Reborn Trainer

Jing Yun dipped his fingers in the tea, and drew little by little on the table.

Most of the events that happened at the age of eight in the previous life, I can’t remember most of them. I participated in the hunting season with Longling. Longling injured his leg and he injured his hand. They were around eleven or twelve years old. Owned.His father died in the year of his marriage, but after that.

He hastily drew a time map on the desktop, and the possibility that flashed through his mind before slowly died down.

When Su Ying said that he could tell his father about the marriage, he instantly thought that his father had something to do with this person in private, but looking at the time in his last life, it was obviously wrong.

He remembered Su Ying's words that the other party would come with a girl from the tribe in a month.A month...?Su Ying in this life obviously failed to get along well with the clan, maybe it was because he got involved in it that he was asked to make another plan?

Jing Yun had a headache thinking about it. The previous life and this life were intertwined. For a moment, he felt a faint darkness in front of his eyes, and a trace of needle-pricking pain spread all over his body.

At first, I thought that I would be able to grasp everything with ease once again, but as a result, all known timelines became a mess, not only did not make the slightest order, but made myself more and more confused.

Maybe I was too obsessed with investigating Su Ying and ignored other things?He has not returned to the inner city once since he was reborn, and many people and things may have changed. Yes, he was too anxious.

He took a deep breath and wanted to stand up against the table, but his whole body felt weak and his nose was hot.

Have a fever?

Jing Yun was startled, before he had time to react, he heard someone on the stairs say: "Jing Yun? What are you doing?"

Jing Yun raised his head, and Long Ling's frowning face appeared in his eyes. The other party only glanced at him and said, "Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?" He quickly came down the stairs, and while helping him with his hands, he shouted: "Come on People! Get Timo a doctor!"

The shopkeeper quickly responded and ran out.

Jing Yun only felt that his chest was becoming more and more uncomfortable, as if he was being pressed heavily by something, and he couldn't stop breathing.Long Ling simply carried him on his back, and while walking upstairs, he met Jing Ming and the elders who came out of another room on the way.

Jing Ming was taken aback when he saw this, and hurried forward, "Patriarch? Yun'er? What's the matter?"

"Jing Yun has a fever." Long Ling said, "I've sent someone to find a doctor, priest, don't worry."

But he was his own son after all, how could he not be worried?

Jing Ming's eyes were full of worry, and while helping them open the room door, he said, "I have some herbs for dispelling fever, let Yun'er take it first."

The moment he opened the door, a string of fiery red stones appeared from the wrist covered by the toga.

Jing Yun's heart skipped a beat.

Even though he was struggling to move a finger now, he subconsciously tilted his body to one side, trying to avoid the string of stones as much as possible.

Long Ling naturally felt that the weight on his back was shifting, and realized that someone was about to fall, and pulled his body to the side.

"Don't move around!" He yelled, and hurried past Jing Ming into the house.

No one noticed that the fire obsidian on Jing Ming's wrist flashed a faint brilliance, but disappeared in an instant.

But Jing Yun, who had been paying attention to the fire obsidian, could see it clearly. He involuntarily grasped Long Ling's shoulder with his fingers, feeling extremely nervous.

As expected, approaching the fire obsidian will cause the stone to react. It would be a disaster if the elders knew about it.

This is also the reason why Long Ling didn't want to go with him when he wanted to see the fire obsidian that Jing Ming brought back.

Although I don't know why the fire obsidian reacted to me, and even though the fire obsidian shone in the succession ceremony in the previous life, it didn't trigger any ability to appear afterwards.Instead, relying on his own ability, he helped a lot in the clan and made people recognize him as a priest.

It's not just a name, but the identity of a priest, which also includes the restoration of the rights that many priests should have in the clan.

But that's all.

He can neither predict the future nor divination, let alone understand animal speech.

Perhaps it was a fluke, Jing Yun guessed wildly: probably because he had a fever, which affected the connection with the fire obsidian, so the brilliance just passed away in a flash, and did not attract everyone's attention.

