Chapter 90: Heaven does not grant one’s wishes (3)
"I know. Thank you for your help--"
Shan Yufeng's reason finally overcame her grief and she agreed to everyone's suggestions.
"Yes, Lei'er, take your aunt back to her room."
"Yes, cousin."
With Lei'er's support, Shan Yufeng walked away slowly and reluctantly.
After watching Shan Yufeng leave, Shan Zhen's gaze shifted back to Yin Yin. At this moment, Shan Zhen looked at Yin Yin carefully. He had long felt that he had not seen Yin Yin for a long time. At this moment, looking at the person he loved whom he had not seen for a long time, who could understand his feelings?
"…Is it really just because I'm too sad?"
Staring at the sleeping Yin Yin, Shan Zhen spoke in a heavy voice. Even if he was not a doctor, he did not think it was that simple. Just because Lei'er and Shan Yufeng did not notice it did not mean that Shan Zhen did not notice it either. The strangeness hidden in Xue Han's expression while he was diagnosing was not just due to excessive sadness.
“…I’m not sure.”
Xue Han seemed to understand what Shan Zhen was saying and gave his answer. At the same time, he did not deny that he had concealed something from Shan Zhen. It was a secret that only he and the other two knew.
The two were silent, letting time pass by, their eyes never leaving Yin Yin, until...
"Master cousin! !"
Following the shout, Lei'er rushed in, a little recklessly.
"What's wrong?"
"The Emperor is here."
Shan Zhen was not surprised at all by Lei'er's information, and the same went for Xue Han, because they all knew that even if something had happened in the past, even if they hadn't seen each other for such a long time, and even under such circumstances, Zhou Cheng would definitely not remain indifferent. With such action power, it can only be said that he is worthy of being Zhou Cheng.
Shan Zhen and Xue Han looked at each other, then left Yin Yin one after the other...
--at night--
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, almost turning into a blizzard. In Yin Yin's room, Shan Zhen was sitting alone, his eyes fixed on Yin Yin lying on the bed. The strong wind and snow outside had no effect on him at all. He looked so focused. The original tranquility was broken by a gust of strange wind...
"Who is it?"
Shan Zhen's voice sounded faintly, and he watched the figure that appeared behind him out of the corner of his eye. Shan Zhen didn't seem to feel strange or alert at all about the arrival of others?
"As expected of General Shan, not only was he able to sense my presence, but he also managed to keep his expression unchanged."
A voice sounded, and a black shadow approached Shan Zhen. The owner of this voice was the ghost demon. When the ghost demon was only a few steps behind him, Shan Zhen turned sideways and looked at the ghost demon who was dressed in black and wearing a black mask...
"You are... the 'ghost doctor' ghost?"
"General Shan knows me? I'm really flattered."
The words were a greeting when they first met, but the tone was still cold. Guisha's attitude made Shan Zhen fall into silence for a moment. "I've heard Xue Han mention it before."
Guisha had already guessed it in his heart, but did not respond. He wanted to introduce himself, but Shan Zhen said it first. There were many rumors about Shan Zhen, but when he met him, he realized that he was obviously different from the rumors. From the first time he saw Shan Zhen, Guisha had a good impression of his aura. It was an appreciation because he saw something in common with himself in Shan Zhen...
"So it seems that Yinyin was with you when she disappeared some time ago?"
"Um."
"So you've been with her ever since then?"
"Um."
"I think I have no problem with your medical skills. Do you mind treating her?"
Shan Zhen's calmness when facing strangers, and his willingness to ask for help from people he didn't know whether they were enemies or friends, really surprised Guisha. In Guisha's opinion, Shan Zhen was too calm, and people couldn't tell what he was thinking. It was the first time that Guisha had seen someone who could hide himself so deeply.
He did not directly answer Shan Zhen, but walked silently to Yin Yin's bedside and took Yin Yin's pulse. To be honest, this was also the purpose of his coming...
Watching Guisha's actions, Shan Zhen hid a worried heart under his calm appearance. It was not that he did not believe in Xue Han's ability, but the situation might be better with more people, especially for someone like Guisha, who had stayed with Yinyin for quite a long time, so he must have a certain understanding of Yinyin. Since everyone was here, Shan Zhen would certainly not miss the opportunity to find out about Yinyin's situation. As for other things, as long as they were not attached to Yinyin, Shan Zhen did not want to ask about other people's deeds.
After a moment.
Guisha put Yinyin's hand back into the quilt and covered it. The mask made it impossible for Shan Zhen to infer the result from her expression, but he did not ask, as if he was waiting for Guisha to speak. Fortunately, Guisha did not let him down...
"As a result, I think Xue Han has already said it, right? I have the same diagnosis as him."
Guisha spoke slowly. Since he had a general idea of Shan Zhen's character, he did not hesitate to tell him the situation, even if it was what others had said and the most common result. His answer did not surprise Shan Zhen. Of course, Shan Zhen also knew that it was not so easy to get words from a stranger . He just filled two cups of tea, one in front of him and the other on the opposite side. This was undoubtedly an invitation for Guisha to take a seat. Guisha understood and did not refuse. He walked to the place where the tea was placed and sat down...
After Guisha sat down, Shan Zhen did not speak, and neither did Guisha. Both seemed to be waiting for the other to speak first. However, the two seemingly close people did not break the silence, drinking their own tea. No one would say that this was their communication. Instead, the two sides gave people a sense of inexplicable tacit understanding? It was as if they were waiting for a certain opportunity to speak?
