Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Now, the image of Chu Ziyu spitting blood in this life gradually overlapped with the image in his memory. This made Qin Ci's heart tighten, and he felt so painful that he couldn't breathe.

He really didn't dare to close his eyes, even for just a brief moment. He was afraid that when he opened his eyes again, the person in front of him would have stopped breathing and left him forever.

So, he forced himself to stay awake despite his exhausted body, not daring to relax for even a moment.

After Li Xiangbing brought back Doctor Liu, Doctor Liu checked Jinyan's pulse again and confirmed that there was nothing serious. Jinyan and Li Xiangbing went to see Chu Ziyu, and wanted to take care of him together, but Qin Ci'an refused.

"Go back and recuperate. Eunuch Jin was also frightened this time. I will tell you in time when Xiaoyu wakes up. I believe Xiaoyu doesn't want to see you taking care of him with injuries."

At the same time, the court had many affairs to attend to, but Qin Ci'an did not hesitate to move them all into Chu Ziyu's room. He sat in front of the table beside the bed, watching the movements of the person on the bed with concern, while dealing with the piles of memorials and official documents.

Chu Ziyu was playing cards with 6872 in the system space out of boredom. "Rocket, do you want one?"

"Do not"

"To three."

Chu Ziyu threw away the last two cards in his hand.

He lazily lay down on the sofa again, "How long will it take? 6872."

"Boss, that's enough for tonight."

For the damage caused by the immortal power, ordinary medicine was of little effect. Under Chu Ziyu's slow care, he was finally almost healed. Of course, he did not treat the damage other than the immortal power, after all, these injuries could be useful.

Looking through the screen at Qin Ci'an coming with the bowl of medicine, he suddenly felt that he was getting weaker in the past few days.

Chu Ziyu felt that something was wrong, something was very wrong.

Qin Ci'an sat down beside the bed, bent down and helped Chu Ziyu up. As if something was wrong, his face suddenly turned pale, and he froze for a moment, then slowly helped Chu Ziyu up.

He carefully used a spoon to scoop up the hot and fragrant medicine soup, then blew gently a few times. When he felt the temperature was right, he slowly and gently brought the spoon to Chu Ziyu's mouth and slowly poured it into his mouth.

And just as he was taking such careful care, Chu Ziyu, who had been staring at the screen, suddenly fixed his eyes, and his sharp gaze caught a hint of something strange.

Qin Ci'an inadvertently waved her long sleeves, revealing the white gauze wrapped around her wrists.

Not only that, even the edges of the gauze on his chest were faintly visible, and the bandages looked extremely messy, with no signs of careful handling at all. One could tell at a glance that the person who bandaged them didn't care at all at the time.

Time goes back to an hour ago...

The room was silent except for the faint sound of "tick-tick", which was the sound of blood dripping into the copper bowl.

Qin Ci'an stared expressionlessly at the bright red blood flowing continuously from his wrist. The deep red color gradually filled the entire teacup-sized copper bowl.

His originally rosy face gradually turned pale, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all, and the blood flowing from the wound slowed down.

Annoyance flashed across his brows, and he raised the dagger again without hesitation, ruthlessly cutting a deeper cut into the already bloody wound!