Chapter 58 How could He Cong, that human, touch you?

Hidden in the medieval building complex surrounded by green plants and water forests, the morning light and mist filter through the arched windows and doors decorated with glazed tiles in the ancient hall. The colorful light is hazy and soft, projected onto the slender figure lying on the bed.

Shang Youqing didn't know how long it had been, but she opened her eyes in a daze. She felt as if her consciousness and facial features had been burned and reorganized, spreading clearly through her limbs and bones, even to the tips of her fingertips.

Shang Youqing had to suppress the chaotic spiritual veins with all his strength. He grabbed the gauze curtain hanging on the side of the bed with his fingers and forced himself to sit up from the bed.

Shang Youqing opened his lips slightly and tried his best to regulate his breathing. Suddenly he realized something and lowered his cold eyes to see an IV catheter on the back of his hand, which was so white that it was transparent.

Looking along the direction where the syringe was hanging, Shang Youqing pulled the medicine bottle hanging on it down without thinking, and tore off the medicine name on the surface of the bottle, but there was nothing written on it.

Shang Youqing's eyes welled up slightly, and he directly pulled out the indwelling needle on the back of his hand. Blood oozed out from the needle hole in the punctured skin.

Shang Youqing didn't care and was about to get out of bed, suppressing his burning heart, but his legs suddenly went weak for no reason and he fell down unexpectedly, landing on the soft gray carpet. The pain made him vomit blood again.

She tried her best to endure it, wiped the blood from her lips, and was about to grab the gauze curtain at the edge of the bed to support herself when suddenly, a dark shadow loomed over her.

Before Shang Youqing could look up, a long hand reached out to help her up, but Shang Youqing didn't say anything and turned the hand back and threw it down.

With a dull thud, Mu Jiuhan fell against the foot of the bed unexpectedly.

He rubbed his arm, which was nearly broken, and said with a mixture of pain and amusement: "Junior Sister, I really just wanted to help you up. Don't be so hostile to me..."

Shang Youqing stood up, his face pale as he spoke: "Give Shang You back to me."

"Okay, okay," Mu Jiuhan said coaxingly, with an indulgent look on his face, "Just sit back on the bed now. I'll let you video call Shang You right away. I'll make sure you, my little junior sister, see that You You is indeed safe and sound."

After a while, Shang Youqing sat back on the bed with a cold expression and said nothing.

Mu Jiuhan then asked the doctor who was guarding outside to come in again and replace Shang Youqing's infusion set with a new one.

Shang Youqing watched the doctor approach with a medicine bottle and an IV device, but he didn't move at all and showed no intention of cooperating at all.

Seeing this, the doctor looked at Mu Jiuhan beside him with some embarrassment. Mu Jiuhan still had a smile on his face: "Don't be afraid, little sister. This is a good thing that can warm up the meridians. I spent a lot of manpower and money to transport it from China. Please don't tear it apart for me."

The doctor, despite the inherent chilliness of the icy beauty sitting on the bed, carefully reinjected her intravenous line and applied a transparent dressing to the indwelling needle inserted into the skin. After making sure everything was correct, he quietly retreated.

Mu Jiuhan's gaze remained fixed on her breathtakingly beautiful profile. Seeing that she had finally received the infusion of the medicine, he considerately and carefully placed a soft wrist pillow under her fair and slender wrist.

His fingertips just brushed against her beautifully curved wrist bone, and just as Shang Youqing frowned and was about to reach out to cut off his fingers, he took the initiative and withdrew his hand without changing his expression.

He put the finger that had touched Shang Youqing's wrist bone to his nose and sniffed it, letting out a lazy "tsk." "How come that human He Cong could touch you? I just touched your hand, and Junior Sister is so nervous?"

Shang Youqing didn't even want to waste time talking to him: "Video."

"All right."

Mu Jiuhan then slowly took out his cell phone and pressed a few buttons on it. After a while, the gauze curtains originally surrounding the big bed were slowly pulled open, and then a huge screen projection appeared on the entire wall opposite the bed.

The projected video call screen was quickly connected. Shang Youqing saw through the large screen on the wall that Shang You was sitting obediently in front of a small desk, with a serious look on his face and a paintbrush in his little hand drawing on the drawing board. Mu Weiting was standing next to Shang You, with his head slightly lowered, looking like he was guiding her gently and patiently.

When Shang Youqing saw this, her thin shoulders rose and fell slightly, and her cold face finally showed a change of expression. She stared at Shang You and shouted, "Baby? Youyou?..."

Shang Youqing shouted several times in a hurry, but there was no response from the video caller. Finally, her eyelashes moved slightly, and she turned her eyes sharply to look at the man standing beside the bed, "Turn up my call volume!"

As a result, the next second, the video call on the projected screen was hung up.

Mu Jiuhan turned off his phone and explained, "Junior Sister, you probably don't want Youyou to see you looking like you're about to die after devouring the killing barrier, right? I'm doing this for your own good."

Shang Youqing suppressed the chill and said, "You took Shang You away and deceived her, making her think that I sent her to Mu Weiting, right?"

Mu Jiuhan raised his eyes and said, "It's not really a lie. You saw it too. Wei Ting is indeed taking good care of Youyou for you."

Shang Youqing: "But if I don't cooperate with you, I won't be able to take good care of Shang You."

Mu Jiuhan chuckled, sat down on the edge of her bed, and looked at her with deep eyes, "So Junior Sister will stay with me, right?"

Shang Youqing looked him in the eyes calmly and indifferently, "You two brothers are truly more disgusting than the other."

"What you said, Junior Sister, is really heartbreaking. No matter how good Wei Ting and I are, we are not like the father and son of the He family who always come to take Junior Sister's life, right? What's more—"

Shang Youqing looked away with great disgust and interrupted him directly: "Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"

Mu Jiuhan was slightly stunned. Before he could say anything, he saw Shang Youqing's blood-stained lips curled up into a cold sneer, "Knowing that I had consumed the killing barrier, you still went to such great lengths to bring me here, even using Shang You to threaten me. I must be worth exploiting."

Mu Jiuhan stared at her straight as he finished speaking, the smile on his face becoming softer. "Well, there is indeed something I need Junior Sister's help with."

As he spoke, he moved even closer to Shang Youqing, gazing at her closely. He softened his voice again, "But there's no rush yet. The most important thing right now is to take care of Junior Sister's health. Don't worry, Junior Sister, I will definitely restore your burned heart meridians."

Shang Youqing was sure that Mu Jiuhan really needed her help, and her tense heartstrings relaxed a little, but her tone was still cold and gloomy: "I want to see Shang You."

"Of course I will let Junior Sister see Shang You."