There was silence and darkness outside the window - it seemed that it was night again.
"Two days..." He couldn't help but lower his head and muttered to himself, "He hasn't come back yet..."
Fu Yunge didn't know why, but he felt more and more nervous.
"Who are you talking about?" Although he seemed to have a conclusion in his mind, he still hesitated to get a confirmation.
The old doctor looked at him. After thinking about it for a while, it seemed that the boy's injury was relatively stable, so it might be okay to inform him.
"It's the person who sent you here." The old doctor told the truth, "He's also in a mess, with plum blossoms on his clothes."
That's right. Fu Yunge nodded, but more questions came to his mind.
"Where did senior go? What did he do?...Did he leave any message for me?" Fu Yunge asked in rapid succession as his heart surged.
The old doctor was so frightened by his excited appearance that he paused for a long time before slowly telling him in detail what had happened over the past few days.
The night wind was blowing outside the window, blowing in along the withered window edges, making a strange piercing scream.
After a while, the old doctor finally finished speaking slowly. Fu Yunge's expression seemed to be frozen, solemn and surprised.
The candle slowly burned out, and the remaining light from the wick began to illuminate the dark room. The old doctor turned around and found a new candle in the drawer, lit it, and inserted it tremblingly on top of the original copper candlestick.
"That's it... He was supposed to be back in three days, but now it's the second night."
After lighting the fire again, the old doctor turned around and sighed.
Fu Yunge left a little hope in his heart. Yes, the time has not come yet, maybe senior will come back tomorrow.
He picked up the small brocade bag placed on the table and was filled with emotions. This was given to him by the woodcutter when he was leaving. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a silver conch and a golden gall.
The old woodcutter might have anticipated his current danger, so he was so prepared for a rainy day. It was just that such a precious treasure was given to him, a temporary visitor, and he respected and appreciated the old woodcutter even more. He had absolutely nothing to repay for the two life-saving graces.
However... Fu Yunge felt the true energy in his body, and it seemed that after this life-and-death struggle, he had completely mastered the "Qi Po Yun Mansion" style. I don’t know if it’s a blessing in disguise.
As his mind flashed, he suddenly thought about Qingyuan Realm again. However, he believed that Dongfang Shiming could handle it with ease, and senior Lang Chenyan should have rushed to help, so he didn't need to worry.
Now, the only thing I can't worry about is Poinsettia-senpai.
