Master's heart

Boss Qing had no choice but to call for Teng Yasu, a barefoot doctor in the cottage.

However, even with superb medical skills, Fujian, a retired genius doctor comparable to Hua Tuo, was a little surprised by the situation of the Qing boss. After a whole morning, I don't know if I really didn't reach a conclusion. Anyway, Fujiyasu laughed at Boss Qing severely.

"Ha, boss, how did you do it? Aren't you trying to piss off those who don't lift?"

"Young bastard nonsense, quickly tell me what's going on!" Boss Qing blushed angrily and said angrily.

"Let's see." Fujian grabbed Qing Boss's knee and pondered for a moment, "Did you stimulate it?"

"No."

"When did you find out about this?" Fujiyasu frowned.

"Yesterday morning." Boss Qing recalled, along with Wen Luo who stared aside, "soaked in cold water overnight."

"Soaked all night?" Fujiasu stared, then narrowed his eyes again, and then shook his head again, "It's impossible, even if it's cold, it's too unreasonable for this to happen." He got up and clenched his chin He murmured, "This symptom...could it be from eating that?"

"Speak clearly! You know I hate murmurs the most." Boss Qing clenched his fists.

"Don't worry, don't worry, let me smell it and I'll know." Fujian shrugged his nose, and suddenly approached, sniffing around Boss Qing. His sense of smell is as good as medicine, most of the healing During the process, he always smelled it, and the crux of the problem came out from the miraculous "smell".

This time is no exception.

When he smelled the arm, Fujiyasu stopped his movements, raised his eyebrows and raised the arm of Boss Kiyoshi, "This..."

Boss Qing raised his arm following his gaze, and looked at the white bandage in confusion, "What's the matter, the one who was attacked by a grandson during the robbery yesterday has something to do with it?"

As soon as these words came out, Wen Luo's expression changed slightly, and he began to recall the appearance of the herb he had described to him.

"This is the chungke grass." Fujian's face became solemn, "It comes from the Western Regions. It is colorful and strange. The petals are shaped like sawtooth and divided into three petals. Each petal contains a different kind of toxin, which can detoxify and kill people. But until now, no one has tried to mix the three kinds of toxins together." Fujiasa pondered, "Boss, did you pick the qiongkecao as an ordinary anti-inflammatory herb?"

"I think...it's like this." Boss Qing gritted his teeth.

"Then, you must have used the three herbs together." Fujian frowned even deeper.

"I think...it's the same." Boss Qing gave Wen Luo a slanted look, the anger in his eyes was like fire.

Wen Luo shrank his shoulders and lowered his gaze.

"It's strange, why did this thing grow in our back mountain?" Fujiyasu muttered.

"You don't even need to ask, it must be the seed sowed by that bastard back then! Damn, isn't it just a woman? Why did he die, and he still won't let me go!" Boss Qing couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped his palm on his thigh "But , how can it be eliminated!"

"I'll pick some more for research. I don't know what's going on in the Western Regions. No one in the Central Plains uses three petals together. Who knows it will have this effect? ​​Maybe it has something to do with soaking in cold water." After saying that, He also glanced at Boss Qing's crotch inexplicably.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Okay, let me ask you again, have you ever had sex after this?"

"Yes." Boss Qing was still angry, but he didn't say Wen Luo's name.

"Ah, that's a little troublesome, you'd better pay attention to that person, I guess he will be poisoned too."

"It doesn't matter, whether he is dead or alive, it has nothing to do with me!" Boss Qing said fiercely, every word hit Wen Luo's heart, which was already very disturbed. The limit of a person's unhappiness.

Why?Even giving him a medicine with good intentions will cause trouble.

"Okay, don't be angry, why don't I just ask by the way." Fujian smiled, stepped back quickly, patted his chest and said, "Although it is a strange disease, there is no such thing as me in this world. Fuji'an can't cure it, so don't worry, I'll go back and study it, and I'll prepare the medicine and bring it to you later."

"Hurry up!" Boss Qing ordered: "Don't tell anyone!"

"Don't worry." Fujiyasu smiled, and turned to look at Wen Luo, who was pale, "Hey, are you sick?"

"It's okay." Wen Luo replied quietly, his voice a little hoarse.

