Duan Zhan opened the door and let Mr. Duan go in to examine Song Jiao.
At this time, most of the patterns on his face faded away, revealing his original fair skin, with clear facial features, and the lavender lines added a bit of beauty and strangeness to him.
The breath all over my body is soothing and peaceful, no longer ready to explode at any moment like before.
Duan Lao used his powers to conduct a detailed inspection on Song Jiao.
"There is nothing serious about the person. He just needs to take good care of himself in the future. It is not advisable to move or think too much."
Duan Lao was a little hesitant. After taking this step, there was really no turning back.
But considering Duan Zhan's methods, he really didn't have the courage to confess, he just hoped that he was right in his bet.
He took out a square box from the medicine box and said: "I also prepared a soothing incense, which can relieve physical discomfort, but the power will be delayed and stagnant after use, because its principle is to inhibit the operation of the power in the body. And thus reduce the pain caused by the side effects of supernatural powers."
He paused and looked at Duan Zhan, waiting for his decision.
Duan Zhan immediately said: "This is a good match.
Put aside all other things in your hands and focus on taking care of Jiao Jiao's body during these days and keep her healthy.
If someone comes to you for something, let them come to me first.
You should do more research on this type of medicine, mainly to avoid possible discomfort to people taking the medicine while ensuring the therapeutic effect. "
Mr. Duan bowed and nodded in response.
Before he exited the room, Duan Zhan said again: "When this is done, I will get you from Xu Wu."
Duan Lao raised his head in disbelief.
Duan Zhan spoke again, indicating that he understood what he meant.
"From now on, you will only be Q City's pharmacist. You don't have to obey anyone except me."
This is a guarantee to him that as long as he takes care of Song Jiao's body, Mr. Duan will be protected by Duan Zhan from now on.
The last person to receive such treatment was Xu Miao.
This promise was not unimportant, but unfortunately... it was too late.
Mr. Duan didn't know how he got out of the villa and returned to his residence.
The opportunity to get rid of Xu Wu and regain freedom was right in front of him, but he couldn't have it.
Resentment arose in his heart, why didn't Song Jiao show up earlier? Why does she faint when she smells the fragrance of flowers?
Otherwise, when he knew her identity and put away the flowers in the hall, things would not be like this.
***
In the early morning, the sunlight quietly slipped into the room through the window.
Song Jiao played with Duan Zhan's fingers. Unlike her fair and delicate fingers, Duan Zhan's knuckles were thick and there were thick calluses on all five fingers.
"Huh?"
Song Jiao held his wrist and examined it carefully, gently rubbed the scar on it with his thumb, and kissed it with pity.
"It's all over. I'm in good health."
Duan Zhan comforted him.
His Jiao Jiao should be carefree, and he didn't want her to show a sad expression, even if it was because she felt sorry for him.
Song Jiao glared at him dissatisfied and said angrily: "I don't know your physique. An ordinary cut will heal in a few days at most. This is an old injury."
Under the sun, Duan Zhan's skin was somewhat transparent, and the cyan blood vessels on his wrists revealed a bewitching meaning for no apparent reason.
If you look carefully, you can see three or five light white marks on it, as if someone had lightly scratched it with a fingernail, and it would return to normal after a few breaths.
But Song Jiao knew that was not the case.
It is a clear scar, and if you rub it with your hands, you will feel an obvious unevenness.
Duan Zhan has a strong physique. He seems to be well-behaved in front of you and can be bullied casually. No matter how you treat him, he will look at you gently. If he shows a little dissatisfaction, he will be like a cat that has lost its sense of security, looking at him pitifully, but Don't dare to speak out.
No, the more I think about it, the more I like him, and I can’t even be angry with him anymore.
Song Jiao opened his mouth angrily and bit Duan Zhan's wrist. Under his lips was his pulse, with the majestic vitality beating in it.
Even though he knew that using a dagger would not cut his skin, Song Jiao still couldn't bear to use force and could only grind it with his teeth as if to vent his anger.
"Jiaojiao, please spare me, Jiaojiao, I was wrong."
Duan Zhan said with some patience, and even raised his other hand to gently touch Song Jiao's forehead.
He knew that Jiao Jiao was angry, but... this little effort in such a move was more like flirting.
He can't bear it, his sweetheart who has been waiting for several years is doing this to you, but if he dares to really...
Jiao Jiao is angry, her attitude is not correct, will she be unhappy?
Song Jiao looked at him and saw the patience on his face, the undisguised desire for aggression in his eyes, the desire to devour her...
They can't resist each other's attraction, just like Song Jiao can't help but go off topic and get close to him every time.
"How did you do this?"
Duan Zhan was silent, he didn't know how to answer.
The injury was on the inside of the wrist. It was a scar caused by repeated injuries and repairs by the body over the years.
If he said he was injured by others, does he mean that he had been imprisoned and tortured many times?
"I...my mental state is sometimes unstable, and I can stay awake by cutting my wrist."
Seeing the disapproval on Song Jiao's face, he quickly continued.
"I am very measured. They are all unimportant wounds and will heal in a day or two at most. I still have to fight with people. If it really affects my actions, it will cause bad things. I am really very sensible.
So I won't become crazy, don't worry.
This scar..."
Duan Zhan hesitated, but still said: "As long as there are no more cuts, it will take at most a month to return to normal."
Song Jiao glanced at him sideways and said, "Oh, it will be better in a month, so you have frequently self-harmed in the past. I really can't tell you have such a hobby."
At the end of the sentence, her voice rose unconsciously.
She knew Duan Zhan was like this because of her death, but she still couldn't help but get angry, angry that he wouldn't take good care of her.
She is alive now, but if she fails to solve the problem of the spread of the virus and fails to avoid the annihilation of the world in a few years, what will Duan Zhan do?
High-level superpower users can live for a long time, but if they fail to achieve the system goal and the number of people who survive in the world is less than the designated value, will Duan Zhan not live alone?
She didn't want him to be buried with him. She would rather Duan Zhan completely forget about her than live like this for twenty years.
Because she was really distressed.
Song Jiao's eyes were filled with tears. Duan Zhan hurriedly apologized and promised repeatedly that he would not do it again in the future.
She threw herself into Duan Zhan's arms and cried silently.
She seemed to see Duan Zhan in the past, losing control in this room, trying to destroy everything crazily, but because the room was filled with things related to her, she could only endure the desire to destroy.
The interior had been destroyed and rebuilt several times, but he could only lie on the floor with restraint, despising himself over and over again, enduring the mental torture inflicted by his own hands.
I repeatedly asked myself why I didn’t go to accompany Jiao Jiao?
Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I opened my wrist forcefully, feeling the loss of life force.
Then he gradually woke up and sorted everything out alone and in embarrassment.
Except for the fresh wounds on his wrists, it seemed as if he had never been on the verge of despair or suffered a mental breakdown.
"Duan Zhan, Duan Zhan..."
Song Jiao hugged him and called his name over and over again, but was unable to travel through time and space to give him some comfort.
Duan Zhan answered patiently: "I'm here."
Can……
When you called my name before, I wasn't there, Duan Zhan...
