Another call of "Li Mu" made Qi Zhen's hand movements freeze. When he lowered his eyes and looked at Linglong, the emotion in his eyes was even more frightening than the heavy rain outside.

Qi Zhen held the cloth handkerchief in his hand and looked down at the woman in front of him, wishing he could wipe out all the names in her mind that made him gnash his teeth with hatred just hearing it.

It's a pity that Qi Zhen still doesn't understand at this time.

Not only could the name and memories belonging to Li Mu not be erased by him at will, but in the exquisite sea of ​​consciousness at this moment, the memories about Li Mu, about those beautiful things, those touching things, almost became her headache after experiencing stimulation.

Cracked, a life-saving straw that I desperately want to hold on to.

As for Qi Zhen, his name and everything related to him brought Linglong pain at this time, which was far greater than the old love. It even made Linglong feel ironic and embarrassed when she recalled the old love.

So she grasped everything about Li Mu like a life-saving straw, and then, bit by bit, expelled the painful memories about Qi Zhen from her subconscious.

Linglong frowned, feeling the pain in her flesh, calling out "Li Mu" by name, the gloom in Qi Zhen's eyes was terrifying.

But right now, Linglong is drowsy and unconscious, so she doesn't understand the emotions of the people around her.

She just subconsciously regarded the person who took care of her as the closest person to her in her memory, Li Mu, and her words of pity were full of dependence.

Her close and dependent look made Qi Zhen's emotions tense, like a broken string.

Qi Zhen closed his eyes and held the cloth in his palm, trying to calm the emotions in his heart.

At this time, the door of the wing room was knocked again.

Qi Zhen raised his eyes and pursed his lips without saying a word. He turned his eyes to Linglong again, barely calming down his emotions. He held the cloth and wiped her body clean carefully. Then he carried her to the bed and took out the soft quilt to cover her.

After finally wrapping it up tightly, I got up and went to the door of the room.

Open the door, and outside is a little medicine boy holding soup.

"Sir, this is the decoction that master ordered me to boil for your wife. You can bring it in and give it to your wife to take."

Qi Zhen lowered his eyes and looked at the soup, then reached out and took it.

The little medicine boy delivered the decoction to Qi Zhen. When Qi Zhen turned around and was about to close the door, he gave another instruction.

"Hey, young master, my master said that this soup has the effect of calming the nerves and dispelling cold. Your wife is frightened and weak, so she cannot bear the stimulation. When the young master wakes up, please take good care of her. Don't make her angry again.

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The Yaotong's words came to his ears. Qi Zhen looked at Linglong who was dizzy, pursed his lips and said, "Okay."

Then, he brought the soup to the couch, sat down beside the couch, tested the temperature of the soup, took a spoon and brought it to Linglong's lips.

Linglong didn't like bitter medicine and kept frowning while taking the medicine.

Qi Zhen saw how painful she was drinking, and frowned irritably.

After struggling for a while, he finally put a bowl of soup into Linglong's mouth.

A bowl of bitter medicine entered his mouth, and the sleeping Linglong buried her face in the soft quilt, muttering about the bitterness of the medicine in her sleep.

Qi Zhen was afraid that her mouth and nose would be covered by the quilt, so he raised his hand and pulled her face down.

In the dream, Linglong snorted displeasedly and muttered complaints.

"Li Mu, what are you doing? Give me the quilt back."

She murmured, and her words were angry with Li Mu, but in Qi Zhen's ears, these words were full of traces of how intimate she and Li Mu had been in the same bed.

Qi Zhen held the hand by the corner and suddenly moved his eyes away from Linglong's face. He almost ran away and quickly stepped out of the inner room.

Linglong called other people's names one after another, and Qi Zhen really didn't know how to behave in front of her.

The female secret guard waiting outside the wing lowered her head and called her master as soon as she saw Qi Zhen coming out.

After the secret guard called, Qi Zhen stopped at the door and looked back at Linglong inside.

He ordered the secret guard: "Let me prepare some clothes for girls. I'm going out. You don't have to follow me. Just protect the girl."

After he finished speaking, he looked away from the inner room and stepped down the stone steps outside the door of the wing.

The rest of the waiting guards hurriedly held umbrellas and followed.

After Qi Zhen stepped down the stone steps, he left the medical center.

It was still raining outside at this moment, and the guards were holding umbrellas behind Qi Zhen, and they did not dare to ask any more questions.

The streets outside the hospital were heavily flooded with rain, and there was a roaring sound under the eaves and corridors.

Qi Zhen walked in the direction from which the carriage came, following the guards who were surprised and couldn't guess their master's intentions.

After a while, Qi Zhen arrived in front of the small courtyard.

At this moment, Luoyang's personal guards had already withdrawn. In this small courtyard, only Li Mu, who was seriously injured and fell in the rain, and the blood washed back and forth by the rain were left.

Qi Zhen stopped at the entrance of the small courtyard and looked inside the courtyard for a long time.

