It took more than an hour to fry the medicine before a bowl of medicinal soup was fried.
Ziyi entered the house with the medicinal soup, and just wanted to help Chongmen Huan wait for King Han to take the medicine, Chongmen Huan's voice rang out: "You go out, I can come by myself!"
” Ziyi was stunned for a moment: "But, King Han is in a coma now, can Niangniang handle it alone?"
” If you want to pour this medicinal soup to King Han, you have to cooperate with two people, and Chongmen Huan actually wants to feed him the medicinal soup by himself.
Chongmen Huan said firmly: "I can!"
” Although he was worried that Chongmenhuan would not be able to handle it alone, Ziyi heard Chongmenhuan's firmness, so he didn't dare to insist, turned around and went down, and took the door.
Inside the house, Chongmen Huan put down the soup bowl and took out the dagger he had been carrying with him from his sleeve, which Mei Shisan had given her on the day she sealed it.
Lifting her sleeves, she didn't frown, and slashed her delicate arm, and blood flowed out and dripped into the potion.
She didn't tell Chang Ling that if she wanted to suppress the blood curse, those medicines alone would not have any effect at all, and the most important medicine was the blood of her loved ones.
Before he knew Chongmenjue's true identity, he was Chongmenjue, she was Chongmenhuan, they were connected by blood, and her blood could be used as a medicine primer.
After knowing Chongmenjue's true identity, he is Shen Changan, she is Chongmenhuan, and the relationship between Chongmenjue and Shen Rou is self-evident, so she and Chongmenjue are also related.
No matter what his identity is, it's okay to use her blood as a medicine primer.
The blood flowed into the medicinal soup and fused with the thick black medicinal soup, and it was enough before she used a silk scarf to bandage the wound on her arm.
Blood soon stained the silk scarf red.
She didn't care, she leaned on the pillow and sat up, spoonful after spoonful of those decoctions were all sent into his mouth, mixed with the decoction of her blood, with a slight fishy smell.
The man with pale lips in a coma didn't notice it at all.
After feeding a bowl of soup and medicine, both of her arms were numb, and it was naturally uncomfortable to stretch out her hands for such a long time.
Putting the heavy door back into her stomach, she got up and looked at the man's pursed lips as he lay there, her fingers gently sliding over the cold metal on his face.
Say goodbye softly: "Shen Changan, I'm leaving!"
” This is the first time she has opened her mouth to call Shen Changan, and this name does not feel unfamiliar when it comes out of her mouth, and it is so familiar that it seems to be whispered between her lips and teeth.
This name, for her, has extraordinary meaning in this life.
The three people waiting outside the door saw Chongmen Huan come out, and they all stood up straight, not daring to make a sound, just now, they were discussing something together.
But when I saw Chongmenhuan, I didn't dare to say it.
Her face was a little tired, and she glanced at them and asked, "What were you talking about?"
” Hongyi replied truthfully: "We just said that in Lord Changsheng, Master Mei is really rejuvenated, but after a day, Lord Changsheng is much better!"
” "He's back?"
Chongmen Huan thought of Mei Thirteen, and never understood why Mei Thirteen pretended to be Shen Changan, I'm afraid, that night, he already knew that she was eavesdropping on his conversation with Chongmenjue!
This man's mind is not deep.
Those thoughts can be picked at your fingertips.