Chapter 112 The Crown of Thorns (1)

Everything came so suddenly, when Jiang Jianming fell, there was only one thought in his heart: Damn, how could he be in front of His Highness...

Garcia hugged the trembling body a beat too late, the look on his face was blank at first, and then suddenly turned into panic - he finally realized what happened.

It is an intermittent episode of chronic crystal disorder.

"ginger!!"

"Ah..." Jiang Jianming's cold sweat broke out in pain, and he slumped in Garcia's arms. He began to cough violently, as if trying to cough out his lungs.

Layers of black mist filled his eyes, his vision swayed more and more, and his consciousness was quickly withdrawn.

This time the attack was more ferocious than before. But it was a chronic disease that was getting worse and worse, and he knew this was just the beginning.

In the blur, the scene around him changed drastically. He was wrapped in Garcia's coat and lay flat on the sofa.

Jiang Jianming couldn't lie down, and curled up sideways in pain, his eyes widened out of focus, his mouth gasping in disorder, like a fish that was thrown ashore bouncing on the verge of death.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..." He groped Garcia's sleeves with trembling fingers, "I..."

"Don't move! I'm here." The crown prince knelt in front of the sofa, squeezed his hand tightly, and took out a small medicine bottle from the inner pocket of his coat.

He vaguely saw Garcia's red eyes, His Highness quickly bit the potion and held the back of his neck with one hand, "It's the medicine, open your mouth...open your mouth!"

Jiang Jianming was confused and thought to himself: After carrying the tranquilizer spray with him, has this person started to carry his first aid medicine with him...

He tried to swallow the medicine with Garcia's hand, but accidentally choked and coughed even worse. Immediately afterwards, he started to vomit blood again, until he couldn't breathe, his thin white fingers ripped his shirt into folds, his lips turned purple, and he almost fainted.

Garcia's face was ashen, his teeth clucked, and he didn't notice that he was shaking, even more so than the patient in his arms.

...why, why did this happen all of a sudden.

Is it because the remote interstellar meeting was too heavy on his body and mind, or because he didn't rest well last night.

Is it because the military situation is too stressful, or is it a blow from a contractionary strategy; is it because those people bully him, or because he makes him worry too much.

"No...cough, it's fine...Your Highness," Jiang Jianming was still trying to appease him, his black hair wet with cold sweat.

The corners of his lips were stained with blood, and his voice became weaker, "Don't be afraid, no..."

"Don't talk, save your energy." Garcia simply threw the medicine bottle away. Jiang Jianming couldn't feed the medicine anymore, so he directly hugged the sick disabled person and rushed out of the room.

"Do not……"

Jiang Jianming's consciousness was not very clear. He opened his eyes weakly and whispered in a barely audible voice, "...Don't...go out."

But as soon as the door of this small conference room opened, they were greeted by a group of people.

It was the generals of the headquarters meeting in another room, headed by Marshal Chen, followed by Major General Tang, General Shilin and others.

"His Royal Highness Lean!?"

"This……"

The generals were shocked. The crown prince was clearly holding the young man who was sitting next to him during the meeting, and both of them were stained with blood.

When Old Marshal Chen saw this posture, his face changed. The old man stepped forward quickly and pulled Jiang Jianming's cheek in Garcia's arms, "Is it a disease?"

Jiang Jianming closed his eyes and did not respond, and he had already fainted. Garcia didn't dare to stop at his feet, and said sternly: "He can't drink the medicine, call the medical staff to save people!!"

Chaos all around.

Garcia's nerves throbbed, gasping for breath. His soul seemed to be detached from his body and looked numbly at what came next.

He watched as soon as the medical staff rushed over, Jiang Jianming was put into the mobile treatment cabin, the oxygen mask was buckled on the pale face, the needle of the infusion pierced the skin, and the treatment cabin was pushed away.

The last thing deeply engraved in the field of vision is the first line of text flashing on the diagnosis and treatment display of the treatment cabin-Intelligent diagnosis result: early onset of chronic crystal disorder.

Is it early?

Is it just the early onset symptoms that are already at this level?

Garcia followed the medical staff and seemed to be held by Chen Hank's shoulder halfway, and said something like please calm down, but he has lost this ability.

In the blur, there seemed to be huge waves coming from all directions, tearing at him.

The voices of the senior generals behind him came again, mixed with regret and pity:

"It turned out to be a chronic crystal disorder patient. No wonder he was so sensitive to crystal disorder at the general meeting."

"How can you get this at such a young age?"

"It's to be able to go to the far interstellar battlefield to take the initiative to get sick... Alas, the Amorphous Race wants to stay in the far interstellar battlefield, and that's really the only way."

"Unfortunately, I have heard a few things about this Colonel Jiang. He is a rare talent. Unfortunately...I don't know if there are five years left."

Why, Garcia was caught in this chaotic storm, but it was not his flesh and blood that was torn apart, but the person he wanted to protect in his arms.

Why was that sentence swallowed with the tumbling blood in his throat? He was afraid that he had not taken good care of Jiang Jianming, but he was even more afraid that he had taken good care of him. He is afraid that everything is powerless and irreversible, and he can only watch his lover shatter in the palm of his hand.

Like a snowflake, it always melts under the sun.

On this day, Jiang Jianming was directly sent to the Yaslan Military Headquarters General Hospital in District 3.

It used to be a medical research institute in the old empire, but now it is a secret hospital for the royal family, nobles, important military and political leaders, and senior talents to receive diagnosis and treatment.

It stands to reason that with Jiang Jianming's identity and qualifications, he is not qualified to be sent here.

But he was a patient who was personally escorted by the imperial crown prince and the grand commander.

