MTL - He is From Great Sea of Stars-Chapter 99 you are drunk
Cheng Zhiyi is a doctor.
As a doctor, even if you don't have the slightest kindness, you must abide by the most basic rules.
When you start to heal a person, no matter how many personal grudges there are, let them go completely.
Even if you want to kill him after you heal him, even if you hate him deeply or love him deeply, you still can't substitute any personal grievances when you heal him.
It is the luck of the patient to meet such a doctor.
But obviously, this time, the patient was not so cooperative.
"Miss Lin."
Cheng Zhiyi held the golden needle and frowned,
"Whether it can be cured or not will only be determined after my careful diagnosis. If you are so taboo and avoid doctors, even if Hua Tuo is alive, it will not be able to save you."
The girl in purple was sitting in a wheelchair, her eyes were quiet, she heard the words, and said softly,
"Qinglan, you go out first."
The maid on the side is blessed,
"Yes."
The door was slammed shut, and the silence returned in an instant.
The girl in purple raised her head, her beautiful eyes were very clear, just looking at her like water,
"I heard that you have the same name as me."
Cheng Zhiyi opened the gold needle in his hand, and his tone was very flat.
"Um."
"I heard that you are here for Jingjian, right?"
......
Cheng Zhiyi raised her head, her eyes fell on the face of the purple-clothed girl, and the corners of her lips curved into a very light arc.
"Maybe it was before, but not now."
"That's what Brother Huo asked you to help me heal, right?"
Lin Zhiyi sighed with a sad tone.
"Did he also say that as long as you help me heal my leg, you can ask for anything."
......
"Miss Cheng, we have the same name, the same age, and in fact, the same fate."
Cheng Zhiyi raised his eyes, his eyes were calm and calm.
"You love Lin Jingjian, right?"
She smiled bitterly and said softly, "I love Brother Huo too."
"Not being loved is the cruelest thing in the world. We both have the same illness, and you must be able to understand my feelings."
......
"Miss Cheng, I beg you, leave me alone."
There was a small opening in the window lattice, and the noon sun was pouring in, and it fell on the golden needle, with a slight shimmer of light.
Cheng Zhiyi noticed that there was also a guqin in her house.
It is very similar to hers, both of which are in the form of a bead, with cedar on the bottom of the piano, paulownia for the sound, and red sandalwood on the tail.
It's almost like the same piano.
"My leg was injured for him, and he was so desperate to heal me that he wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible."
"But I can't bear it. I won't pester him. I don't need him to give me anything in return. I'm not greedy at all. I just hope that I can just stay and watch him from afar."
"We have the same experience, and now we are all suffering like this. You must know what I think best in your heart. You helped me, you love Jingjian, and I can help you too."
......
Cheng Zhiyi finally looked away and landed on her face.
The girl's eyes were already full of tears, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and every look in her eyes was filled with deep sadness.
Weak, pitiful, and distressing.
"Feel sorry."
Lin Zhiyi was stunned for a while. Tears wet his eyelashes, but they never fell.
"Miss Cheng..."
"I don't need your help, and forgive me for not being able to help you. I'm here because I'm entrusted by others. You don't want to be treated, but he wants to be treated, so he will always fail one. But everything comes first and then arrives later. I think Miss Lin should understand. This makes sense."
"..."
The girl in purple lowered her head in silence, her hands on her knees, clenching tightly.
The fingernails sank directly into her palm, but she didn't seem to feel the slightest bit.
Cheng Zhiyi lifted the cloak that was covering her legs, and said in a light tone,
"Miss Lin, when did you get hurt..."
"Don't touch me!"
She pushed her away suddenly, her face was full of tears, her eyes were flushed, and she was holding a hairpin in her hand against her neck.
"I don't need your treatment!"
"If you touch me again, I'll just kill myself! He won't want me anyway, so what's the point of my life in this world!"
......
Cheng Zhiyi looked at her silently.
"I beg you, I don't have many wishes, as long as I can stay with him. I beg you..."
The girl in purple was crying so hard that she was about to lose her breath, her face was full of tears, her voice was mournful, with despair and a trace of hope.
Cheng Zhiyi didn't know that just a gentle touch like this would cause such a big reaction from her.
He frowned, his tone was very light,
"Miss Lin, the leg injury, once the injury is serious, the longer it drags on, the harder it will be to heal. You may not want it now, but when you regret it again in the future, it may not be cured completely."
"I don't care, I just beg you, leave me alone, and tell Big Brother Huo that I'm too badly injured and can't be cured at all, okay? If you have any requirements, just tell me, he won't agree to you, I promise you. Cheng Zhiyi, I beg you..."
......
When Cheng Zhiyi came out of the house, when he looked up, he saw two men standing in the yard.
Huo Xingchao sat lazily at the stone table, playing with a Kongming lock in his hand, very leisurely.
Lin Jingjian frowned and stood behind him with a solemn expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
As soon as he saw it, he greeted him, his tone was gentle, but with a hint of anxiety that could not be concealed, "Miss Cheng, how are you?"
Cheng Zhiyi passed him and walked straight to the man beside the stone table.
The man raised his eyes and asked casually, "How?"