"Tsk, I have a cold and a fever, and I'm overindulgent." Fujiyasu shook his head and smiled, "Take care."

He really didn't have any benevolence as a doctor. He told his illness but showed no sympathy. Wen Luo frowned and rubbed his throat, lamenting that the people in this village are weird and inhuman.

The initial anger was replaced by inexplicable unease. Now he only feels his mind is muddled, his temples are throbbing slightly, his whole body hurts everywhere, his legs are sore and weak, and he doesn't even have the strength to argue with Boss Qing.

"Wen Yue!" After Fujiya left, Boss Qing roared.

"I know, I know, I caused the trouble by not paying attention for a while, but I don't know, what kind of grass is that."

"You fucking did it on purpose, right? You're very proud to see me turn into such a ghost, aren't you?"

"Aren't I being punished too?" Wen Luo rubbed the center of his brows, looked up at him, and there was no trace of guilt in his eyes. His magnanimous and reprimanded eyes made the originally reasonable Boss Qing feel guilty. Get up, but still yell loudly: "Why are you looking at me like that? You hurt me first!"

"How do you feel about calming down?"

Wen Luo frowned, looking at him as if he was looking at an unreasonable child, "After you fuck me, kill me? Although I am your prisoner, although I made mistakes, I didn't do it on purpose. I I don't deserve this kind of punishment, because I have even the most basic self-esteem."

"Your life is in my hands, self-esteem is nothing!" Boss Qing concealed his guilty conscience.

"Regard human life as nothing, are you that kind of person? Except for your life and your brother's life, are other people's lives as cheap as shit?" Wen Luo looked at him without flinching, becoming pale because of the high fever His cheeks were reddish, and his chest heaved continuously with anger, and finally he couldn't help coughing, from slow to urgent, it became heart-piercing.

"You...you don't use bitter tricks!" Boss Qing's expression softened a little, but he still yelled at him awkwardly.

Wen Luo just coughed uncomfortably, reached out and grabbed the clothes on his chest, took the time to look up and stare at Boss Qing, Boss Qing shrank his neck from the stare, and then realized that his reaction was too grandson, and immediately stared at him again. Looking at him, wanting to get angry, but not angry, so he stuttered: "Do you have a fever?"

"Thanks to you." Wen Luo said angrily.

"Who made you so delicate? A Yuan has served me for so long, and I have never seen him get sick."

"Would you also get Ah Yuan drunk and have sex with him?" Wen Luo suddenly asked him coldly.

"Uh, these are two different things." Boss Qing choked, feeling the sense of guilt that shouldn't exist again.

"Please forgive me for not being able to serve you right now, I'm going out to calm down, and you can deal with me whatever you want."

After Wen Luo finished speaking coldly, he turned and left, but Wen Luo, who was sick and in shackles, naturally couldn't go far. He went around to the back of the mountain road and saw the guards from a distance, so he stopped and walked in front of him. Sitting down by the side of the mountain path, his legs were hanging down. The mountain path was muddy and hard. He had to tilt his body slightly so that his lower body would not hurt so much.

Wen Luo wiped the fine sweat from the pain on his forehead, and his face was pale with anger. Over the years, he has played with men and women, but he has never been played by a man like a bear like today !

Well, always erect, right?You will be erect until you die!

After getting angry for a while, Wen Luo became sluggish again, the chance of escaping was really too slim, even if he could find a chance to pass the news to Qizhou's subordinates, who might come to rescue him?

Knowing the news of his distress, maybe Qizhou's trading firm will become a mess because of this, and those who are eyeing his property will also take this opportunity to divide up his hard work. Of course, his so-called heartfelt subordinates He also had to guard against it, but there was someone he could trust...but he seemed to hide from him on purpose, and he didn't know if he could find it.

After such a calculation, Wen Luo suddenly felt that the world was really too gloomy.

Although the bandit is bad, it is on the surface, but the people around him are bad on the inside, so bad that their hearts, liver, spleen and lungs are about to rot, but he himself is not a good person, just because he can see himself clearly Only with his temperament can he understand the dirty thoughts of those people.

But it's not that there is no way... Wen Luo pressed both hands on his temples, rubbing them gently, and quickly dispelled the thoughts that had just sprouted.

"What are you doing, acupuncture?" During dinner, Boss Qing roared again in the stone hall.

