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"Brother Qi Yang..." Ling'er didn't know how to persuade Qi Yang, so she had to turn to Ji Cangyu and ask him for help.

Ji Cangyu said: "He is not afraid of pain, so why are you so worried?" Then, he also lost a child.

Ling'er stood aside and watched them play the chess pieces one by one, and Qi Yang became more and more skillful in holding the chess pieces. If he hadn't noticed that Qi Yang's forehead was covered with dense cold sweat, Ling'er's heart might not be so painful.

Already.

Ji Cangyu had been secretly paying attention to the movements of Qi Yang's hands and did not put much energy into playing chess. When he carefully looked at the chess game, he was surprised to find that he had underestimated his opponent.

Ling'er noticed Ji Cangyu Luozi's movements and looked at the current situation. Qi Yang actually had a clear advantage!

Just when Ling'er was proud of Qi Yang's chess skills, Ji Cangyu said: "I really didn't realize that Qi Shaoxia was so good at chess. Ji thought that you had nothing to offer except your martial arts skills. After all, you treat people well."

In terms of etiquette, it's really..." Ji Cangyu didn't say any more.

"Uncle Ji, how can you say that?" Linger frowned and complained.

Qi Yang lowered his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ji Cangyu ignored Ling'er and continued to say to Qi Yang, "I don't know what your father-in-law taught you!"

As soon as these words came out, Ling'er felt Qi Yang's body tremble, and a gloomy and chilling cold air emanated from his body.

Ji Cangyu squinted his eyes and looked at Qi Yang, his murderous aura was unconcealed, Qi Yang wanted to kill him

Qi Yang sat there without moving. He only held a chess piece in his hand tightly, letting the blood on his fingertips slowly seep out, and then condensed into a large drop of blood and slid down the chess piece onto the table.

Ling'er felt very distressed when she saw Qi Yang's fingertips bleeding, but she didn't dare to step forward and care about him. Ling'er didn't know what was wrong with him, but she felt that Brother Qi Yang was very strange at this time.

Ji Cangyu glanced at Qi Yang's fingers, snorted coldly, and said: "This chess game cannot be played!"

After Ji Cangyu finished speaking, he stood up and planned to leave. Before leaving, he threw the white chess piece in his hand onto the table. Whether intentionally or not, the white chess piece happened to cover the drop of blood on the table.

Ling'er watched Ji Cangyu leave, and then looked at Qi Yang.

Qi Yang had put away his murderous aura, closed his eyes, and looked sad.

"Brother Qi Yang, what's wrong with you?" Ling'er asked cautiously, "Did Uncle Ji mention the things about uncle and aunt that made you unhappy?"

Qi Yang did not answer, only whispered: "I want to be quiet for a while."

"Oh." Ling'er responded, but did not leave. Instead, he sat opposite Qi Yang and put the white pieces on the chessboard back into the jar one by one.

Qi Yang looked at Ling'er, and the hatred towards Ji Cangyu in his heart gradually diminished, and then turned into annoyance. What happened to him? When did the way he got along with his enemies change from being incompatible with each other, with swords at each other, to being so merciful?

Being able to sit and play chess together happily

Ling'er didn't know Qi Yang's mood at this time, but she only knew that he had returned to the Qi Yang brother she was familiar with. Ling'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi Yang felt very guilty at this time. He felt that he had failed his parents and his master.

Feeling sad, he put the chess pieces into the jar one by one as if to punish himself, then placed them one by one on the chessboard, and then put the chess pieces away again, and so on.

Ling'er looked at Qi Yang distressedly, knowing that he was in a bad mood, but couldn't stop him.

I don't know how long it took, but Ling'er felt that her heart was numb with pain, and every chess piece was gradually stained with blood, before Qi Yang let him go. He got up and walked back to the small bed, facing inward and undressing.

Lie down.

Ling'er covered Qi Yang with a quilt and sat beside him quietly to accompany him.

Qi Yang was very tired and fell asleep soon.

Listening to Qi Yang's shallow breathing, Ling'er finally breathed a sigh of relief. She suddenly remembered Qi Yang's hidden injury. She looked back at the ajar door, hesitating whether to help Qi Yang while he was sleeping.

He takes some medicine or something.

Ling'er twisted the corner of his clothes, and there was a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

The injury was in a place that made people blush and make their hearts beat. This was the main reason for her hesitation. Although she was a doctor and shouldn't have cared about the differences between men and women, the other person was Brother Qi Yang! Just the thought of treating him

As for the injury, Ling'er felt that her face was burning.

But the injuries there cannot be treated without medication. If infection occurs, it will be fatal!

Ling'er thought of the seriousness of the problem and made a decisive decision.

Ling'er got up and went to get the medicine, but the medicine on the table had disappeared. She clearly remembered that she had put the remaining medicine on the table.

In desperation, Linger had no choice but to go out and grind the medicine again.

By the time Ling'er returned to the house again, it was already after a cup of tea.

Ling'er looked out the door guiltily, and then closed the door.

Carrying the freshly ground herbal paste, Ling'er walked towards Qi Yang anxiously.

"That injury won't work without applying medicine! That injury won't work without applying medicine..." Ling'er thought over and over in her heart, cheering herself up.

Just when Ling'er mustered up the courage to lift Qi Yang's quilt, Qi Yang suddenly turned around, opened his sleepy eyes, and looked at Ling'er blankly.

"Ah!" Ling'er exclaimed, as if she was caught red-handed as a thief, and the medicine in her hand was almost thrown away with a shake of her hand.

Qi Yang saw Ling'er lifting his quilt with one hand and holding the prepared wound medicine in the other, and asked in confusion: "Are you going to help me change the dressing? Didn't you just apply the medicine?"

"Ah" Ling'er had an idea and explained, "Isn't your fingertip bleeding again? I want to help you apply some medicine again."

"Those minor injuries don't have to be so troublesome!" Even so, Qi Yang felt warm in his heart.

"Okay then!" Ling'er obediently covered Qi Yang's quilt again.

Now that Qi Yang has woken up, Ling'er can no longer give him medicine. In front of Qi Yang, Ling'er thinks he can't do it. And Ling'er can also guess that Qi Yang doesn't want him to know those terrible things.

of injury.

"It's all my fault for waking you up!" Ling'er said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, I haven't slept much." Qi Yang said with a smile.

"You obviously fell asleep just now." Ling'er thought to herself, but didn't say it out loud.

What Qi Yang said was the truth. Ever since Ling'er treated his wound with medicine, the wound was no longer so painful, and he was no longer drowsy. However, the pain from the retrograde meridians still tormented him all the time, so no matter how much he

No matter how tired or sleepy he was, he couldn't fall asleep. He would often be woken up by pain as soon as he fell asleep, but Ling'er didn't know it.

Ling'er's plan to secretly give Qi Yang medicine could only be shelved because every time she wanted to secretly do it, Qi Yang would wake up.

She seemed to be asleep but woke up at the slightest touch, which made Ling'er very helpless.

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Chapter completed!