Traditionelle Chinesische Medizin

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Putting her worries aside, Yang Nianqing became more talkative: "Actually, there's also intramuscular injection, which is just injected directly..."

She suddenly stopped talking. If this handsome guy went to the modern world to get an injection, what kind of expression would he have on his handsome face...? Looking at Nangong Xue, she smiled maliciously.

"Let's not talk about that, it's not very elegant..."

“It can’t be anything nice,” Nangong Xue said, her brows, which had been furrowed, finally relaxed, and her melancholy faded considerably. “There are always so many new things happening. Even when you’re this sick, you haven’t forgotten how to be mischievous!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than another voice suddenly rang out: "I think it's not a bad idea."

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Qiu Bailu walked in slowly, still dressed in an earth-yellow robe, flowing and spotless, her sharp, bright eyes still carrying a distinct arrogance.

Looking at Yang Nianqing, he showed a rare interest: "This method is indeed ingenious, but it is somewhat difficult to practice."

He truly deserves the title of a miracle doctor; he's so quick to embrace new medical concepts.

“Brother Qiu,” Yang Nianqing’s eyes lit up as she reminded him, “Why don’t you… go and research it? If it really succeeds, hehe, that would be a groundbreaking achievement in history… The combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine is very effective!”

Qiu Bailu, however, did not notice the strange advertising slogan and looked at her suspiciously: "Where exactly did you come from? Injecting the medicine directly into the veins sounds reasonable, but it is difficult to do."

Unfortunately, even if you are a miracle doctor, you were born in this era when glass and plastic didn't even exist yet. No matter how talented you are in medicine or how many new ideas you absorb, in the end, they can only remain as great concepts in your head.

Changing history is too difficult, and Yang Nianqing doesn't want to touch it yet.

Disappointed, she slowly explained to the miracle doctor, "Of course, injecting the herbal medicine directly won't work. There are many other things to consider, such as sterilization and disinfection, and the medicine also needs to be refined and processed. It's very troublesome..."

Qiu Bailu seemed to be deep in thought.

Nangong Xue smiled and shook her head: "Brother Li, have you eaten yet?"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Bailu snapped out of her daze, looked at him, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "I think you should be more worried about yourself. He stayed by that woman's side all night and nothing happened. Do you think you have such good internal strength to support you? Not eating or sleeping, I should write you a prescription."

Nangong Xue frowned, revealing a rare expression of displeasure: "You..."

Qiu Bailu indeed stopped talking, only gave a slight sneer, glanced at Yang Nianqing, and then turned and walked out.

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Something inside me felt like it had shattered.

He stayed with her all night, while Nangong Xue stayed with herself all night.

Realizing this emotion, Yang Nianqing immediately blamed herself. How could you be jealous of a pitiful woman? What do you have that makes you better than her? Besides, she's dead now. At a time like this, are you telling him to abandon her? How could you be so selfish!

However, I still couldn't help feeling sad. In some things, people are selfish.

Nangong Xue stared at her quietly for a moment, then slowly walked to the bedside: "You..."

Yang Nianqing looked up and smiled at him: "Brother Nangong, thank you, it's nothing."

Tears still streamed down my face uncontrollably.

She was too young, and it was her first love, so naturally she felt incredibly sad. First love always evokes memories, and even if it's particularly painful, the pain is real and pure. It might be a pity if someone could never experience heartache again.

Nangong Xue sighed softly, sat down, and patted her back: "It will be fine in a couple of days."

When a person is lonely, they will always unconsciously seek someone to rely on. In an instant, a feeling of intimacy welled up, and Yang Nianqing simply buried her face in his arms and cried without any restraint.

His phoenix eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of hesitation crossed his handsome face.

He finally embraced her: "Let's talk about it after you've recovered. Brother Li is just..."

I stopped abruptly here because it was really hard to explain.

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After crying, she felt less wronged. Although she had lost her composure in front of him, the warm and natural feeling made Yang Nianqing feel much less awkward.

A tear stain stained the magnificent robe.

"this……"

"It's good that you're alright," Nangong Xue interrupted her with a smile, "How about we eat something first?"

silence.

She suddenly shook her head: "I was too selfish."

Nangong Xue was about to get up when she heard this and looked at her again.

She lowered her head: "It's understandable that he's upset right now. If it were me, I'd probably be even more upset. Now, instead of comforting him, I'm being so... selfish?"

Nangong Xue looked at her quietly for a while, then shook her head and said, "It's already very good that you can think this way."

A gentle voice is reassuring.

Thinking that he hadn't slept all night to take care of her, Yang Nianqing was very grateful. She pushed him to rest, and Nangong Xue nodded and went out. Soon after, two maids came in, took away the medicine bowl, and set out some exquisite porridge and dishes.

She managed to drink half a bowl of porridge before falling into a deep sleep again.

