Gran Medicina China

Capítulo 87

Knowing that someone has sacrificed so much for you, and then died tragically for you, even if you have no feelings for her, how can you truly remain indifferent? How can you not be moved? That woman gave up everything for him, and now that she's dead, is he regretting not cherishing her more, not loving her enough?

Is it regret, or self-blame?

In the future, will he truly be able to completely let go of it and face another person with equanimity? How long will it take? Months? Years? Or forever?

My heart feels empty. (68)

Yang Nianqing admitted that she was selfish, especially at a time like this. Knowing that he was heartbroken, she shouldn't have these pointless thoughts. But having grown up in a broken family, although she was easygoing, she had never been a generous person, especially when it came to relationships. The constant anxiety and fear of losing family members had made her weary, and she didn't want to live that kind of life of worry and fear of loss anymore.

Suddenly, Yang Nianqing felt a pang of envy for that woman.

Death isn't so scary, is it? Decades later, the living will be old and gray, but death can make everything stay at its most beautiful moment forever.

Rumors circulated that Jiang Yushi was dead, but her beauty would live on forever.

She had given so much for him, including the most precious years of her youth, all wasted in brothels and other places. At least in his heart, he would probably never forget her.

Forever—how beautiful yet terrifying that word is!

Volume Four: Selfishness in the Martial World?

Updated on Shuxiang Chinese Website: 2008-02-26 10:50:40 Word Count: 5308

Yang Nianqing walked back silently, feeling colder and colder. She didn't know if it was because of the cold weather or her mood, but in the end, she almost lost all feeling in her body, and her steps became extremely heavy and difficult.

Let's go back.

Looking up at the dark night sky, she laughed self-deprecatingly.

I recalled my advice to Tang Kesi not long ago, "There are plenty of fish in the sea." At the time, I felt sorry for her persistence, but I realized how shallow I was. Sometimes, feelings aren't something you can just let go of. Just like that beautiful woman's moth-to-a-flame love, she probably knew all along that Li You didn't love her. She knew that letting go would save her from so much suffering, yet she still chose to disregard everything, persistently giving and waiting, all for that faint glimmer of hope.

Yang Nianqing, however, came from another era and was deeply influenced by that era's education and upbringing. She had witnessed countless breakups and reunions, and was incredibly selfish in matters of the heart. She always expected others to give more, but had no idea how much she would give in return.

The pace slowed down.

This man is truly despicable. He already has such an outstanding woman who is infatuated with him and devoted to him, so why does he have to be so greedy and make himself fall in love with him too?

It's pathetic. I knew I shouldn't like this person; he's too much trouble. See, I'm the one who's still the one who's sad and hurt.

My heart is even colder.

Her legs were almost giving way, and Yang Nianqing quickly reached out to steady herself against the wall. What's wrong? She must have caught a chill from sitting too long. Her head feels heavy; she might have a fever. She should see Qiu Bailu tomorrow…

My mind is getting increasingly confused.

"Xiao Nian, what's wrong?" a gentle voice asked.

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Dressed in magnificent robes and crowned with a golden crown, his handsome yet melancholic face was imbued with an air of nobility and a subtle, almost imperceptible, majesty, emanating from his two sharply angled eyebrows. (51)

Yang Nianqing had no idea what expression she was wearing, nor did she care. She just forced a smile at him: "Brother Nangong..."

A smile spread across her face again, still so approachable and endearing.

moment.

He frowned and asked worriedly, "How are you? Are you alright?"

My eyelids feel very heavy.

Yang Nianqing shook her head: "Uh...it's nothing...I'm going back to sleep now."

His gaze became unfocused, and the face in front of him began to blur.

It must be a cold and fever.

She couldn't help but feel anxious. Her pride as a girl told her, "No! It would be so embarrassing if he thought I was in this state because of something like this!"

So she tried to clear her head and took a step.

However, her feet suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she couldn't move them an inch. She tried several times, but finally leaned weakly against the wall.

Realizing something was wrong, Nangong Xue was startled and immediately helped her up.

It's very hot.

His brows furrowed even more.

He seemed to be saying something, but his gentle voice seemed to fade into the distance, and Yang Nianqing could no longer hear it.

In that instant, the unprecedented anxiety and tension that appeared in those phoenix eyes made her feel that this person was someone she could trust and rely on.

Finally, she collapsed into his arms.

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Before me, scenes, both clear and blurry, flashed by like movie shots.

Ten-year-old girl lay in her hospital bed, her eyes wide open, cautiously watching her father and mother who were pretending to be harmonious by her bedside, afraid that if she closed her eyes, one of them would quietly disappear.

