Qin Wushuang nodded: "Yes, it is precisely because I am a doctor that I understand my body better. Doctors do not treat themselves. I can cure others well, but I cannot cure myself..."

Zhuge Canglan wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say. She could only kill people and not comfort people. Faced with a patient like Qin Wushuang who was about to die, she didn't know what to say.

However, Zhuge Canglan couldn't think of what to do if she wanted to come out of this third level?

Azhao's cheerful voice came from outside: "Master, the medicine is ready^..."

He carefully held the bowl full of dark brown medicine juice and pushed the door in. As soon as he came in, he quickly closed the door, for fear that the wind outside would blow in...

Zhuge Canglan looked at Azhao, and his smile was happy, as if nothing would make him lose his smile. Even if the sky fell, he would still smile calmly.

Azhao held the medicine bowl and penetrated it straight through Zhuge Canglan without encountering any obstacles.

Although he already knew that Azhao could not see Zhuge Canglan, Qin Wushuang was still very surprised to see this scene.

Zhuge Canglan pulled the corners of his lips. It seemed that she could only touch Qin Wushuang, and no one except her could touch him.

Azhao sat beside the bed, "Master, I added a lot of honey to it, it will definitely not be bitter. I... have prepared candied fruit..."

Qin Wushuang saw the dark medicine juice and felt a fishy and salty throat rushing up again. She tried her best to suppress it and said to Azhao: "Let it go, it's a bit hot, I'll drink it later!"

Azhao's eyes prayed: "But Master, you always say that the medicine will be bad if it is cold. Master, can you take a sip and just take a sip?"

Qin Wushuang's heart was softened by Azhao's request, and he took a sip of his hand.

The bitter medicine juice entered her throat, causing her stomach to churn, but because Azhao had to swallow it forcibly.

"Look at me, I've drunk the rest... I'll drink it myself after a while. Go and rest. I've been traveling for several days and I'll go out to visit the lake tomorrow.

Woolen cloth."

Qin Wushuang wanted Azhao to send him away. If she took another sip, she might not be able to hold on.

Azhao pouted his lips, not very willing: "Okay, I'll go back first, Master must remember to drink..."

Qin Wushuang nodded: "I will definitely drink it all..."

Azhao walked out, smiled brightly at Qin Wushuang, and closed the door.

But as soon as he turned around, Azhao's tears flowed out, like a wounded little beast, whimpering in a low voice: "Master, don't leave me alone..."

Zhuge Canglan smiled bitterly, both of them were trying to hide from each other.

One is afraid that he will be sad if he knows his own situation, the other is afraid that she will know that he already knows her situation, and he also tries to pretend to be happy every day. It is really tiring to live like this.

Zhuge Canglan had never experienced such feelings, and did not know how to think about someone wholeheartedly. She thought that maybe she would never give such feelings for someone in her life.

However, she felt exhausted when she looked like an outsider, and the two people in the middle didn't know what it felt like.

Qin Wushuang supported her body, poured all the black potions in the bowl into a potted plant next to the bed and head, and said softly: "He doesn't know that these medicines are actually useless to me..."

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Chapter completed!