"This side is the outlet of the wind. Let's go to the leeward side to chat."
This man walked forward to lead the way, and Song Jing followed behind. He couldn't explain the complicated feeling in his heart.
Even though he is covered with a thick cloak, it is not difficult to tell from his skeleton that if he does not shrink his shoulders and hunch his back, he must be tall.
The man found a stone bench under the eaves of the leeward corridor and sat down, "You sit down too...ahem..."
After saying three words, I started wheezing and coughing.
Song Jing hung the illuminated lantern on a nearby branch, sat down, and without saying hello, grabbed the man's wrist and felt his pulse.
Not saying hello was not because Song Jing was being rude, but because the person was kicking and coughing so hard that Song Jing even wondered if the other person was deliberately pretending to be terminally ill to deceive her.
Song Jing didn't want Master and the others to force others to save her.
Shi Yan's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously wanted to retract his hand.
Song Jing raised his head and looked at him, "I'll take your pulse to see if your disease is really incurable. What are you hiding from?"
"No...no. You held it too suddenly and scared me." Shi Yan didn't know whether the medicine his master gave him was working or not, and whether Song Jing could detect any abnormalities by checking his pulse like this.
But if he continues to hide at this time, it will only arouse Song Jing's suspicion even more.
"Then don't move." Song Jing took a deep breath and felt his pulse.
Shi Yan had no choice but to stay still and wait nervously for Song Jing to take his pulse.
Every second that passed was like a heavy hammer hitting Shi Yan's heart.
After more than ten or twenty minutes, Song Jing finally released his hand holding Shi Yan's wrist and said, "Your disease is indeed of no use."
Shi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the medicine given by the master was really effective.
"I know, Qi Shengshou has already told me." Shi Yan lowered his voice, "Qi Shengshou has already diagnosed and treated me, why do you have to take my pulse again? Is your medical skill better than Qi Shengshou's?"
"No." Song Jing didn't say that she was just afraid that in order to save her, her senior brothers and others would lie to people that they couldn't save people, so that they would willingly exchange blood with her.
"I understand, are you afraid that I will be coerced?"
Song Jing didn't say anything, so he acquiesced.
The corner of Shi Yan's mouth curled up silently. His little girl was so cold-hearted and hot-hearted. If the person who was doing the blood transfusion today was someone else, and she was really being coerced, she would rather die than forcibly do a blood transfusion with someone else.
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"I am a dying person. I can save you with my blood, just like those who die and donate their organs to save more patients. This is a good thing." Shi Yan comforted, "You don't have to feel any psychological burden.
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"Besides, Divine Doctor Lu has already told me that I will not die immediately after exchanging blood with you."
"It's still my own illness. Whenever you take me away, I will die. So, you don't have to feel guilty."
"On the contrary, I will feel my blood flowing in your body, as if I am still alive, and I have lived again."
"Others donate their organs after death. You are exchanging blood with me while you are alive. It is different." Song Jing frowned, his face not depressed.
"But I can also save a life, and the meaning is the same." Shi Yan saw Song Jing frowning, and wanted to reach out to smooth the wrinkles between her eyebrows, but the fingers under the tent moved, but he could only retract them.
When it came to the most critical final step, even if he felt sorry for Song Jing, he couldn't do anything.
"I actually don't care whether I live or die. I'm not a normal person either. I..."
Before Song Jing could finish her words of self-destruction, Shi Yan interrupted her, "You don't care, but someone will care. Your master, brothers and sisters, they will care. Your friends and relatives, they will care.
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"Also..." Shi Yan didn't know if this sentence would be useful now, so he paused before saying, "Your lover will also care."
Song Jing's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
"Don't cry."
"If I live with your blood in the future, we will have two lives. I will definitely cherish it. Don't worry." Song Jing sniffed and suddenly chuckled, "Let me tell you something.
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"What?"
"Actually, I also know that there is a person who was born with Yin blood. I have never told Master or the others, nor have I told him that his blood can save me. I don't want him to trade his life for mine." Song Jingqu said with both hands.
He stepped on the stool and put his hands around his legs. "If he knew he could save me, he would save me with his life."
Shi Yan's heart trembled and his eyes suddenly widened.
Song Jing continued, "I once developed hyperthermia due to a test of medicine. I drank his blood and suppressed the symptoms for a short time."
Of course Shi Yan will not forget that only one person has drank his blood!
Xiang Wenxing also found out the news that Song Jing appeared in Daxi Mountain at that time.
So Song Jing is indeed the phantom that appeared in the ghost market, the woman who drank his blood in Daxi Mountain.
It turns out that she was the one who started going around in circles! And the only person who can save her from beginning to end is him!
What an incredible fate!
Shi Yan couldn't tell whether his heart felt more sour now, more shaken, or more touched and sentimental.
Song Jing had known for a long time that he was born with Yin blood, but when she was tortured by the hot blood, fell into mania and madness, and lay in his arms in pain as if she had been thrown into purgatory, she never thought of telling him.
, his blood can save her.
She never even drank his blood to temporarily suppress her mania, just because she didn't want him to realize that her blood was useful to her, right?
She endured the torture hard and refused to reveal any information to him, because she expected that he would trade her life for her life if he found out.
Shi Yan's voice was tight, and he asked knowingly, "Who is that person?"
"What you just said is my lover." Song Jing buried his face in his arms, his voice humming, "But now he is my ex-boyfriend."
Shi Yan's hand grabbed the edge of the stool and almost crushed the stool.
"He has someone he likes more than he likes me. Although I think it was not good for him to like others before, I was relieved when I actually saw him being with the person he liked before."
These emotions weighed heavily on Song Jing's heart. At this moment, she seemed to have suddenly found a breakthrough when facing a stranger who was willing to risk his life to save her.
"No matter what that woman is like, at least he likes her. Then...even if I die, he won't be too sad and can live happily with another person."
"I used to not understand the kind of people who still dedicate themselves to each other even though the other person is not that happy anymore."
"But I understood at that moment. Because I like him so much, no matter whether that person is me or not, or whether we will meet in the future, I still hope that he will be better."
Song Jing tilted his head and asked softly, "I heard that you have family to take care of. Are they your parents and wife? Do you have any children?"
"My parents died young and I have no children." Shi Yan looked at Song Jing's tear-stained face from under the brim of his hat, "I only have my lover."