Volume Four: The Ancestors of Professional Beggars in the Jianghu

Updated on Shuxiang Chinese Website: 2008-02-26 10:50:40 Word Count: 5345

I slept soundly for half a day, and when I woke up it was already afternoon.

Opening her eyes, she saw that gentle, slightly weary smile, like that of a family member, which made her feel very comfortable. Yang Nianqing was grateful, and her headache had also subsided considerably, so she insisted on going out for a walk, and Nangong Xue did not stop her.

How is he now? (c8)

Before I knew it, I had walked to that door.

From afar, I could see the stark white against the door, so dazzling, so piercing. Is he still here? Without sleep or food, won't his body suffer?

Yang Nianqing walked slower and slower, finally stopping and hesitatingly looking into the doorway.

That familiar yet unfamiliar figure sat quietly inside, his back to the door, seemingly motionless, like a stone statue, utterly lifeless.

She lay quietly beside him.

Shedding her delicate pink attire, now clad in pure white, her beauty remains breathtaking and impeccable.

He looked at her.

Her usually bright and flamboyant white clothes, set against the dim mourning hall, inexplicably added a touch of gloom and desolation, yet they suited her perfectly as she lay there, just like the impression she left on Ruyulou.

She gave all of this without complaint, hoping only that he would love her.

Is he regretting it?

Those eyes, as languid and captivating as morning stars, could no longer open to look at him. If she knew how much he grieved for her, she would surely be happy and content.

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"You can go now." The magnetic voice was already a little hoarse.

Yang Nianqing lowered her head.

Yes, she felt guilty and ashamed. Neither the woman's excellence nor her devotion was something Yang Nianqing could possess or give. She had only come here to comfort him and persuade him to eat something, but now she could no longer say those words, nor did she have the courage to step through that door again, because it was no longer suitable for another person.

He didn't turn around, still with his back to her, and said calmly, "Go away, don't stay here."

There was no hint of blame in her tone, but Yang Nianqing's heart was gradually growing cold, even though this outcome was expected.

Yes, if she saw me here, she would definitely be very unhappy. My words yesterday had turned her into that state of near despair and sadness in an instant. If I hadn't called Li You away, this wouldn't have happened, or at least, it wouldn't have happened so quickly.

Does he not want to see me anymore?

Actually, Yang Nianqing still hoped he would say it himself, at least as an explanation. She wouldn't want to put him in a difficult position, and perhaps she wouldn't be so heartbroken. She wasn't an ancient girl; she hadn't seen many breakups, but she wasn't too stubborn, nor was she too fragile.

But now, he no longer wants to see her.

He hasn't come to see her since he returned yesterday, not even when she was sick.

Forget it, I'm just a guest who accidentally wandered into this time and space. Perhaps it's more appropriate for me to be an observer. Since I've never been a generous person, why should I pretend to be? Why cling to an incomplete relationship? It's better to be selfish; this person was never meant to be mine.

From the moment her parents finally divorced after years of trying to salvage the relationship, Yang Nianqing stopped striving for many things.

Forcing things is a form of destruction when it comes to what you like.

Finally, Yang Nianqing took a deep breath, looked at the back of the person she had once been infatuated with, forced a smile, then turned away and walked away.

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"Brother Nangong, I want to go for a walk. Will you come with me?"

After she pushed Nangong Xue's arm and said these words as usual, he only looked at her with his melancholy eyes for a moment, then nodded in agreement without asking anything.

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Rich people are different; even when they go shopping, two tails follow them at a distance, carrying their purchases and paying for them.

Yang Nianqing was in a good mood and was unusually talkative, frequently pulling Nangong Xue aside to ask him about this and that. Nangong Xue simply followed her lead without saying much, but his handsome face lacked its usual smile, instead showing a hint of worry.

"Brother Nangong, let's go..."

Finally, he stopped moving.

Yang Nianqing asked in confusion, "You..."

Nangong Xue looked at her and said softly, "Brother Li will be seeing Miss Jiang off tomorrow, traveling with Brother Qiu."

Yang Nianqing paused for a moment, then casually looked at the street performer in the distance: "Really? That's great. Brother Qiu's Nanshan Formation is beautiful. In autumn, it's full of flowers. She must like it there too."

He patted her shoulder: "Don't blame him..."

“How could that be?” Yang Nianqing immediately shook her head and interrupted, “Miss Jiang is very good. It was my fault that she was harmed. If I hadn’t gone, she wouldn’t have… I originally wanted to see them off, but since he doesn’t want to see me, then forget it.”

Nangong Xue was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "How could he..."

She suddenly grabbed his arm: "Brother Nangong!"

She held on tightly, very firmly, because she was afraid that if she let go, tears would stream down her face, and crying in the street would be too embarrassing. Strange, is this how all first loves are?

Nangong Xue indeed stopped talking.