Ming Luo was filled with grief and anger, and collapsed and shouted: "Where is Ye Zhihan!?"
The little maidservant stood by the bed with a troubled look on her face, feeling aggrieved.
"Don't worry, he's next door to you, but he's badly injured and hasn't woken up yet." A young and energetic voice came from the door.
"I want to go see him." Ming Luo didn't even look at the man's appearance. She just stood up and forced herself to get out of bed. But when she sat on the edge of the bed, she realized that her legs were tightly bandaged and she couldn't walk at all.
"Hey, Miss Mingluo, you can't get out of bed yet." The little maid hurriedly supported Mingluo's weak body to prevent her from falling.
Mingluo tried to circulate the spiritual power in her body. Perhaps because the golden lion began to absorb spiritual power again, a small part of the spiritual power in her body was restored. Then Mingluo used the flying technique and floated directly into the air and flew out the door.
When the boy saw that she could fly, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.
But Mingluo's body was too weak. She had just flown forward two meters when she became exhausted and was about to fall to the ground.
The young man at the door flashed over and rushed to Mingluo, hugged her tightly, and said gently: "Don't worry, I'll take you there right away."
Only then did Mingluo see the boy's appearance clearly. He had a small, oval face, but it didn't look effeminate. His straight nose stood like a hill, with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, red lips, white teeth, and skin as white as jade. What a handsome young man.
But Ming Luo was in no mood to admire the handsome boy at this moment. Her mind was full of Ye Zhihan. She leaned in the boy's strong arms, trying to keep a certain distance from his chest, and kept looking away.
Seeing Mingluo's anxious look, the young man smiled helplessly, and patiently carried Mingluo out the door.
"Young Master, this is not right!" The little maidservant followed the handsome boy and shouted hurriedly.
The handsome young man didn't stop, but took a few quick steps and crossed the corridor, attracting the attention of many servants.
"What are you looking at!" The little maid angrily scolded the servants who were watching the fun.
The door of the next room was pushed open, and the smell of herbs filled the air. There was only one doctor in the whole room, who was carefully wiping the sweat from Ye Zhihan's forehead.
"Ye Zhihan." Mingluo murmured softly as if afraid of disturbing him.
"Thank you. Please just put me next to the bed." Ming Luo said softly to the boy.
"My name is Lingkongjing, you can just call me Ajing, no need to thank me." The young man had bright eyes and a face as red as a peach blossom.
Ming Luo nodded, turned around and touched Ye Zhihan's face with heartache, and asked without raising his head: "Excuse me, how is his health?"
The attending physician took in the young master's expression and, after receiving permission, lowered his head and said, "My physician says this young master is seriously injured and requires meticulous care. He has nine chess piece puncture wounds, countless surface injuries, varying degrees of internal injuries to all of his organs, and a single stab wound. Besides the severity of his injuries, the young master is unconscious because he has exhausted his internal Qi, and combined with the numerous external injuries, he has a persistent fever and is now unconscious."
As the attendant spoke, he replaced Ye Zhihan with an ice towel and shook his head regretfully, saying, "If he hadn't taken the life-extending pill after he was seriously injured, he would have died long ago."
Ming Luo listened carefully to the attendant's description of the illness word for word, and tears couldn't stop flowing out. She bit her lips to prevent herself from making a whimper. If it wasn't for protecting herself, Ye Zhihan wouldn't have been seriously injured. It was all her fault for being so useless!
Ming Luo angrily slapped her thigh, scaring the little maid so much that she quickly came over and grabbed her hand.
"Miss, please don't hurt yourself. You're not well anymore." The little maid said slowly, her tone full of heartache. "Miss, you caught a cold with a high fever, your abdomen was severely injured, a rib was broken, and one of your legs was fractured and the other severely burned. You barely made it back from the brink of death. Don't hurt yourself again."
Mingluo closed his eyes, raised his head and forced back his tears. After controlling his emotions, he asked, "How long will it take for him to get better?"
The attendant answered respectfully and truthfully, "That depends on his luck. With injuries this severe, he could be in a coma for months. Even if he wakes up, he might still suffer from sequelae."
Ming Luo stared at Ye Zhihan's sleeping face in a daze. Although he felt sorry that Ye Zhihan had not yet woken up, fortunately they both survived.
As long as Ye Zhihan is still alive, there is hope.
When Ming Luo thought about the hardships that modern cross-border travelers would encounter, he couldn't help but imagine the tribulations his mother had experienced when she was a cross-border traveler. His mother might have suffered something even more terrible, so she had to flee to the human world in a hurry.
There was no time to think about his mother. Besides Ye Zhihan, Mingluo was also worried about a little cutie.
"Excuse me, have you seen a transparent ball? It looks a bit like a jellyfish." Ming Luo described it in detail.
"You're talking about Fat Peach. It's being nourished in the spring water in the valley. It's not seriously injured, it's just recovering slowly." Lingkongjing replied.
"That's good, that's good..." After confirming that everyone was alive, Ming Luo finally collapsed beside Ye Zhihan due to exhaustion.
In a daze, Mingluo felt herself being picked up by a pair of strong arms again. After shaking for a few steps, she lay on the comfortable bed again. She wanted to open her eyes to say thank you, but her eyelids were too heavy and she lost consciousness again after a while.
In a dream.
Mingluo returned to the grove on the border of the demon tribe.
It was drizzling in the sky and the ground became muddy. Mingluo was alone in the gray world looking for Ye Zhihan's whereabouts.
A trace of blood appeared on the ground. Ming Luo was startled and jogged forward along the bloodstain.
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