Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

Although he didn't spend much time with Yan Shu, Li Changtian had some understanding of Yan Shu's character.

Jealousy, cold, quiet.

Now Yan Shu suddenly lost his temper and looked at Li Changtian for a while. It took him a long time to remember to answer the question. He hesitated and said, "I have no accomplices..."

"No! That last word!" Yan Shu's voice trembled.

"CPR?" Li Changtian was stunned.

"How did you know this word?" Yan Shu stared at Li Changtian, as if trying to see what he was thinking, or who he was.

"Just... I, no, wait, what's wrong with this word? You don't understand the meaning of this word! Oh, it hurts, please take it easy, you will break my hand." Li Changtian pointed Pointing at Yan Shu, he twisted his wrist fiercely.

Yan Shu relaxed a little, and asked sharply, "Speak."

"You don't understand when you say it!" Li Changtian lamented, "I just said it for a long time, you don't believe that my method can save people, and you don't believe that the dead can be brought back to life. What do you want me to say?"

Yan Shu was stunned, he stared blankly at Li Changtian, and suddenly fell into memory.

Eleven years ago, Miyagi, Imperial Physician Hall.

July is on fire, and autumn is approaching. Young Yan Shu is in the side room of the Imperial Physician Hall, taking a nap while grinding medicine. Various herbs are brewed here all year round, so there is always a bitter medicinal smell in the air.

Yan Shu was bored and sleepy, yawned, grabbed a handful of herbs, and threw them into the iron mill.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the Imperial Physician Hall, followed by chaotic shouts.

"Someone! The imperial doctor, is there an imperial doctor? The third prince has fallen into the water! Come!"

Young Yan Shu put down his work and was about to run out of the side room when the door of the side room was slammed open.

Yan Ziqing trotted in with a drenched young man in a gorgeous brocade suit on his back.

"Father?" Yan Shu hurried over, wanting to help.

Yan Ziqing put the third prince on the level, and there was no time to talk to Yan Shu, but just shouted: "Close the door, don't let anyone in first."

The people outside hurriedly followed suit. Imperial Physician Yan’s skillful rejuvenation and kindheartedness of the physicians could always cure many strange diseases, but occasionally there were some strange rules, such as not being allowed to watch at certain times.

After Yan Ziqing laid the third prince on the ground, he wanted to tear the clothes on his chest, but he couldn't tear them apart, so he hurriedly went to find the scissors.

Yan Shu walked over and saw that the chest of the young man lying flat on the ground did not rise and fall. He tried the third prince's breath, and his back suddenly felt cold: "Father, he is out of breath."

Imperial Physician Yan didn't say a word. He used scissors to cut open the third prince's shirt, put the base of his palm in the middle of the third prince's chest, pressed it violently dozens of times, and lifted the third prince's lower jaw to exhale. He turned to one side to spit water, and then continued to press the third prince's chest.

Yan Shu looked at Yan Ziqing in bewilderment.

This man has lost his breath and is already a corpse. What is my father doing?

At this moment, the third prince suddenly coughed violently! It came alive! Yan Shu was taken aback.

Yan Ziqing sat down on the ground, exhausted, and then he showed a delighted smile, reached out and patted the stunned Yan Shu's head lightly, and said with a smile, "Do you see clearly? This is called CPR, it can bring back the dead Your father, am I amazing?"

"Who the **** are you?" Yan Shu gritted his teeth, and slowly squeezed each word out from between his teeth.

Li Changtian answered quickly: "Socialist successor."

Yan Shu: "I have never heard of this sect."

Li Changtian said: "It's too advanced, it's normal that you haven't heard of it."

Yan Shu lost patience: "What the **** are you..."

Li Changtian interrupted him: "Okay, okay, let's stop bullshitting here, although I don't know why you are so excited when you hear this word, but I really can't explain it, some things can't be explained in one or two sentences. clearly."

Knowing that entanglement with Li Changtian like this is not an option, Yan Shu released Li Changtian's wrist, frowned, and then said, "You did what you did to the second girl of the Su family that day, and you did it to me again, there must be no difference."

"Ah?" Li Changtian rubbed his aching wrist, thinking he heard it wrong, "What?"

"After you're done, I'll know whether you're talking nonsense, or whether you really want to save that girl." Yan Shu said.

"What, how could you..." Li Changtian said, suddenly lost his voice.

Yan Shu took down the saber hanging by the bed and pressed the hilt against Li Changtian's throat, his eyes were full of threats and indifference.

Li Changtian: "…"

I do it, can't I do it! ?