However, one time, she woke up in her hospital bed and found that only her mother was by her side.

Finally, another uncle joined the mother's side.

...

Alone again?

When I first arrived here, everything was new and interesting. I never expected that terrible loneliness would find me again. I used to think that even if I couldn't go back, there would be people here who could be my family, and that what I lost in that world could be regained in this one. But now, perhaps when the sun rises tomorrow, it will all be nothing.

What's there to worry about? Even if we can't go back, there's still Nangong Xue, He Bi, and the seemingly cold but warm-hearted Qiu Bailu. They are such good friends and older brothers...

She was dazed and confused, trying to comfort herself over and over, but she still couldn't stop trembling, because of the cold, but even more so because of fear. Perhaps, women are born with a longing for family, for that thing called "home".

In her dream, someone held her hand and seemed to be murmuring something.

The sound was so soft and beautiful, like the autumn sunlight I saw when I went on a picnic with Rui Rui and the others. It was faint and thin, but it felt warm and comfortable on my skin.

Is it him?

Overjoyed, she gripped that hand tightly and refused to let go.

Gradually, people finally calmed down.

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My head hurts so much! As soon as she opened her eyes, Yang Nianqing felt dizzy and her head was heavy. She couldn't help but groan.

"Awake?" a gentle voice asked.

A hand gently withdrew from hers, and then a bowl of medicine was brought over: "Drink your medicine first. This time it's more serious than last time."

Nangong Snow.

Yang Nianqing was stunned. (e5)

Was it him?

Half disappointed, half grateful.

He hadn't slept all night. He had never practiced martial arts, and his handsome face looked slightly haggard. However, his gentle smile remained incredibly kind.

She lowered her head and said, "Thank you."

Nangong Xue sat down beside her and brought the small spoon to her lips: "Take your medicine first, and we'll talk about it when you feel better."

Indeed, love is precious, but life is even more valuable.

Yang Nianqing told herself not to overthink it, but looking at the small spoon, she felt a wave of exasperation – in ancient times, she could only drink Chinese medicine, and last time she had been given it two or three times for a minor typhoid fever. Now he actually had to feed her spoonful by spoonful with this kind of small spoon. This treatment… is it?!

If Wenya had to suffer because of her, Yang Nianqing immediately abandoned Wenya and snatched the bowl away: "No need, I'll drink it myself."

Pour it down hard.

Nangong Xue was taken aback at first, then laughed: "Can't you drink slower?"

Yang Nianqing shook her head frantically, returned the empty medicine bowl to him, and took the water that was handed to her and gulped down several mouthfuls: "The slower you drink, the more bitter it will be. It's better to finish it all at once."

"This time it's gotten really bad, I'm afraid we'll be drinking for several days."

How many days should I drink it?

Seeing her looking downcast, Nangong Xue smiled and said, "You stood outside for too long last night without wearing an extra layer of clothing. You caught a cold. If you don't take your medicine for a few more days, I'm afraid you won't be well in the future."

He really did catch a cold. Yang Nianqing nodded, then suddenly felt a pang of anxiety. He must have been standing outside even longer last night; could he have caught a cold too?

"Is he... alright?"

Seeing her uneasy expression, Nangong Xue immediately understood: "Brother Li has profound internal strength, he will be fine."

It's good that he's alright. (The CD)

After a long silence, Yang Nianqing finally couldn't help but ask casually, "Has he been here?"

Nangong Xue smiled and said, "Brother Li is currently busy, but he will probably come over shortly."

After saying that, he stood up, walked slowly to the table, and gently placed the medicine bowl back on the table: "You must be hungry too. Why don't you eat something first and then rest well?"

He didn't answer, but Yang Nianqing already knew the answer—the one who stayed with her all night was indeed him, Nangong Xue.

She gave a wry smile and changed the subject: "Uh, Brother Nangong, thank you so much for yesterday. This medicine... really needs to be taken for several days?"

Nangong Xue sat down in the chair.

"You're quite bold, so why are you afraid of taking medicine?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that Chinese medicine is too bitter and I have to drink it for so long, which is very troublesome. In the past, when I had a cold or fever, I would get an IV drip."

"Get an IV drip?" (d8)

“Yes,” Yang Nianqing raised her hand and pointed to him, “It’s about using a syringe to prick the veins in your hand, like here… Of course, it’s sterilized, sterilization… We’ll talk about that later. Anyway, it’s about injecting medicine into the veins through a syringe. Isn’t that high-tech?”

Nangong Xue pondered, "This method is truly rare."

Having lived in ancient times for so long, I've never had the chance to boast about these things to them!