While Jing Yun felt uncomfortable, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was also difficult for him to understand his contradictory mood. On the one hand, he wanted to protect Long Ling, but on the other hand, he wanted to stay away from him, so that the other party could treat him as an ordinary brother.

In fact, if the elders had discovered that they had this ability earlier, there would be no need for the tribe to present the princess as a present, and the two of them would be able to get together early with less detours.

There is nothing better than a husband and wife who can know all the secrets of each other and protect each other better.

But given someone's terrifying possessiveness...

The closer you get to him, the farther you can only be pushed away by the other party.

With a sigh in my heart, I felt tired and turbulent.Long Ling carefully put him into the quilt, and touched his forehead with the back of his hand.

"It's so hot... since when did it start?"

Jing Yun himself didn't know, he shook his head blankly, but became even more dizzy.

"Don't move." Long Ling clicked his tongue, carefully took off his coat, and reached out to take off his shoes.

Jing Yun was taken aback, "Patriarch! Don't move, I will do it myself!"

"Why are you still quarreling with me at this time?" Long Ling looked at him reproachfully, "Why can't you always take care of yourself? I didn't pay attention to you, either fell here or got hurt there."

Hearing the worried tone, Jing Yun's nose felt a little sore, so he had to let the other party take off his shoes and stuff himself into the bedding.

"I guess the problem is your feet."

As Long Ling said, he reached out to pull Jing Yun's pants.

Jing Yun shrank his legs subconsciously, Long Ling thought it was pain, and his face darkened, "Why didn't you say it earlier? You..."

He stretched out his hand and pulled out the dagger from behind, stabbed it, and cut Jing Yun's trouser leg completely.

Jing Yun: "..."

And let's talk about me, your bad temper hasn't gotten any better.

It's just that when the trouser legs were slit open, the two of them were stunned when they saw it.

Jing Yun suddenly became guilty, and said softly, "I... I'm tired..."

As he said that, he wanted to pretend that he closed his eyes and fell asleep without knowing anything.

How could Long Ling let him go?After being dazed, he immediately became angry. He thrust the dagger into the side of the bed, and there was a slight cracking sound, piercing through the bed sheet and the cushion underneath.

"Your own legs! They're all suppurated like this! Don't you feel it?!"

Following Long Ling's loud shout, the doctor finally arrived outside the door, panting.

"The third son of the widowed family and the world! I have met the patriarch!"

Long Ling didn't wait for the other party to salute, and waved directly, "Don't dawdle! Come and have a look!"

The man was startled, and he didn't dare to neglect, he hurried to the bed with the medicine box on his back, and then his face turned pale when he was startled by the knife stuck on the edge of the bed.

Long Ling raised his hand and pulled out the knife. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the young doctor's shoulder shrunk, then stood back two steps, and said with a cold face, "If you don't want this knife to be stuck in your body, show me quickly!"

He Shiren immediately put down the medicine box with trembling knees, and knelt on the edge of the bed to explore the wound.

The originally changed bandages and medicine were all sticky together at this time, and Jing Yun's wound opened again for some reason, and blood and pus were all over his legs, which looked extremely disgusting.

The early autumn was still hot and dry, and the thick bandages and long trousers stifled a foul smell from the injured leg.At first, it was covered by the strong smell of herbs, but it was not easy to detect, but now that the bandages were untied, even Long Ling couldn't bear it, and his face turned livid.

"Diagnose and treat well!" He hastily left a sentence, and quickly opened the door to go out.

Jing Yun's face was also pale, probably because the bandages were wrapped too tightly before, and his legs were already numb, but he didn't feel anything.Only at this moment did the severe pain begin to spread, like a knife stirring the wound repeatedly.

He Shiren is a young doctor. He wandered around the Dragon Clan City with his master since he was a child. He has been cured of many diseases. He has seen worse than this. At this time, he was very calm and his face remained unchanged. "Little brother, you How did this injury come about?"