The personal guard could not figure out Qi Zhen's thoughts. He glanced at the injuries on Qi Zhen's body. Although he was worried about his master's health, he did not dare to say anything for the moment and could only wait aside.

Qi Zhen stood outside the door for a long time, and finally stepped into the small courtyard.

Li Mu fell in the rain in the courtyard. As soon as Qi Zhen stepped into the inner courtyard, he saw Li Mu soaked in blood.

He pursed his lips and approached, stopping next to Li Mu.

Then, he leaned down and lowered his hands.

The personal guards respectfully held an umbrella and followed Qi Zhen, wondering why Qi Zhen came back here in the rain late at night.

I wonder if the master regretted leaving Li Mu to fend for himself and decided to come back and kill him?

To the surprise of the guards, Qi Zhen leaned down under the umbrella and lowered his hands, but only took off a pendant from Qi Zhen's body.

There is a dice tied to the pendant, which doesn't look very delicate and expensive.

Qi Zhen took off the pendant from Li Mu, held it in his palm and looked down at it, with an extremely complicated look in his eyes.

The pendant was stained with Li Mu's blood. Qi Zhen held it in his palm, and the pendant naturally stained his palm with blood.

Qi Zhen pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, carefully wiping off the blood on the pendant with his clean fingertips, watching as it gradually returned to its original smooth white jade appearance.

Although this pendant was stained with blood, it could be restored to its original appearance after being wiped carefully.

However, the pendant given to him by Shen Linglong had long been broken into pieces and could not be repaired.

Qi Zhen's throat was bitter and he held the pendant tightly in his palm. The edges of the dice rubbed Qi Zhen's palm. He himself could not explain why he returned late at night just to pick up this pendant.

Seeing that his master was looking down and out of mood, the guard hesitated again and again. Looking at Qi Zhen's injuries, he gritted his teeth and persuaded: "Master, you are still injured, and you have never bandaged it, let alone let the doctor see it. On a rainy and cold night, if you stay outside for a long time, you may feel uncomfortable. Why don't we go back first? Besides, we have been out for a while, and Miss Shen may have woken up."

Qi Zhen seemed to have never heard the first few sentences of the guard's words, but it was the last sentence that brought him back to his senses.

He stood up holding the pendant, glanced down at Li Mu who was dying in the rain, and said with his lips: "Go back."

Qi Zhen stepped out of the small courtyard, his figure gradually drifting away in the rain.

The guard held an umbrella and followed his master. First he was puzzled that when his master returned this time, he only took away an ordinary-looking pendant from Li Mu, but did not kill Li Mu. Then he thought in his heart, such a heavy rain,

With such a serious injury, even if the master did not take Li Mu's life, the Lord of Hell would still have to take his life.

He thought, the master said today, "life and death are determined by fate", but this fate probably will not let Li Mu live.

In the wing room of the hospital, Linglong finally woke up.

The secret guard responsible for guarding Linglong here put her into clean clothes. Linglong rubbed her head with a headache. She hadn't said a word since she woke up.

The secret guard looked panicked, and after changing Linglong's clothes, he hurriedly invited the doctor over.

The old doctor came over with the little medicine boy, checked Linglong's pulse, and gave her an injection with a frown on his face.

After the injection, Linglong hissed in pain, but was finally brought back to consciousness.

The hollows in her eyes gradually dissipated, and the doctor breathed a sigh of relief, took off the needle, and said, "It was probably a nightmare, but it's no longer a problem now."

It turned out to be just a nightmare, and the secret guard breathed a sigh of relief.

But before this breath of relief could be exhaled, my heart started to rise again.

Although the hollowness in Linglong's eyes had dissipated, what appeared in her eyes immediately afterwards was full of confusion.

She rubbed her head and looked at everything in the wing. Whether she was looking at the furnishings or the people around her, she was all at a loss.

"Who are you? Where is my husband?" Linglong's voice was still slightly hoarse as she had just woken up.

The doctor and the little medicine boy didn't think there was anything wrong, but the secret guard was suddenly worried.

Something is wrong. It is possible that Miss Shen did not recognize the doctor and the little medicine boy, but she, the secret guard, had been a maid in front of her for a long time. Just now, she had seen her in that small courtyard. How could she?

How about showing such a confused and unfamiliar emotion?

Could it be that she doesn’t remember not knowing herself?

The secret guard was puzzled. After listening to Linglong's words, the little medicine boy on the side replied in a childish tone: "We are the doctor and the medicine boy, and this is your maid? As for your husband, he..."

Before the medicinal fairy tale was finished, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded at the threshold of the wing room.

Qi Zhen stepped into the door with a chill in his body.

The guards closed their umbrellas and waited outside under the eaves.

Qi Zhen stepped in.

He didn't know that Linglong had already woken up at this time, so when he saw Linglong waking up, his feet suddenly stopped moving.
To be continued...