"He fell off the cliff and was able to save his life because of his deep internal strength, which protected his internal organs, and good luck."
"As for when he can wake up and whether he can wake up, it all depends on his destiny."
The old voice came, with deep regret.
The young man who spoke earlier asked again: "Grandpa, his hands seem to be cut like this when plowing branches and shrubs."
"With such injuries, is he looking for something?"
"maybe……"
The sound gradually faded away, and Mo Ronyan tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as if they were pressed by a huge boulder.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it.
After struggling for a long time, he fell asleep again.
When he regained consciousness again, the sound of rushing water could be heard in his ears.
Then, the young man's voice that he heard before sounded, "Ah, you finally woke up! Grandpa said that if you don't wake up today, you may never wake up."
Mo Ronyan's long eyelashes trembled, and he turned his head with difficulty and looked to his side.
What he saw was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old.
Wearing light blue simple linen clothes, with a baby face and eyes as dark as grapes, one can instantly fall in love with him.
"Thank you for saving me." Four hoarse syllables barely escaped from his throat. Mo Ronyan raised his hand and pressed it on the edge of the tub before getting up.
The young man quickly supported him: "Hey, don't move, be careful of the silver needle moving!"
Mo Ronyan only moved slightly, and a heartbreaking pain came from his dantian and chest.
He couldn't help but groan, and his forehead was suddenly covered with cold sweat.
"Your internal injuries are too serious. You have been unable to mobilize your internal energy in the past month. Your heart and lungs have also been damaged. You must take good care of yourself."
"Ahem..." Mo Ronyan coughed twice. When he heard about his injuries, the color of his eyes did not change at all.
After the dizziness dissipated from his eyes, he asked with difficulty: "Have you... seen a woman wearing men's clothing?"
The young man carefully looked at the silver needle on his chest, and after confirming that it had not shifted, he breathed a sigh of relief, "No, grandpa and I went out to collect medicine, and we only found you."
"Oh, by the way, my name is Ren Le, sir, what is your name?"
"Are you being hunted? It's really a miracle that the young master is still alive after falling from such a high cliff. The woman you mentioned is probably dead."
Mo Rongyan's heart suddenly tightened, and a fishy sweetness suddenly filled his throat.
He closed his eyes calmly and swallowed the fishy-sweet mouthful.
When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse and calm, "Brother, please help me up. I have to go."
Ren Le rolled his eyes: "Let's go? Brother, if you can stand up on your own now, I admire you."
Mo Ronyan was silent for a moment, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Then when can I leave?"
The person who answered him this time was Ren Le's grandfather, "Sir, your injury is too serious. In addition, you have been exposed to the rain for a long time and your lungs have been damaged. If you want to get out of bed, you will have to receive injections and take medicine for at least seven days."
seven days...
Mo Ronyan's bloody fingertips suddenly grasped the edge of the bucket tightly.
The nails instantly cracked and blood spilled out again.
"Hey, don't use too much force!" Ren Le exclaimed and quickly held his hand, "I have to apply the medicine again."
The old man pinched Mo Ronyan's thin wrist and carefully felt for his pulse.
After a moment, he let go of his hand and sighed softly, "Sir, we were at the bottom of the cliff, and we only saw you."
"As for the woman you mentioned, she was either rescued or fell into the river..." The old man paused and did not hide it, "Life or death is unknown."
Mo Rongyan's face was cold and indifferent.
The whole body was exuding a bone-chilling chill, and even though he didn't say a word, he felt like he was falling into a cold pool.
Ren Le trembled, crossed his arms and rubbed them.
Mo Ronyan lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes like crow feathers completely covered the thoughts in his eyes.
After a while, he said calmly: "The grace of saving my life will be repaid one day."
For the next seven days, he fully cooperated with his grandfather and grandson.
Take medicine, give injections, and take medicinal baths.
The whole person is like an exquisite ice sculpture on the top of a snow-capped mountain.
The beauty is beautiful, but there is no trace of human emotions and desires.
The cliff bottom is soaked in the orchid atmosphere. Because there are few people around all year round, the small animals in the mountains are contentedly.
When the little beasts wandering leisurely in the forest saw a human with excellent appearance suddenly intruding, they not only did not hide, but the bold ones even came up to him out of curiosity and sniffed the hem of his clothes.
Mo Ronyan's intrusion was like a touch of black and white suddenly dyed on the brightly colored meticulous painting scroll.
The cold aura around him was incompatible with the liveliness around him.
He walked slowly on the grass, his dark hair loosely tied behind him.
As the breeze blew, a few strands of naughty hair fell on his beautiful face.
The extreme white and black outline his face even more beautifully.
He stood by a clear river, looking down at the fish swimming in the river, his eyes light.
The sun shines on the river, and there are bits of gold on the river.
The tall man stood quietly by the river.
The breeze rolled up the hem of his black and white clothes, outlining an indifferent and cool arc.
Ren Le chased after him: "Your Highness, you are in good health and can't walk for so long. Come back with me quickly!"
Although grandpa vaguely guessed that the person they rescued was Mo Ronyan, the third prince of Dongqi God of War, he still felt it was a bit mysterious until Mo Ronyan told them his real name without concealing it.
The third prince protects his family and country and fights on the battlefield. To him, he is like an example that he dare not blaspheme.
Now, this role model is around me.
He didn't know how to describe this feeling.
I always feel like I'm dreaming.
Mo Ronyan lowered his eyes, and his voice, which he had not spoken for a long time, was hoarse, "Ren Le, do you have a pen and paper?"
