PFC Chapter 248 Feeling distressed?
Chapter 248 Feeling distressed?
Lian Sheng frowned slightly, trying hard to think, but he forgot the words as soon as they were on the tip of his tongue, and couldn't come up with anything even after thinking for a long time.
However, he quickly forgot about that topic and soon changed the subject.
Yun Fuzhao never expected that Lian Sheng, who was usually so proper and generous, would become such a chatterbox when drunk, babbling on and on.
One moment he talks about immortality, the next he talks about the patients he couldn't save.
Perhaps due to the influence of alcohol, a hot tear wiped across Yun Fuzhao's cheek.
Yun Fuzhao was taken aback and turned to look at him.
Lian Sheng's eyes were red-rimmed, and her clear eyes were misty with tears. The tiny drops of water reflected a clear brilliance like broken diamonds.
Large tears slid down his cheeks, wetting the fabric on Yunfu's shoulders.
"..."
Tears are a man's best dowry.
To be honest, he was the most beautiful man Yun Fuzhao had ever seen cry; the brokenness in his eyes was almost overflowing.
It felt like the whole world had wronged him.
"How could the divine physician be so drunk..."
Xiao He helped Lian Sheng up, quite shocked, "He's a teetotaler."
Yun Fuzhao felt inexplicably guilty. "I thought fruit wine wouldn't make you drunk."
"The miracle doctor has a very low alcohol tolerance; he gets drunk after just a little bit of alcohol."
Xiao He sighed, but still respectfully said, "Thank you for bringing him back, young master."
"Small things."
After safely delivering the person, Yun Fuzhao turned to leave when he felt his belt tighten.
She looked down and saw long, strong hands gripping her belt tightly.
Xiao He's pupils dilated in shock. He hurriedly grabbed Lian Sheng's hand, trying to make him let go. "Divine Doctor, don't pull me!"
Lian Sheng tightened his grip on her fingers and whispered, "Miss Yun..."
Upon hearing this address, Xiao He breathed a sigh of relief. She had almost thought that her master and this man had an improper relationship, given the look he had given her earlier.
Fortunately, the adult had simply mistaken the person for someone else.
"My lord, he is not Miss Yun. She is currently in the Southern Continent."
Yun Fuzhao blinked.
Lian Sheng, however, remained relentless, clearly not wanting her to leave.
Xiao He was a little embarrassed. "How about you stay overnight in Tianshan, young master?"
Yun Fuzhao had no objection; it didn't matter where he slept, "Sure."
After much effort, the two finally got Lian Sheng to her bedside.
His eyes were already closed, but he was still tightly gripping Yun Fuzhao's belt.
This couldn't go on forever, so Yun Fuzhao thought for a moment and then cut off the part he was holding.
Unexpectedly, Lian Sheng opened his eyes, looked at Yun Fuzhao quietly for a moment, and then sat up as if in a final burst of energy.
This startled Yun Fuzhao.
He fumbled around on his body, as if looking for something.
Seeing that he was about to untie his belt, Yun Fuzhao quickly stopped him, "What are you looking for?"
"My booklet."
After a moment's thought, Yun Fuzhao realized that it was probably a notebook he used to record things in case he forgot them.
After he returned to the Northern Continent, Yun Fuzhao returned the item to him, saying, "It might be in your storage bag."
Lian Sheng paused for a moment, and sure enough, found a thick booklet in his storage bag.
Yun Fuzhao saw him turning the pages one by one, until he reached the latest page.
She saw her name on the other side. Yun Fuzhao raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to take a look.
It says on it: Miss Yun is afraid of hardship.
The words seemed cryptic, and after thinking for a while, Yun Fuzhao figured it was probably because she had caught a cold before and hadn't gotten better. Lian Sheng prescribed her some medicine.
The taste still makes her tongue ache just thinking about it. She doesn't know what kind of medicine it was, but it was more bitter than her life itself.
It left her with psychological trauma.
"You still remember this kind of thing?" Yun Fuzhao asked curiously. "Do you doctors have to remember your patients' tastes?"
I'm not a chef.
Lian Sheng didn't speak, but kept her head down and wrote something in the booklet.
He was completely covered up, and Yun Fuzhao couldn't see him at all.
"Son!"
Xiao He's voice exploded in his ears, startling Yun Fuzhao.
Without a word, Xiao He pushed Yun Fuzhao aside, saying, "Young Master, please rest. I'll take care of things here."
He looked like he was guarding against a thief.
Yun Fuzhao looked puzzled. What did she mean? Did she not look like a good person?
However, his intention to drive away guests was obvious, so Yun Fuzhao didn't stay any longer and left.
She was also a bit tired, so she went back to take a nap.
Seeing him leave, Xiaohe quickly closed the door.
He said to Lian Sheng earnestly, "My lord, you should be more careful."
Having served him for so many years, Xiao He knows him better than anyone else. Although the adults are not young, they don't know much about matters between men and women.
If you are offended, you probably won't even realize it.
Lian Sheng had already finished writing in the booklet.
Xiao He glanced at it by accident and was almost scared out of her wits. The handwriting on the paper was neat and powerful, clearly showing three big characters: "I want to see you".
"..."
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Yun Fuzhao did not stay in Tianshan. She went down the mountain and was just about to return to the Wuming Family when she saw a familiar person walking towards her.
"My lord, so you've been here all along."
Yu Che looked worried. "I went to the Wuming Family just now to look for you, but I didn't see you."
"Ah, I went to Tianshan." Yun Fuzhao stretched, still not fully awake.
She didn't drink much, but it still had some effect; she's still a little dizzy.
"The gentleman doesn't look well," Yu Che said softly. "Has he been drinking?"
He moved closer and smelled a strong scent of alcohol on her, as well as the scent of a wild man.
He lowered his gaze, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.
"I had a drink," Yun Fuzhao said, looking at him. "Did you need something from me?"
Yu Che smiled brightly, "Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong? I just want to spend a little more time with you, is that not allowed?"
His expression was sincere.
Yun Fuzhao thought for a moment, "You go back to the Southern Continent, we'll have plenty of time to spend together."
"That's it."
Yu Che suddenly laughed, seemingly lost in thought. "My lord has not yet tasted my blood today."
His voice was seductive, "Since you've been drinking, you might not be able to tell the difference. This time, you might have to try a little more."
Yun Fuzhao thought it made sense, "Then you can do it."
Yu Che smiled and raised his hand to cut a gash on his neck. Crimson blood flowed down his fair neck, staining his clothes.
Yun Fuzhao was taken aback. "There's no need for so much."
Yu Che looked down at her, and before she could react, he grabbed the back of her neck and pressed her against himself.
Yun Fuzhao's chin unexpectedly bumped into his collarbone, and his lips were stained with his blood.
She subconsciously licked her lips, and the moment she tasted it, her pupils dilated. "You—"
Que Yu was in a good mood and released her, his gaze falling on her lips, which were redder than usual. His eyes darkened slightly, and he smiled, "You found out."
"..."
Yun Fuzhao's slight intoxication vanished completely in fright. Without a word, she pushed him away, "You're Yu Che? No, you two smell completely different. Did you really kill Yu Che?"
Hearing her keep mentioning other people's names, Que Yu's lips were still upturned, but the smile in her eyes disappeared. "What, are you feeling sorry for her?"