"Young Master..." Song Ting could no longer restrain himself and kissed those two thin lips, caressing them.
I told myself to be gentle and not to hurt this person, but I couldn't help but use force, as if I wanted to devour this person and merge them into one.
Song Ting's eyes were filled with dark, turbulent emotions, turning a deep crimson, as if he were about to go berserk.
"My lord." Just then, Xiao Wu arrived with Physician Wang.
The familiar voice brought Song Ting back to his senses. He stared at Chu Huaixu's lips, which were red from being kissed, and his heart pounded violently.
I want to kiss you again.
I can't get enough of kissing him.
But her remaining rationality suppressed those inappropriate emotions. Song Ting lowered her head and kissed Chu Huaixu's lips, then turned back coldly and said, "Come in."
Imperial Physician Wang is the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, and has served three emperors, including the current one.
When Chu Huaixu was a child, he was weak and often had nightmares and fevers. The late emperor would often summon the royal physician to treat him, and he had a deep impression of that young noblewoman.
Therefore, when he saw Huaiyue lying on the bed, he froze on the spot and almost lost his balance on the medicine box in his hand.
The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, whose expression was as gloomy as ever, was even more so today than usual. His brows furrowed with displeasure, and his gaze pressed heavily on the imperial physician.
"Chief Wang has always been a man of discretion. I suppose I don't need to say more about what should and shouldn't be said?"
This warning almost confirmed the imperial physician's guess. Wang Guanghe hurriedly knelt down, pressing his forehead to the ground, not daring to look at Song Ting: "Don't worry, my lord, I understand."
"That's good." Song Ting nodded, then stood up and personally helped the imperial physician to his feet. "Thank you for making this trip, Head Physician."
The only people who could receive a helping hand from the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, besides the two in the palace, were those who were about to die.
Wang Guanghe immediately broke out in a cold sweat again. He knew that his life now hung in the balance on the person in the bed, so he dared not delay.
The young lady before me seemed to have changed little compared to the one in my memory, except that she was a little thinner and taller. Her face was still incomparably beautiful, making her unforgettable at first glance.
Wang Guanghe carefully took his pulse, his brows furrowing unconsciously, which made Song Ting's heart clench as well.
"How is it?" he asked nervously.
"It seems that the young master is not seriously injured at present. At most, he is a little depressed, but..." Wang Guanghe hesitated before continuing.
Song Ting had already guessed something from his expression, and her heart was churning with anger, but she tried her best to remain calm: "Please speak freely, Headmaster."
Wang Guanghe sighed: "Then I will speak frankly. This young master has a chronic illness, and if things continue like this, I'm afraid it will be detrimental to his longevity..."
"This is impossible..."
Despite being mentally prepared, Wang Guanghe's words still exceeded Song Ting's expectations, causing him to turn pale instantly and stare at the imperial physician with a sinister look in his eyes.
"He's been perfectly fine... This can't be... Chief Physician Wang, are you trying to deceive me?"
"How dare I!"
Wang Guanghe was terrified of such a crime and his legs went weak. He immediately knelt down at Song Ting's feet.
"Young master, I don't know what kind of torture you suffered in the past. Your tendons in your hands and feet were all severed, your martial arts were ruined, and your meridians were all broken."
"Although someone set his bones back on, that person's technique was crude. I imagine the young master must have been suffering from the pain of damaged meridians all these years."
As expected of the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, he easily grasped the full extent of Chu Huaixu's situation.
But Song Tingcong was unaware that Chu Huaixu's situation had deteriorated to this extent.
He suppressed the pounding in his heart, looked at the imperial physician, and asked in a barely calm tone, "Does the head physician have a solution?"
"This humble official can prescribe some herbal medicine to relieve your pain, but this is only a temporary solution. To cure the problem completely, we must find a way to repair your damaged meridians."
"However, I have made no contribution in this field... Please forgive me, sir."
This was as good as saying nothing at all, and the gloom between Song Ting's brows became even more pronounced.
He knew that these so-called imperial physicians, despite enjoying high positions and generous salaries, were actually useless people who knew nothing.
He couldn't entrust Chu Huaixu's life to a useless person.
"Does the head of the academy have any recommendations?"
"I have heard of a legendary doctor in the martial arts world who has the extraordinary ability to revive the dead and heal the bones of the dead. If you could invite him, perhaps he could help."
Song Ting frowned: "The Ghost-Faced Divine Doctor?"
“That’s right. But that person has a strange temperament. He treats and saves people entirely based on his mood, sir—” Wang Guanghe didn’t finish his sentence, but Song Ting already understood.
"I understand." Song Ting glanced gently at the person on the bed, then turned to the door and ordered, "Send the imperial physician back."
Xiao Wu entered as instructed, gestured for Wang Guanghe to enter, and the two of them left one after the other.
"Qi Zhou".
"grown ups."
"Did you hear what Wang Guanghe said just now?"
"yes."
"Have you ever heard of this masked doctor?"
I've heard a little about it.
Song Ting gestured for him to continue.
"Three years ago, Lin Yuefeng, the leader of the martial arts alliance, was ambushed by his enemy and fell off a cliff, becoming a cripple who had difficulty even walking or sitting."
"It was this masked doctor who volunteered to come to the manor and spent three months curing Alliance Leader Lin, thus becoming famous."
"He got this title because he always wore a hideous ghost mask."
Song Ting put Chu Huaixu's hand back under the covers, carefully tucked the blanket in, and lingered her gaze on his face.
"So you also think Tao has some ability?"
Qi Zhou: "I dare not speak presumptuously, but these things are probably true."
Song Ting's eyes were dark and brooding.
"Investigate immediately. Bring them back at all costs."
"Your subordinate obeys."
red.
Everywhere you look, it's red.
Chu Huaixu stood blankly before the execution platform, surrounded by layers upon layers of people. Some were mournfully begging for the lives of those on the platform, while others were gloating.
The burly executioner gripped his broadsword, and after a flash of cold light, heads rolled to the ground.
Blood soaked through the execution platform.
The surrounding people had disappeared without anyone noticing, leaving only Chu Huaixu standing in the same spot.
Bright red blood kept gushing out from the ground in front of the execution platform, making soft, hissing sounds.
Chu Huaixu stiffened and took his first step. Then he took a second step, a third step... Each step left a bloody footprint.
He continued walking, his eyes vacant, like a soulless puppet.
A head suddenly rolled down to his feet.
It was a woman's head. A gold hairpin inlaid with rubies was inserted in her hair bun.
Chu Huaixu recognized the woman and the gold hairpin in her hair.
That was a birthday gift from Chu Huaixu, and it was also put on her head by Chu Huaixu himself.
That was his mother.
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