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The five hundred and twentieth seventh chapter draws the sword to help the disaster (fifty-four)

Ling'er couldn't help but sigh, "It's thank you that you have this great internal strength, otherwise the consequences..." She couldn't imagine.

Qi Yang felt a little nervous when he heard this, Ling'er seemed to know something! Before Qi Yang could finish thinking about Ling'er's preface, Ling'er's thoughts were interrupted.

Ling'er actually said hello and didn't say a word, and directly reached into his underwear pocket and touched it!

Qi Yang clearly felt the temperature in Ling'er's palm ironing on his chest through a thin inner jacket. At the same time, it seemed as if an electric current quickly ran through his limbs and bones from the intersection of their skin, making his body slightly numb.

Ling'er didn't realize what she had done. When she touched the small white porcelain bottle, she took it out naturally.

"Brother Yang, what's wrong with you?" Ling'er asked in confusion when she met Brother Yang's shocked gaze.

"No... it's okay." Qi Yang quickly withdrew his gaze, tried to calm the unfamiliar agitation in his heart, and kept telling himself that Ling'er was just going to get the medicine bottle, just the medicine bottle.

"Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere? Why are your face flushed?" Ling'er asked worriedly, freeing up a hand to touch Brother Tanyang's forehead, "I didn't have a fever. Is it because the wound hurt? I asked, is there any difference in the pain in the wound?"

"It's okay." Qi Yang touched Ling'er's concern expression, felt warm in his heart, and comforted him, "The wound will no longer hurt."

Once upon a time, who cares about him so much? Whenever the wound ulcers cause fever, he will bear it himself? He didn't say it, and the doctors naturally wouldn't ask. Perhaps he was too strong. Out of respect for the strong, doctors often ignore these ordinary skin trauma, which will make him feel uncomfortable and make him weak.

Ling'er is different. Ling'er is always taking care of him carefully. Even if he doesn't say anything, Ling'er can see through all kinds of clues. Just a little change in complexion will make Ling'er worry for a long time. What's his virtue?

"How can the wound not hurt?" Ling'er couldn't help refuting. But she slowly felt relieved because she found that the blush on Brother Yang's face had faded.

Qi Yang smiled, feeling that Ling'er's pouting little mouth was very cute at this time, which made his heart sway, and suddenly a strange impulse arose. He quickly lowered his eyes and restrained his lost mind.

Ling'er also noticed that Brother Yang's expression was strange, not quite the same as usual. However, she did not go into it, because she suddenly remembered the serious matter.

Seeing Ling'er pick up the small medicine bottle again, Qi Yang also turned his attention back to Ling'er's hand. He couldn't help but wonder what Ling'er wanted to do.

What else can Ling'er do? She opened the medicine bottle and poured elixirs into her palm.

"I've taken the medicine." Qi Yang immediately dissuaded.

Ling'er did not stop the movement in her hand and said, "With your current pulse, it is not an exaggeration to take a few more pills. Just take two more pills first!"

Qi Yang looked at the two pills handed to his mouth thoughtfully, but he didn't react for a moment that he should open his mouth. Why did he always feel that Ling'er is very familiar with his physical condition? Did Ling'er find out something else?

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