"Boss, don't worry, just take these few injections, and then you will be able to go down after drinking the medicine. I promise, you will definitely go down!"

Fujian raised one hand, made a swearing gesture, and looked loyal. In fact, he didn't want to prick it. Who would like to prick so many needles in the same-sex place... It's just that after studying for so long, he still feels that It is most reliable to drink decoction and medicine together with acupuncture.

"How long will it take?" Boss Qing asked through gritted teeth.

"One hour is enough." Seeing that he was getting angry again, Fujiya hurriedly said, "You can go down later."

"One hour?" Boss Qing gritted his teeth, as if he was engaged in a very fierce ideological struggle.

"That's right, just an hour." Fujian nodded desperately holding the needle bag.

"Then... hurry up!" Boss Qing suddenly closed his eyes, his face full of death.

"Well, okay, hey, that one over there, come and help me."

Fujian spread out the needle pouch, and beckoned to Wen Luo who was waiting at the door. Wen Luo was closing his eyes and recuperating in pain. Hearing this, he slowly opened his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly moved over. Without raising his head, Fujiya pointed to the two legs of the boss, "Hold the legs of the boss."

"Me?" Wen Luo hesitated.

"Uh." Boss Qing opened his eyes to look at him, and looked away.

"Yes, hurry up." Fujiyasu's fingers slid across the silver needles and picked one.

"Oh." Wen Luo thought about it for a while, and felt that it must be uncomfortable to be pierced, so he opened Boss Qing's leg gloatingly, and tightened his fingers viciously, pinching his thigh fiercely.

But Boss Qing didn't care about him at all at this time, he just felt cold on his legs.

"Boss, I stabbed it." Fujiya reminded.

Boss Qing didn't speak, but his brows became more tangled.

"Ah!" Boss Qing exclaimed.

"Boss, I haven't tied it yet..." Fujiyasu said speechlessly.

"Yes...is it?" Boss Qing opened his eyes in shock, and then saw Wen Luo throwing him a chuckle.

Boss Qing clenched his fists, gave Wen Luo a hard look, and roared at Teng An: "Quick!"

"Oh, good, good." Fujiyasu was startled by the roar.Sad needles.

His movements were very neat, almost in the blink of an eye, the part of Qing Boss was already covered with silver needles, Fujian let out a breath, Wen Luo also let go of his hand at that moment, and then rubbed his hand on the hem of his clothes rubbed.

Although Boss Qing didn't say a word, his thighs were covered with sweat, and Wen Luo's hands were covered with sweat. He looked like a big and thick man, but he was so timid. Isn't that what happened? Wen Luo looked at it and couldn't help it I also shivered, well, it looks quite uncomfortable.

"I'll make medicine for you, don't move." Fujian ordered after packing up the needle bag.

"Well, by the way, make a medicine for wind and cold." Boss Qing relaxed, his legs were stiff.

"Oh?" Fujian stopped moving, glanced at Wen Luo, "give it to him?"

"Well, I don't want to see him serve me with a bitter face." Boss Qing said awkwardly.

"Understood." Fujian nodded, picked up the medicine box and smiled at Wen Luo, "You are blessed, let me make medicine."

"I'm fine, I don't need to take medicine." Wen Luo shook his head sullenly.

"Don't say no, it's rare for the boss to care about people." Fujiya smiled again, and left with the medicine box.

"Don't think I care about you! I'm afraid that your death will be an eyesore to my eyes." Boss Qing changed his posture.

"Of course you don't care about me." Wen Luo said blankly.

"Hey, why are you so ungrateful." Boss Qing moved his fingers and looked at him with his neck straightened.

"I just agree with what you said, why be angry?" Wen Luo looked at him incomprehensibly, "I don't want to quarrel."

"But..." Boss Qing swallowed, feeling that what Wen Luo said made sense, but he just felt awkward.

In fact, he should have killed the man in front of him long ago, he contradicted himself.He didn't know how to flatter him, and he was a useless prisoner, so killing him was understandable, but Boss Qing didn't want to touch him, so he relied on his subtle affection and a little bit of guilt that he felt inexplicably afterwards.

"I want to drink water." After a long silence, Boss Qing suddenly said.

"Oh." Wen Luo got up and poured him a cup, then handed it over with a cold face.

