PFC Chapter 157 9 deaths and 1 life
Chapter 157 9 deaths and 1 life
Song Yu signed her name under Qing Ling's gaze, but paused when she wrote the last stroke. She glanced at Qing Ling suspiciously.
"What, what happened?" Qing Ling's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
Song Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at Qing Ling and said, "You are plotting against me again and using your charm on me!"
Qingling's heart trembled. Oh no, he was discovered.
Song Yu threw down the pen in his hand, stood up and walked out the door. Qing Ling sat on the bed and shouted, "Ayu, listen to my explanation."
However, all Song Yu responded to him with was a ruthless back.
Qing Ling got off the bed and knelt on the ground the moment his bare feet touched the ground.
The continuous stimulation made Qingling lose half of his strength.
He held the bed with one hand and supported himself on the ground with the other, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
Ye Shuangbai came in and happened to see this scene: "Why did you come down? Your body is like a thousand ants gnawing at your bones every time you move. No matter how strong you are, you don't have a reason to suffer."
As he spoke, he put down the tray in his hand and went to help Qingling up.
Although this commotion will cause a new wave of damage, we can't just let Qingling kneel on the ground like this.
After Ye Shuangbai helped the man onto the bed, he took a medicine bottle from the tray, opened the stopper, and poured out three black pills.
"Eat this and the pain in your body will be relieved a lot." Ye Shuangbai put the thing to Qingling's mouth.
Qingling endured the pain and swallowed it in one gulp.
Before the drug could take effect, Qing Ling mumbled, "Marriage...certificate."
Ye Shuangbai didn't hear clearly and asked, "What?"
Qing Ling raised his hand and pointed at the table in the middle of the room.
Ye Shuangbai looked in the direction of his finger and saw the booklet on the table.
Although he was not sure, he still took it: "This?" He handed it to Qingling.
Qingling snatched it away, opened the booklet, and read the last page.
Song Yu's name was on the list, but it was missing the last stroke.
Qingling closed it angrily, just a little bit short.
Ye Shuangbai couldn't see the contents of the booklet, but just by looking at Qingling's flickering expression, he knew that it was probably not a simple thing.
I couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "What's so important about this?"
Qing Ling closed the book carefully, thinking, if there is a missing entry, it is missing. He can fill it in himself when the time comes. It is no big deal.
After putting the booklet away, he said, "Marriage certificate."
Ye Shuangbai thought that it must be something extraordinary that caused Qing Ling's expression to change drastically.
But what did Qingling say?
Marriage certificate? What kind of marriage certificate? Is it a traditional marriage certificate? Most importantly, whose marriage certificate is it?
"Whose marriage certificate?" Countless questions flashed through Ye Shuangbai's mind, but in the end he only asked this question.
Qing Ling looked at him as if he were a fool.
"Of course it's mine and A Yu's." What kind of question was Ye Shuangbai asking? In his hand, whose marriage certificate could it be except his and Song Yu's?
"Ah? When did you get the marriage certificate?" Ye Shuangbai asked.
"Just now." Qingling said.
Ye Shuangbai was shocked. He hesitated and said, "But, but I just saw that Song Yu seemed very angry."
Qing Ling gave Ye Shuangbai a sharp look, and he immediately changed his words: "I am dazzled, it's my eyes that are dazzled."
But he changed his mind and said, "Master, although I can indeed treat your condition and I am confident, but because you fought with Ye Xu before and used your true energy recklessly, your injuries have worsened. I am afraid you are in danger of death. Are you really not going to tell Song girl?"
As Ye Shuangbai spoke, his eyes fell on the marriage certificate in Qingling's hand.
Qingling knew the danger he was in, but still tricked Song Yu into signing the marriage certificate.
He said: "Even if there are nine chances of death, as long as there is life, it is enough."
Song Yu was angry, but he was actually angry at himself. He knew Qing Ling's character very well, but he was still deceived by him.
There were moments when she really thought Qingling would die, and the thought of such an outcome made her heart ache.
But even though he thought so, Song Yu still went to see Ye Shuangbai when he started the next round of treatment in the afternoon.
But when facing Qingling, he still didn't look happy.
"Ayu..." Qingling called cautiously.
Song Yu glared at him and ignored him.
What Ye Shuangbai said before was not an exaggeration. They solved Qingling's problem, but it was a life-or-death experience. If it weren't for him, there would be no chance of survival.
Of course, there are treatments that will neither kill nor injure the patient, but even if the patient is cured, he or she can only be an ordinary person.
With Qing Ling's identity, becoming an ordinary person would only mean the difference between dying early or late.
Song Yu was still feeling resentful about Qing Ling's deception of him.
But after seeing Qing Ling's reaction during the treatment and Ye Shuangbai's solemn expression.
She suddenly thought that maybe Qingling didn't lie to her.
During the next three days, everyone in the secret room was on high alert and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.
Song Yu looked at Qing Ling, who was covered in silver needles, saw cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and saw him vomiting blood mouthful by mouthful.
She could only pray day and night, and she could only prepare the prescription more carefully.
"Mr. Ye, Qingling, is he really okay?" Song Yu still couldn't help but worry.
Ye Shuangbai's expression was not very good either. He did not dare to let his guard down during these three days.
At this moment, his face was pale, his eyes were dark, and he looked like he had not had a good rest.
It should be said that everyone in the secret room, except Qingling, is in this state.
Ye Shuangbai said: "Whether he can be safe or not depends on whether he can survive tonight."
"You, what do you mean by that?" Song Yu was a little confused: "Isn't today the last day?"
Ye Shuangbai nodded: "It's the last day. In another hour, the needles on his body can be removed. When the time comes, Qi Sha will send him a stream of true energy, and we will have done what we need to do."
Song Yu widened his eyes. Although he already had a guess in his mind, he still didn't dare to face it.
"It's all done. What do you mean it's all done? Since it's all done, shouldn't he be fine?" Song Yu's face was full of anxiety.
Seeing this, Ye Shuangbai said, "Girl, you are also a doctor. You should know that sometimes, even the most precious treasures are not as good as the patient's willpower. The leader narrowly escaped death this time. If he can't hold on..."
The words were not finished, but Ye Shuangbai knew that Song Yu could understand.
Song Yu naturally understood, but she was unwilling to face it rationally.
It has now been confirmed that Qingling did not lie to her and he might really die.
Ye Shuangbai said: "But you are here. Even if he can't hold on in the end, at least you can see him one last time."
Ye Shuangbai's consolation did not comfort Song Yu at all, but instead made her face even paler.
At this moment, the bell connecting to the outside suddenly rang rapidly.
Song Yu looked outside with a serious expression. After a while, Qi Sha came in and said, "This is a warning of a sneak attack."