The warm eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter, and Lan Wangji's heart was getting more and more painful, so painful that he could hardly breathe
A day ago, Lan Wangji sent Lan Simu to the mass grave to ask for warmth, and she got the news that Wei Wuxian was not dead. She rushed to Wangxian Pavilion with Wen Ning overnight
Wei Wuxian fell off a cliff on the day of his big wedding. She and Wen Ning also quietly went down to the bottom of the cliff to find him. They held a glimmer of fantasy in their hearts and could save him, but they found nothing. Then, the hundreds of schools in Xianmen spread the news that Wei Wuxian and Lan Wuji had died. For this reason, the people who were rescued by Wei Wuxian on the day of the mass grave also held a small farewell ceremony for him. Everyone knew that if there was no Wei Wuxian, they would have died a few years ago. How can they live in such a stable life as they are now?
Seeing that Wen Qing put Wei Wuxian's hand back into the quilt, Lan Wangji, who didn't even dare to breathe, finally asked
"He... how is he?"
Maybe he didn't notice it himself, and his words were trembling
"Poisoning."
As he answered Lan Wangji with warmth, he took out a silver needle and pricked it around Wei Wuxian's chest wound, trying to temporarily control the spread of the toxin
"Poisoning? Then why can't they find out?"
Lan Wangji's mood began to be unstable again, and the dust in his hand "buzzed"
"Can you calm down first? Do you think Wei Wuxian would like to see you like this if he was awake?"
After a pause of warmth, he continued to say
"I don't blame them at all. This poison is foreign poison. It is colorless and odorless, and it cannot be tested with a silver needle. I also saw his wound and thought of a medical book I read before, so I determined that he was poisoned."
She spoke in a very warm voice, and her emotions were not very stable. She couldn't figure out who would be so cruel to Wei Wuxian
"Then... what will happen to him?"
Wen Qing was right, Wei Ying didn't want to see himself like this, he couldn't let him down, he calmed down and asked
"This poison is called Tianhuusan. If it is smeared on the weapon, the wound of the injured person will slowly fester until..."
Warmth couldn't go on, turned her head, couldn't bear to look at the people on the bed
"Until what?"
Lan Wangji's eyes turned black, and he staggered, holding the table beside him before he passed out
"Rot and die"
Warmly closed her eyes and said word by word
"No, it won't be like this, you can definitely save him, right?"
Because of forbearance, Lan Wangji's fingertips have sunk into his palms, and blood has fallen to the ground
"Don't you understand? Someone wanted him to die. Even if he didn't hit the key at that time, even if he didn't fall off the cliff, he wouldn't live for half a year. Without the antidote, I can't save him at all. Now I can only apply needles to temporarily protect his heart pulse, and then think of a way."
"I'm going to read that medical book, you look after him, remember, the silver needle in his chest must not be moved"
After speaking warmly, he hurried out
Lan Wangji dragged his heavy legs, walked step by step to the bed and knelt on the ground
He reached out and stroked Wei Wuxian's pale face. That day, after he passed out, he never woke up. Lan Wangji really wanted to hear his voice, hear him call himself Lan Zhan, and listen to him act like a spoiled child to himself...
The person on the bed was not in pain. He slept peacefully, as if he was really just asleep, his chest was slightly heaving, but the hideous wound that was still spilling pus and blood told Lan Wangji that if there is no antidote, he will lose him again
"Wei Ying, you will wake up, right?"
"Don't be afraid, the little old-fashioned will always be with you"
"Those who hurt you, I will make them pay back a thousand times, a thousand times"
"Wei Ying... go to sleep, you must be very tired and painful, right? When you wake up, my Wei Ying will not be in pain..."