"Feel sorry-"
As soon as these words came out, Lin Jingjian, who was behind him, lowered his eyes lightly, his blue clothes were upright, and he couldn't hide his disappointment.
"—I can't cure it."
Huo Xingchao stood up, his narrow eyes narrowed, revealing a bit of danger,
"What did you say?"
Unable to cure, the meaning of these three words depends on which two words the stress falls on.
Inability to cure.
Or, it can't be cured.
It is clear.
- Cheng Zhiyi is the second meaning.
She had no expression, and her tone was light, as if she was just stating a fact, and repeated it again,
"I can't cure it."
Lin Jingjian was still stunned, but Huo Xingchao already understood.
In other words, he had such suspicions a long time ago, but today, it has been completely confirmed.
The man sneered, threw the Kong Mingsuo in his hand to the ground, and then strode into the house with his sleeves.
The door was slammed open with a loud bang.
The half-shattered door frame showed the master's uncontrollable anger.
Lin Jingjian was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. He turned to look at Cheng Zhiyi, and his tone was a little anxious.
"What did you just tell him?"
Cheng Zhiyi glanced at him lightly, packed up his medicine box, and did not intend to get involved in their troubled waters.
But it is clear that the development of the situation seems to be more serious than they thought.
Because Huo Xingchao went in for less than half a moment, there was the sound of the table, chairs and vases shattering.
There was also the woman's panicked cries and screams.
Lin Jingjian, who had been with him for nearly ten years, felt tight in his heart, and suddenly flashed in his mind many years ago when he first saw Huo Xingchao, his calm and murderous appearance, those cold and bloodthirsty eyes Just staring at him so lightly...
Holding the sword, he rushed in directly.
Cheng Zhiyi originally wanted to leave.
Either Lin Zhiyi, Huo Xingchao, or even Lin Jingjian now.
She doesn't want to care anymore.
But the screaming and screaming in the house was really scary.
Huo Xingchao became furious after listening to her words. Out of the heart of a doctor, she still couldn't just sit back and ignore it.
The girl in the white dress lowered her eyes, sighed, and finally carried the medical box and walked in with her feet raised.
The door had been blown back by the wind, and the movement inside suddenly became very light, as if no one was there.
Cheng Zhiyi gently pulled away.
"Squeak-"
......
She stood there, staring blankly at the scene in front of her.
Broken pieces of porcelain were scattered on the ground, tables, chairs, and embroidery frames were all upside down, and even the hot water in the teapot was spilling out, steaming hot.
Lin Zhiyi's wheelchair had already collapsed.
She fell into the middle of a pile of broken pieces of porcelain, with tears still on her face, her expression fearful and panic, but she couldn't say a word.
Because the neck was being pinched fiercely by a big hand, the girl's hands were probably cut by broken pieces of porcelain, and she was still bleeding out, but out of the instinct of survival, she hugged the big hand around her neck and tried desperately to pull it away. .
But to no avail.
"Huo...save...save..."
Cheng Zhiyi looked at the man.
He was half-kneeling on the ground, his black robe was wide, the cuffs were stained with tea stains, and stained with Lin Zhiyi's blood, looking shocking.
But he didn't care at all.
His right hand was holding the girl's neck, and his dark eyes also had a casual smile. With his handsome eyebrows, he looked light and sultry.
The man hooked his lips, his voice was soft and lazy,
"Lin Zhiyi, I'm too lazy to care about you. It doesn't mean I can't kill you. You'd better calm me down and don't waste my time."
"I... save..."
He let go of his hand and gently stroked his sleeve.
The girl in purple fell to the ground, clutching her neck, coughing non-stop, and even forgot to shed tears.
"That's it, Imperial Doctor Yang in Tiangong happened to commit a capital crime a few days ago, and he will be executed in a few days."
"I'll ask him to see a doctor for you, when will you be cured, and when will you be beheaded. In this way, it won't affect your boudoir reputation."
Lin Zhiyi leaned over on the ground, her voice trembling slightly, with a difficult hoarseness.
She was silent for a long time,
"well."
Huo Xingchao stood up, and when he turned his head, his eyes just fell on the girl in the white skirt at the door.
He raised his eyebrows again, raised his feet and walked over,
"Let's go."
His tone was calm, lazy and casual,
"It's time for lunch."
......
At that moment, Cheng Zhiyi saw Lin Jingjian's hand holding the sword tightly.
The blue veins were exposed, but he desperately endured it until his eyes became red.
On the other hand, the **** the ground looked at the back of the leaving man, closed her eyes, and smiled sadly.
- She suddenly felt very cold.
Cheng Zhiyi stood at the door for a long time.
I watched the girl crying on the ground for a long time.
"Not being loved is the cruelest thing in the world. We both have the same illness, and you must be able to understand my feelings."
......
At that moment, through Lin Zhiyi, she seemed to see herself very clearly.
The self in her heart.
The wounded blood was dripping, and he was crawling on the ground, but he was looking at a back that would never look back.
Poor as hell.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
A lazy voice came from behind.
"Miss Cheng."
So familiar.
Just like reading a poem, the words are soft and gentle, and the ending is raised, and there are several bends in the tongue.
-It's like saying, "Miss Cheng, I love you."
- The same passionate and ambiguous.
Alas, what a hypocritical and damned reincarnation.
