Ever heard of holding a lotus in my hand, I am the one who holds a lotus in my hand

Title: The Little Doctor Fairy

Protagonist: Ning Jiu'an \ Lin Han

summary:

After all, raw bone Dan was refined, and Ning Jiu'an's leg muscles were gradually recovered under acupuncture and massage.

Lin Han handed the dan medicine to Ning Jiu'an, and he swallowed it without any doubt.

Lin Han deliberately quipped, "You're not afraid that what I'm giving you is poison?" ”

Ning Jiu'an said, "Even if it is a poison that seals the throat with blood, I can take you away before I die." ”

Hey, Lin Han skimmed his lips, took out the golden needle bag and began to apply the needle.

"Because it's the first time I've tried the drug, I can't stop your pain in order to see the effect."

"Hmm." Ning Jiu'an's face was as usual, without a trace of pain.

A quarter of an hour later, fine cold sweat oozed from his forehead, his eyes drooping slightly, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly, but he stubbornly did not say a word.

Lin Han remembered Ning Jiu'an, who hummed out in pain even in his dreams, and his heart was sullen, how many painful and desperate dangers he had experienced in the past twelve years had made him change from the delicate sick and weak boy in his memory to the look that he was now hiding all his emotions under the mask and would never open his heart frankly.

Half an hour passed quickly. Feeling the pain gradually fade, Ning Jiuan rolled over and got out of bed, standing on the ground for a long time.

He felt the strength in his body and wanted to thank Lin Han, who had worked so hard for him for so many days. When the words came to his lips, he turned a corner: "You are doing a good job." Leave the elixir for thirty days and you will be able to leave. ”

He hurried out of the room and flew into the darkness. Lin Han did not see his clenched hands, nor did he hear the words that had not been spoken in his heart.

He clearly wanted to say: Don't go.

Since you gave me warmth, don't leave.

It wasn't until the next night, when the effect of the medicine was about to pass, and he was facing the pain of a broken bone, that he returned to his quarters.

On the table in his room, ten small porcelain bottles were lined up, which was the amount of medicine for thirty days.