You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 275 You want to become a monk?

From day to night, Ling Shumo was either guarding Bai Wan without taking off his clothes, or boiling medicine, cooking vegetable juice or rice soup at the door.

He brought out the cooked dishes in his hands and stirred the rice soup several times until it gradually became warm.

So, Ling Shumo picked up a bamboo chopstick, dipped it in the rice soup, and put it drop by drop into the mouth of the person on the bed.

The cracked corners of his lips were smoothed over in one go.

I was just watching from the side, and seeing that the unconscious person was only relying on this method to survive, it seemed very difficult, and I couldn't help but put my hands over my eyelids.

After feeding the last bit of rice soup, he reached out and wiped the corners of his lips.

A bright moon was in the sky, and it was already late at night.

Ling Shumo sat quietly aside, staring at the person, without moving.

Feeling really tired, he frowned and watched the moonlight pouring on his face, clear and warm.

Looking closely, I noticed that the person on the bed seemed to move his left finger.

"Are you awake?!"

Ling Shumo said happily, and almost immediately came forward.

Before he could get closer, he found that the finger seemed to be motionless again, and he sat back in disappointment.

"Sir." Ah Yan came forward and said, "You haven't slept for several days."

Ever since Ling Shumo returned the indenture contract to Lin Yan and resigned from his official position, he could no longer address him as "Sir".

Ling Shumo forced himself to stand up, sighing and mocking himself:

"Unfortunately, most of the famous doctors have changed their names because of the matter of Emperor Nanying refining the elixir. Otherwise, if I visited all the doctors in the world, I would be able to cure him."

Seeing this, A Yan stepped forward and whispered: "Mr. Bai will wake up..."

After learning about this man's life from other sources, everyone was shocked by his tenacious ability to survive. How could he just remain silent or even die like this?

Ling Shumo seemed to be guarding for longer and longer periods of time, especially closing his eyes more often, gently stroking the cheek of the person on the bed, his movements softly and slowly.

The wind gradually passed, accompanied by rain.

Someone was lying on the bed, his mind feeling chaotic and messy.

He ran in the darkness, not even knowing what he was chasing...

"Um……"

Bai Wan made a dazed sound and woke up from her dream with a start. The moonlight and raindrops made the light and shadows in the room white.

He felt weak all over and tried to get up, but in his groping he knocked over the bowl on the bedside table.

In an instant, the sound of shattering woke up the person lying next to him.

"Abai?!" the man said in a hoarse voice.

Ling Shumo's expression was tense, his hands were stagnant, and he thought he was dreaming. He looked at the person from top to bottom, inside and out, before hugging him tightly.

The sound of thunder and rain seemed to overlap with his heartbeat.

Bai Wan was held so tightly that she couldn't breathe. She didn't care how disheveled her clothes were. Her black hair was loose and was examined carefully.

He just looked at this person weakly, his eyes empty, and didn't say a word.

Ling Shumo didn't let him go, and lowered his eyes slightly: "What do you want to eat?"

They stood in a row, and on the table next to them was a row of bowls and dishes, filled with rice soup, vegetable juice, sugar water, etc.

It looks rich, but it's actually just soup, and it's repeatedly heated up and cooled down and then cooked again.

Bai Wan looked at the colorful things and frowned.

Ling Shumo could tell what he was thinking at a glance with this subtle expression, and said helplessly:

"I know you don't like these, but you've been unconscious for too long, so these are all you can eat. Don't worry, I made them myself, so just make do with them for now and take good care of yourself."

He fiddled with it with his fingertips and wanted to pick it up, but he felt it was already cold, so he turned around and heated up the dishes.

Bai Wan gasped instinctively, but still said no word.

Ling Shumo gently stroked his face and said slowly: "You have been in a coma for three months and twenty-one days."

In a few days, it will be four months. Everyone thought that he would never wake up again, but Ling Shumo was the only one who was still waiting for this miracle.

Bai Wan was stunned. He really didn't expect that he would lie down for so long, and what happened during this period, and how much Zichen had paid.

"That's great, you finally woke up!" The person opposite had a calm face, but his eyes were a little red.

The body suddenly stopped for a moment. Bai Wan still didn't say a word. He looked at the person in front of him with some confusion, then moved to the window.

His eyes seemed to be isolated from the world, and independent.

Finally, Ling Shumo realized something was wrong and held the other person's hand: "What's wrong? Why aren't you talking?"

Since waking up, Bai Wan hasn't said a word, and her eyes seem to be quieter and heavier than before.

Ling Shumo had no way to deal with him. He just felt that this man's temperament seemed to have suddenly changed, and he looked several dozen years older. He hugged the person sideways:

"Abai, take a good rest first. I'll go heat up the soup."

"Zi Chen!"

Bai Wan spoke each word carefully, looking around solemnly, his brows and eyes seemed to have become indifferent.

From childhood to adulthood, my path has been different from others since I started painting and learning from a teacher. My state of mind has also changed step by step.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?"

Ling Shumo listened with his ear tilted.

The following words didn't seem to come from this person at all, and didn't sound like those of a young man in his early twenties.

"I once hoped that everyone would be like me! Now my teacher has passed away, and I am no longer influenced by the ancients. I should strive to be free from the mundane in my strokes."

"You..." Ling Shumo was stunned for a moment, vaguely understanding what this person meant, "Have you figured it out? Or do you want to..."

At that time, I killed my mentor with my own hands. I thought that this person would never be able to accept it and would collapse and die.

Now, it seems to be completely different from what he thought.

This person, rather than the so-called grudges between master and disciple, cares more about the meaning of painting and the spirit of inheritance.

Ling Shumo smiled slightly, thinking that after this person woke up, they could stay in the world together and become a couple.

However, he didn't expect that when he looked at Bai Wan's eyes, the familiarity that they relied on for acquaintance actually seemed a little strange.

He was nervous and only heard the person on the other side say something lightly.

"Zi Chen, I want to practice in this temple and face the mundane things in my heart."

Ling Shumo stopped, frowned slightly involuntarily, and walked forward for a long time:

"You, want to become a monk?!"