Chapter 282 Injury

Qin Yan woke up from the chaos and opened his eyes to see a plain world. The gauze tent is entangled, and the curtains are covered, all pure white.

Where is this? It's not the stone room in my cave... and it's not the bedroom of Qingwei... This is a completely strange place.

However, as long as it is not a gloomy Yan Luo Hall, it means that he is finally saved. No matter who saved me, even if it is not out of good intentions, it also shows that I have a certain use value for him. I can get some precious time by this...

He remembered his situation and quickly mobilized his mind to explore the situation in his body. Unexpectedly, with a slight thought, a sharp pain came from his mind, as if he had been pricked by a sharp cone, which made his fragile consciousness that had just woken up almost dissipate. He gritted his teeth without moaning and wanted to take a breath, but his throat was as uncomfortable as roasting. He wanted to move again, but he only got a numb feeling, which made him more scared than the severe pain. He began to worry about whether he could really survive?

In a dry and uncomfortable feeling, his consciousness slowly sank...

I don't know how long it took him to wake up in a more uncomfortable cold. His hands and feet were cold and his whole body trembled with cold. He was awakened by the cold. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the paleness in front of him.

"You're awake!" A crisp voice sounded in his ear. Qin Yan turned his eyes to the right corner and saw a girl stand up and walk directly in front of him. This voice is very strange, not someone I have met before. Qin Yan opened his mouth with difficulty and only made an astringent sound: "Cold..."

Ah? I'll increase the fire." The girl quickly squatted down, picked up the fan and fanned it under the bed. Qin Yan heard the crackling flames under the bed before he knew that there was a fire under the bed. But why is he still cold? The limbs are cold. However, it is gratifying that the hands and feet have finally become sensed. He stretched out his hand and touched the warm and soft quilt with his fingertips. It turns out that other places are hot. Qin Yan tried to move aside.

The girl who fanned the fire heard the sound and looked up to see that he was trying his best to remove it, and a suspicious look flashed in her eyes. She freed a hand, reached into the quilt without hesitation, and immediately exclaimed, "Ah! Why is it cold? She then touched Qin Yan's body and felt as cold as a popsicle. She hurriedly got up and shouted, "I'll call Lang Zhong!"

She hurried out. Qin Yan was so anxious that he opened his mouth to shout at her, but there was only a difficult and vague tone in his throat, and there was no time to stop the girl from leaving.

He can only accept his fate. Now the heroes in the world must be buying his head at a high price! Using 50,000 taels of silver to buy himself to die, the god of fate is so humorous!

He was silent for a moment, visited his body little by little, and came to an extremely bad conclusion. Spiritual power, blood and divine consciousness are exhausted, leaving only a little internal force, slowly swimming in the broken meridians. But even this internal force can't be used. As long as he has this idea, the meridians will be painful and cracking. The situation is worse than ever!

For a long time, the door was pushed open, and the girl led a thin and tall man with a cold face.

When the man saw Qin Yan, his expression changed slightly. He quickly stepped forward and pinched his wrist. After visiting for a few seconds, he frowned and said, "It's your creation that you haven't died from such a serious injury."

Qin Yan was powerless to make a sound, so he could only hold the corners of his mouth and outline an ugly smile.

The man shook his head and said, "Relax and don't resist." With that, he pressed his hands on Qin Yan's palm, closed his eyes, transmitted a warm and gentle force, slowly penetrated into all parts of his body, making him feel much better, at least his throat was less painful. Qin Yan was not in a hurry to speak, and quietly felt the feeling of a spring-like warm power integrated into his body. The heavy injury in his body was being slowly repaired, especially the cracks in the meridians, which gradually returned to smooth.

For a long time, the man withdrew his power, opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "I can only help him stabilize his condition for the time being. Whether he can recover or not depends on his own creation."

The girl said worriedly, "Mr. Su, isn't there a safe way?"

Mr. Su shook his head: "It's fortunate not to die from a wound like him. If you want to recover completely, it is estimated that only the legendary Mingxi medical fairy can do it. However, Meier, with all due respect, if he dies, it may be a good thing for you.

The girl bit her lip: "I finally picked him up from the river. How can I watch him die? Mr. Su, can you find a way to prescribe some medicine that is conducive to recovery... Don't consider the price, I have saved some money in the past few years..."

Mr. Su smiled a few times: "There is no cheap medicine in the world. Your little money will be a drop in. However, don't worry, since it's the person you like, I won't leave him alone. I'll prescribe a medicine first, which should have some effect. When my brother comes back, he may have a better way.

The girl blushed and lowered her head and whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Su."

Mr. Su said a few more words, and then left.

He returned to the pharmacy, quickly walked to the study, quickly wrote a note, and uploaded it with the pigeon's feet tied to the backyard. Looking at the pigeon fluttering its wings and flying away, he wiped the sweat on his head and muttered, "Mei Er, thanks to you..."

After Mr. Su left, there were only two people left in the bedroom, and the atmosphere became a little strange.

The girl took care of Qin Yan for several days. She thought she was used to it, but when she was really looked at by Qin Yanjing, she felt that her cheeks were burning, and a pair of skillful hands envied by countless people could hardly find a place at this time. She inhaled gently and wanted to break the deadlock. Her words slept around her mouth, but she couldn't say it.

After a while, Qin Yan came to his senses from a trance, saw the girl's embarrassment, smiled gently and said, "Miss Meier, thank you for saving your life. However, you shouldn't have asked Lang Zhong to come here.

"Why?"

Qin Yan sighed: "I was hunted down by traitors, and many people are searching for my whereabouts. If they find me..."

"No." Meier's voice raised a little, "Mr. Su is not that kind of person!"

"The wealth is touching, and no one can say for sure. I don't care. I'm afraid I'll implict you."

"I'm not afraid! They dare not do anything to me! And I will never let them hurt you again." Meier is firm. When she first met Qin Yan's eyes, she was already so determined.

Qin Yan smiled. He didn't know why the little girl believed in himself so easily, but he decided not to dwell on this topic and asked instead, "Miss Meier, where did you save me?"