About an hour later, the eldest lady of the Bei family and Lord Lance came to visit one after another, as well as several officers from the Golden Sun Wheel. In the afternoon, a specialist consultation was performed, and an emergency operation was performed. In the evening, His Majesty the Emperor actually came in person. This kind of posture was unprecedented. Even the old director of the Military General Hospital couldn't help sweating.

As for Jiang Jianming himself...

He was awake when he was taken to the hospital.

It was just an early attack, not so exaggerated, at least Jiang Jianming thought it was not a problem.

He also vomited blood before, but he never fainted. This time... this time it may have been a little worse, but it's still not a problem.

If he can still move, he must continue.

"Your Highness."

When he woke up the next morning, Jiang Jianming lay helplessly on the hospital bed, "I want to be discharged from the hospital..."

Under the bedside window, Garcia sat there peeling apples for him, but ignored him.

Overnight, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's eyes were dark blue, his hair was messy, and his mental state became worse.

A built-in TV screen was made on the wall opposite the ward. At the moment, the program being broadcast is an interview with the Amorphous Race Protection Association, which is a semi-official program.

"Your Excellency Jiang is the light of hope for our amorphous race," in the picture, a young woman's tone was enthusiastic, her eyes were slightly moist, "he proved to the entire empire that the amorphous race is by no means inferior!"

"Without the crystal bone, we can also fight with blood, and we can be invincible - we are not a burden that drags down the empire, we can become heroes that shine on the empire!"

Jiang Jianming insisted: "I'm fine, I'm healed. Even if I don't heal, I won't be able to do anything if you force me to lie down. I also promised the general at the general meeting to sort out the historical data..."

"You also know that if it can be proved that the Great Emperor Kaios really returned to the crystal nest, then it can be inferred that there is indeed an urgent problem to be solved in the crystal nest - Your Highness? Are you listening to me? "

Garcia turned his head slowly and said hoarsely, "...what?"

Jiang Jianming sat up, and he repeated calmly, "I said, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital, and I'm going to the library."

The program on TV continued, and after a few rounds of conversations, the interviewer asked with a smile: "I would like to ask Miss Yang, the association and the vast number of non-crystal citizens of the Empire, what are your expectations for the future of Your Excellency Jiang? "

The young woman said firmly: "He just needs to stand there, because his existence itself is the morning star that inspires us—"

Di, the screen went dark, and Jiang Jianming raised his hand to turn off the TV.

The black-haired young man lifted the quilt and got out of bed. His face was still a little pale, but his movements were already neat, as usual.

He stepped over his slippers and touched Garcia's cheek with his cold fingers, "Your Highness."

"His Royal Highness...you should calm down, this kind of attack will only get more and more serious in the future."

Jiang Jianming sighed and said, "You are Your Highness the Prince, so you panicked like this for me... How can you show it to outsiders."

"...His Royal Highness."

Garcia put down the apple and the fruit knife, he repeated it, and said in a low voice: "You taught me to think more, teach me to compromise and give up, teach me to calm down... Do you just want to teach me to be like the one who hurt you. "

When Jiang Jianming didn't speak, Garcia snorted: "If I say I want to go back on it again."

Jiang Jianming smiled: "Really?"

Garcia lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. At this time, he seemed to be more like His Royal Highness Ryan. After a few seconds, His Highness slowly shook his head: "Of course it's fake."

The road in front of them can only go forward, not back. The road ahead is thorns, and looking back is the abyss, he knows it.

Ryan stood up, and when he stood up, he was immediately taller than Jiang Jianming. The crown prince held the back of his lover's head, ran his fingers through his smooth black hair, and leaned slightly... as if he was about to give a kiss.

But it stopped abruptly before the lips touched the lips.

Jiang Jianming was about to accept the kiss, but Garcia suddenly grabbed his arm, put his lips close to his ear, and said in a low voice, "...why don't you ever take the initiative to kiss me."

The tone was too heavy and sad, and extremely suppressed, "Don't say you love me."

"..." Jiang Jianming was speechless.

"At the Black Shark Base that day, I said I loved you, but you just acquiesced and didn't agree."

Garcia's jaw tightened, and he trembled slightly, "Do you still think deep down in your heart that I'm not him?"

"You misunderstood..." Jiang Jianming opened his mouth to speak, but Garcia suddenly kissed his lips at this moment, "Hmm...!"

He didn't go deep, probably because he was worried about his body, the aggressor was still just a light touch, a shallow taste with pity.

"Do you prefer the kiss three years ago?" Then the man's eyes turned red, he pressed against him firmly, and came up unwillingly.

"What about hugs? What about taking care of? And other things..."

Having said that, Garcia suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Jianming was pushing him dumbfoundedly: "No, no, Your Highness, let me go—hm? What else?"

Garcia looked up at him, gritted his teeth, and hesitated, "You...you...you like...he treats you?"

Jiang Jianming was stunned for a while, and suddenly he came to a strange realization from this man's expression.

The pale face suddenly turned a rosy glow, he was angry and funny, turned his head and sat back on the bed: "Your Highness, wake up, the crown prince of the empire was a minor when he died three years ago!"

Garcia: "."

"Ryan is often very busy, young, and doesn't know much about dating and has no time. Our most...intimate act is...kissing."

Jiang Jianming endured the embarrassment and said, and as he spoke, he got back into the quilt with shame, "Also, your little highness didn't dare to kiss me casually back then, the number of times you kissed me in the past few days is almost comparable to ours in half a year. ."

But Garcia still reluctantly came to his bed and questioned seriously: "So why don't you kiss me and say you love me."

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