"I can't move." Boss Qing pursed his lips and said in a rough voice, "Hey me."

Wen Luo raised his eyebrows, knelt down on the bed without saying a word, and held up his head.

Boss Qing squinted his eyes while drinking water, and looked at him with one eye. Seeing his cold appearance, he felt full of annoyance. He really felt that he was very strange. He was not happy when Wen Yueliang quarreled with him. He was also not happy, always tired of feeling the line between the two of them, a pimple was pulled, which made him uncomfortable.

"Hello." Boss Qing said suddenly.

Wen Luo put away the cup and looked up at him, his eyes were covered with a layer of indifferent hostility, black and deep but chilling.

Boss Qing saw it, and the anger in his chest rose. Suddenly, he reached out to wrap his arms around Wen Luo's neck, and pulled him down. Closing his eyes, Boss Qing only felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up, hitting his flesh and blood with a "thud thud".

Wen Luo opened his eyes, full of surprise.

Boss Qing swallowed his saliva, clasped his five fingers around his neck, "You...you like men, right?"

Boss Qing pinched the back of his neck and felt the other party's eyes widen in an instant. He didn't know what to say, but just wanted to push the fault to his side when they faced each other and made mistakes. Like men, that behavior is not so hateful, but as soon as he said it, Boss Qing felt a little regretful, his hands were a little stiff, and he had a tendency to sweat constantly.

The postures of the two were stalemate strangely. Wen Luo didn't struggle or speak, but just looked at him quietly, with some doubts and uncertainties floating in his dark pupils.

"Boss! You..." Fujiyasu ran in suddenly.

Boss Qing's hand suddenly withdrew, and when he sat up in a panic, he accidentally bumped Wen Luo's forehead, and the two groaned at the same time.

Wen Luo's eyes were staring from being hit, and he was running a fever, and his head fell into the arms of Boss Qing as soon as he fainted. The place where several silver needles were pierced was close in front of him, and Wen Luo couldn't help taking a breath.

"You..." Fujian was stunned.

"Why did you come in all of a sudden!" Boss Qing roared, raising his hand and pulling Wen Luo up.

"I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything!" Fujian covered his eyes with his hand, separated his middle finger and ring finger, stretched his arms and put the medicine bowl on the table, "I put the medicine on the table for you , the medicine for wind and cold will be ready in a while, and it will be delivered in a while, I will go first, go, you continue..." Fujian disappeared in an instant.

"Damn..." Boss Qing cursed in a low voice, looking away annoyed, only to find that Wen Luo was dragged onto the bed by himself, knocked his head to the bed board, and was covering his head in deep thought.

Boss Qing wanted to stretch out his hand to pull him, but he forcibly held back, clenched his fists to maintain the state of acupuncture in his crotch, and said, "I just..." He stopped halfway through, as if he didn't know how to continue.

"I like men." Wen Luo rubbed his head and sat up.

"Uh..." Boss Qing choked up for a while, and didn't know how to answer.

"On the day you caught me back, I was going to go back and confess to the man I like." Wen Luo continued, carefully moved off the bed, his tone calm and indifferent: "Do you feel relaxed? I like it Man, so what you did can be forgiven, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Boss Qing was very annoyed by talking about the central matter.

"Okay, let's be more mature, you and I are not young anymore, why bother arguing like a child? You have to do such childish things to prove it." Wen Luo chuckled lightly, calming himself He was indeed confused by Boss Qing's actions just now, and he also vaguely noticed something.

"Are you going to confess to the man you like that day?" Boss Qing asked suddenly.

"Yes." Wen Luo, who thought the General Assembly was angry, was a little puzzled, but he didn't expect him to ask this.

"Bring me the medicine."

"Yeah." Wen Luo nodded suspiciously, and brought him the medicine bowl.

"Get out." Boss Qing took the medicine bowl and lowered his eyes, which was completely different from before. Wen Luo didn't understand Boss Qing's jumping thinking for a while.

"Get out and wait for your soup, don't drink it in front of me." Boss Qing waved his hands in disgust.

"Oh, good." Wen Luo didn't say anything, turned and left, knowing in his heart that he was really irritated by himself, but he believed that the reason for his anger was not entirely because he said he was naive, and there must be someone who was very angry with him. Favorable reasons, as for what it is, Wen Luo is not sure yet.