"Wolf bites." Jing Yun gripped the sheet under his body tightly and gritted his teeth.

He Shiren was shocked at the reason, but seeing that he didn't cry in pain or shed tears at such a young age, with a look of admiration on his face, while dealing with the blood and pus, he spoke softly to divert his attention.

"Look, the wound is very new, and the medicine is also good. How could it open? Did the little brother do some extreme exercise, which caused the wound to tear?"

Jing Yun thought for a while, "Yesterday afternoon... turned over the table."

And the world: "..."

As an adult, he knew that such a creature as a child cannot be deduced with common sense.But who will tell him that a child who looks no more than six or seven years old can turn over the table after being bitten by a wolf?You don't even know the wound is open, and you don't cry or make trouble at this time?

Is this the child who popped out of the rock?

He Shiren suddenly thought of a possibility, looked at him and asked, "Could it be that little brother... Lord Timo?"

Jing Yun, who was called "Master Timo", was taken aback for a moment, and was not used to it for a while, "I am Jing Yun."

"So it's really Mr. Timo." He smiled at Shiren, and after treating the wound, he took out a needle and thread from the medicine box, "No wonder his words and deeds are different from ordinary people, as expected of Timo."

He said, roasting the thin needles with fire, and slowed down his voice to comfort, "Your wound has deteriorated, and you can only treat it with needles and external application of internal medicine."

Long Ling just opened the door and came in at this time, and his complexion has improved a lot.Seeing him holding a needle with everyone, Jing Yun's face turned pale, and he was shocked, "What are you going to do?!"

He turned his head and repeated the words again.

Looking at the needle, Long Ling felt his leg hurt, and asked, "Is there no medicine for paralysis? You, are you going to do it like this? What if he dies of pain?"

"If it were someone else, I wouldn't choose this method." He Shiren said: "Right now, paralysis medicine is rare, and I don't have it on my body. Although it can be cured by other methods, the effect is very slow, and it will crack again if it is not complete. Worsening. Although this method is painful, the effect is the best."

He said, looking down at Jing Yun, "Master Timo can make his own decision."

Jing Yun himself didn't want to be limping all the time, and it would be inconvenient to do things with inconvenient hands and feet.

He only hesitated for a moment and said: "Come on."

"What are you doing here!" Long Ling exploded instead, "You're a fool who will hurt to death!"

Jing Yun glanced around, stretched out his hand to tear off the pillow cover on the pillow, stuffed it into his mouth and bit it, staring at a pair of black eyes, said indistinctly: "Come on!"

Long Ling gasped, and before he could say anything, the needle had already been inserted.

Seeing Jing Yun twitching all over suddenly, the finger trap seemed to be broken alive in the sheet.Long Ling's expression was not much better than his, and he didn't care about what to say at this time, rushed over and hugged his shoulders, and fixed him in place.

"Why don't you always listen to me?" Long Ling talked to him, making him turn his attention to himself, "When I was four years old, I told you not to go down the river to catch fish. There are dirty things, you don’t listen, and you come back crawling with leeches.”

Jing Yun's face was pale, and the corner of his mouth curled up vaguely.

Long Ling continued: "When you were six years old, you insisted on competing with others in riding and archery, but you didn't listen to the danger, and suddenly broke into the paddock, almost being shot like a hedgehog."

Jing Yun groaned as he was dying, his eyes became a little distracted.

Hearing Long Ling chattering with himself, he felt warm and relieved.When they were young, the relationship between the two was really good. This is good without mixing anything. It is pure and makes people want to laugh.

Even if the two got married later, they had a tacit understanding and were enviable, but when you think about it carefully, it is not as simple as those few years.

Once a person is attached to someone in his heart, he will always worry about gains and losses, be suspicious, and can't make up his own mind.

On the contrary, when they were young, they sometimes fought and quarreled, but it was the time when they trusted each other the most.

The pain in his leg gradually became numb, and when he said "yes" with sweat, he finally passed out.