The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 698 I Return to Northern Xinjiang
Aka, the Great Witch of Northern Xinjiang, raised the staff in his hand to Yun Ruo, and made a gesture of salute: "Your Majesty."

Yun Ruo nodded, and said lightly, "I'm going back to Northern Xinjiang!"

She said this to A-Ka, and she also said it to me.

For a moment, I felt like my heart was frozen. I had never been so sad before.

The big witch Aka seemed to see that something was wrong with Yun Ruo, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Your body?"

Unknowingly, the great witch Aka actually used honorifics. Obviously, when there were many people, Yun Ruo's status immediately became prominent.

Yun Ruo was still very cold, and repeated those four words: "I'm going back to northern Xinjiang."

It can be heard that she is very serious at this time, which shows that she is in a bad mood.

I took two steps forward in pain: "What the hell is going on here?"

Yun Ruo's body was visibly shaking with her back to me, she suppressed her emotions forcibly, and said again: "I'm going back to northern Xinjiang!"

The big witch Aka immediately became serious, bowed and said, "I'll take you back!"

Yun Ruo nodded, did not speak, and walked forward without looking back.

The great witch Aka followed her, and within two steps, Yun Ruo suddenly spat out a large pool of blood, and leaned sideways.

"Yunruo!"

I yelled, and no longer cared about the injury of my body, I rushed over, supported her body, turned her body around and took a look.

Yun Ruo's face was as pale as paper, with mud and blood all over her body, the blood was still flowing slowly from the corner of her mouth, her long eyelashes were trembling, and she was muttering something.

"Yunruo, Yunruo, how are you doing?"

I hugged her body, cried her name, felt my heart tremble, and then my mouth rolled with a smell of fishy sweetness, I spat out a pool of blood with a mouthful of 'wow', my eyes were a little lax, shaking Lie on Yun Ruo's body.

I felt that my spirit was on the verge of collapse, and I also felt that my grandfather came to give the pulse of the two of us. I didn't hear what he said clearly, but I heard a sentence of exhaustion and exhaustion.

I don't know how long I slept, I only know that I had a nightmare. In my sleep, Yun Ruo was standing with me on the top of a high mountain, looking at the lush green scenery in the mountains, suddenly the earth shook Shake, the entire top of the mountain collapsed in an instant, I was fine, but Yun Ruo fell off the cliff.

The moment Yun Ruo fell off the cliff, I grabbed her hand and pulled her up desperately, but for some reason, my hand couldn't use any strength.

I desperately grabbed, desperately wanted to grab her hand, but for some reason, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold her hand.

I just watched Yun Ruo fall into the abyss, but there was nothing I could do. I could only cry helplessly and howl in pain, but there was nothing I could do...

"Yunruo! Yunruo!"

I sat up suddenly from the bed, opened my eyes and looked at the familiar environment in front of me, and sat on the bed with a feeling of bewilderment.

My mother was sitting by my bed, woke up by my shout, and shouted happily: "Son, are you awake?"

I stared blankly at the paper painting pasted on the wall at the head of the bed, but my mind was full of Yun Ruo's figure when he fell into the abyss.

Seeing that I didn't speak, my mother yelled anxiously: "Son, son, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mom, what's wrong with you?"

I turned my head in a daze, looked at my mother, with a sore nose, threw myself into her arms like a child, and burst into tears.

My mother patted me on the back and said softly: "Okay, okay, don't cry, everything is over, it's okay."

I looked up at my mother's haggard look again, sobbing, "Mom, I made you worry."

My mother suddenly laughed: "Silly boy, what are you talking about? You are a mother!"

At this time the door was pushed open, and my grandpa stepped in, followed by my dad.

"woke up?"

My grandfather walked up to me and touched my forehead, then pinched my wrist to feel the pulse, nodded and said, "I'm recovering well."

My dad's face was a little cramped, his mouth was opened, and he seemed hesitant to speak.

This vigorous and resolute man is also helpless in front of his own son.

I smiled miserably: "Dad, it's okay, it's my own business, I can handle it myself."

My dad nodded lonely: "Okay, let's eat!"

I got up quickly, but felt a sense of loss of strength, and fell back on the bed again.

My dad who was walking outside suddenly stopped, turned around and glanced at me, bent down to pick me up, carried me on his back, and walked out slowly.

I feel that his broad arms have lost a lot of weight. Although they are still strong, they don't have that thick feeling.

I looked at the few black hairs in his gray hair, and a sense of sadness welled up in my heart again.

I suppressed my tears and put my hand on his shoulder until he put him on the chair.

I finally understood why he carried me out, because there was a large table of food in the yard, and the sun was shining on me warmly.

My dad suddenly smiled and said to me: "At first I wanted to feed you a bowl of porridge indoors, but the sun is shining today, and you haven't been in the sun for half a month."

My mother gave him a sideways look: "Don't listen to his nonsense, this man is duplicity. Your father carries you out to bask in the sun every day, washes your feet and wipes your body. Otherwise, how can I lift you so big? ah!"

I was at a loss for a while, and looked at my dad in astonishment. My dad scratched his head in embarrassment, but didn't say anything.

Father's love is always difficult to express. I looked at my dad moved and said in a low voice, "Dad, you have worked hard."

My dad nodded, the same three words: "Let's eat!"

My grandfather was already sitting at the dining table, looking at us father and son playfully, sipped the wine, and said, "Today is a happy day for Ning Wa'er to wake up, why don't you see what you are doing one by one? Crying and wiping away tears, how can you still look like a man?"

I forced a smile, picked up the wine glass in front of my dad and said, "Grandpa, you've worked hard when you're old."

If I was really in a coma for half a month, my grandfather would never leave my side, he would always pay attention to my physical condition.

"Hey?"

The three of them stared at the same time.

"You can't drink!"

My mother yelled out first.

"You'd better drink this!"

My dad put a bowl of hot porridge in front of me.

My grandpa coughed twice: "Let's drink it when your kid is better!"

I could only slowly put down the wine glass, reluctantly picked up the porridge bowl, hesitated for a while, and still couldn't help asking: "How are they?"

(End of this chapter)