I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 194 Is Wen Jingshan sick?

This went on for nearly a month.

Doctor Wen had to admit that the things his sister left for Yan Ping were indeed useful.

Compared to his previous outbursts of murderous intent at every turn, he now raised his sword without caring about his body and wanted to kill him.

With his sister's rules, Yan Ping's patience was honed.

Now Yan Ping rarely had uncontrollable murderous intent towards him.

Doctor Wen relaxed for a rare moment. He sat on a small stool beside him, looking at the sky and thinking quietly.

Yan Ping was in the distance, boiling medicine in a medicine stove.

His sister is coming soon, and he wants to refine a batch of pills for his sister in advance.

Occasionally when I went to get herbs from the medicine shelf, I saw Doctor Wen sitting quietly on a small stool, and it felt a bit strange.

Although he was annoyed with Doctor Wen and had many opinions about him.

But I have to mention that this person has a very good temper and answers whatever you ask.

At this moment, he was sitting quietly on the stool, daydreaming, looking as if he was not bothered by anything.

Yan Ping suddenly spoke.

"What are you thinking?"

Doctor Wen didn't even blink and continued to look at the sky, as if he could see a flower there.

"Miss my wife."

Yan Ping: “…”

He was a little surprised, "You are actually married?"

Then a sneer appeared on Yan Ping's face, "Is your wife blind?"

Doctor Wen glanced at him, raised his hand and struck him on the forehead with a burst of spiritual energy, causing him to stagger.

"Be polite to her."

Doctor Wen’s move was quite powerful. Yan Ping was able to steady himself by holding onto the medicine shelf, and he still felt dizzy.

He had been rescued by his sister for more than half a year. Today was the first time he had been attacked in such a long time. Although the attack was not serious, a violent murderous intent arose in Yan Ping's sea of ​​consciousness.

Yan Ping's eyes suddenly became gloomy.

"Wen Jingshan!"

Wen Jingshan glanced at him, and a hint of coldness appeared between his usually gentle eyebrows.

"You were the first to disrespect my wife."

Yan Ping didn't care what he said. The consciousness in his sea of ​​​​consciousness turned gray and his eyes turned scarlet in an instant.

Wen Jingshan frowned and suddenly moved behind Yan Ping.

Before his hand that was about to knock the man unconscious could fall, Yan Ping dodged it, and at the same time, he was greeted by a sharp spike that attacked his dantian silently.

Wen Jingshan avoided him somewhat awkwardly, frowning. He hadn't fought in person for many years, so he was a little uncomfortable.

"You lost control?"

Yan Ping did not answer him. After the first attack failed, there were continuous attacks.

I was already annoyed with him, and now new and old grudges are piling up.

The murderous intent that he had suppressed for so long had gotten out of control and poured out from his sea of ​​consciousness.

Wen Jingshan frowned deeply. He didn't expect that Yan Ping couldn't even withstand such stimulation.

He raised his hand and waved it, and an invisible and colorless medicine dispersed.

But it seems to be of no use to Yan Ping.

Wen Jingshan pinched his eyebrows. The medicine he had been given during this period was a bit complicated, and common medicines were of no use to him.

Wen Jingshan suddenly raised his head and looked behind Yan Ping, "Your sister is here."

Yan Ping turned back subconsciously.

The next second, a spiritual force came from behind and enveloped him, making him unable to move.

At the same time, several spiritual needles pierced into his neck.

Yan Ping lost control of his consciousness and fainted instantly.

Wen Jingshan grabbed the man, pinched Yan Ping's mouth open, and quickly stuffed a few pills into his mouth to stabilize the physical energy he had just mobilized.

Wen Jingshan was unhappy, and his eyes and eyebrows became cold. He sent the person back to the room and turned away.

He was boiling medicine in the yard with a sullen look on his face, a dull aura surrounding him.

When my sister came over and saw this scene, she was a little confused.

"Doctor Wen, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Jingshan glanced at her. He would not try to implicate others, but he would file a complaint.

He pointed at Yan Ping in the room.

"Your brother said my wife is blind."

Sister: “Ah?”

Wait until we figure out what happened.

elder sister:"……"

I don’t know how to comment for a moment.

She didn't know much about Wen Jingshan. She only knew that the only thing he cared about was his wife, and he wouldn't tolerate anyone saying anything bad about her.

Yan Ping was dancing on Wen Jingshan's sore spot.

However, Yan Ping's murderous intent went out of control just because he was hit on the head. This is a serious problem.

……

Wait until Yan Ping wakes up again.

Wen Jingshan took a freshly-made jade slip and placed it in front of Yan Ping, his expression still lukewarm.

"Something she left for you."

Yan Ping: “…”

He belatedly recalled what had happened before, and a murderous intent rose up in his mind again, but was suppressed again.

Yan Ping held the jade slip but didn't look at it for a long time.

"When did she leave?"

Wen Jingshan said slowly.

"He came here half a month ago and left ten days ago."

Yan Ping's eyebrows were twitching. Having missed the meeting with his sister, he now wanted to kill someone again.

If Wen Jingshan hadn't suddenly hit him that day, how could he have lost control of himself?

Wen Jingshan pointed to the jade slip and said, "You'd better take a look at what she left for you first."

Yan Ping suppressed his murderous intent, took a deep breath, and then looked at the contents of the jade slip.

[A Ping, apologize to Doctor Wen as soon as you wake up. Don't be stubborn. Doctor Wen has done us a great favor.]

Yan Ping: “…”

No, Wen Jingshan hit him first, why should he apologize!

Wen Jingshan looked at him seriously.

"Apologize to my wife."

……

On the flying boat, the moon is still bright.

Yan Ping woke up from the dream, but still felt his eyebrows throbbing.

The murderous intent that remained in the dream and made him lose control now fell into his sea of ​​consciousness, no different from a drop of water flowing into the sea.

But the other remaining emotions are still hard for him to forget.

For example, is Wen Jingshan sick?

Yan Ping raised his hand to his forehead, and recalled the follow-up of the incident, and his teeth clenched tightly.

Although his sister asked him to apologize, he was stubborn at the time and didn't do it. As a result, he was bullied by Wen Jingshan for a month.

Just for an apology, the taste of his daily medicine became several times worse.

It was only after that that he realized that the food Wen Jingshan had given him before had a modified taste.

The moonlight fell from the window onto Yan Ping's face.

Compared to when he was sixteen, his face had grown up, becoming delicate and charming, yet with a hint of the toughness and sharpness that belonged to a youth.

Wen Ye opened his eyes and saw that Yan Ping's jaw was stretched into a straight line. He was stunned for a moment.

"Senior, what's wrong?"

Yan Ping came back to his senses and rubbed his brows, "I dreamed about the past."

Wen Ye looked carefully at the somewhat depressed look on his face.

"Did you dream about something bad?"

Yan Ping exhaled, "No, I dreamed about a person who was probably sick."

Wen Ye: "..."

It sounds like they are acquaintances, but not enemies.

Wen Ye felt a little curious. The person who was related to Yan Ping in the past should be from Yuanzhou. Did anything happen between them?

When he wanted to ask more, Yan Ping suddenly stood up and walked out.

"I'll go out and be quiet."

Wen Ye was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, and did not follow him out.