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"Not fog, not fog?" It didn't sound like Ruoyao's voice. I opened my sleepy eyes and saw a man in white clothes.
"Who are you?" she asked him, her tone anything but friendly.
"Your doctor, my name is Duan Diyang."
Looking at the smiling doctor, I felt a surge of anger. I'm a doctor too, probably far more capable than you. I can't blame myself for how I've ended up like this, because I willingly took that knife, though it went really deep; my shoulder is almost ruined.
"Hmm." I gave a cold reply, not wanting to pay him any more attention.
"The Lord of the Underworld Palace has been waiting outside. Do you want to see him?"
"No." Without thinking, he blurted out, "I want to see Ruoyao. Where is she?"
"I'm going to make you some soup."
"Hmm." I looked at him coldly. He must have seen how disheveled I was. How did he feel seeing my fair and translucent skin? Besides, he must have a method to touch my skin for so long without getting poisoned.
“I didn’t touch you.” He saw my serious suspicion. “I wore gloves. I even wiped away the blood very carefully when I donated it. I wouldn’t dare touch the Palace Master’s people. The Palace Master of the Underworld has been watching me from behind this curtain the whole time. How could I dare to have any improper thoughts?”
"Hmm." Then he hummed.
"The Palace Master is truly worried about you. Are you really sure you don't want to see him?" She looked at me with unwavering hope, her eyes flickering.
"How can I see him like this? Do you expect me to crawl on my stomach or be naked?" Doesn't he see my embarrassing situation?
"Actually, Bei Ming just wanted to talk to you, even though he's a man of few words. It's been a long time since I've seen him worry about anyone like this. In the few days since you arrived, the entire Underworld Palace has been trembling."
"Let him in." My heart softened. After all, he was a childhood friend, and I needed his help; I couldn't be so heartless.
"Fei'er." Behind the white curtain was a hazy black figure, still so fond of black clothes, already old-fashioned enough, now even more boring. The once arrogant person was now nothing but helplessness.
"Um."
Are you feeling better?
"Much better."
"I will avenge you." The cold-blooded ruthlessness and resolute determination in his words sent a shiver down my spine.
"You want to fight against the Khitan?" I looked at him incredulously, rolled over, and tried to see his shadow. The result was a painful grimac.
"Fei'er?" He heard my cry of pain and suddenly pulled back the curtain. I looked at him in surprise, and he looked at me with some surprise.
"I'm sorry. I..." He hesitated, looking at my snow-white skin—only my upper body, of course. Because of the bandages on my wound, applied ointment, and the summer heat, it was exposed to the air. Though his tone was hesitant, his eyes showed no hesitation, greedily taking in my body. I was instantly filled with embarrassment and anger. I clenched my teeth. Perhaps my pitiful appearance startled him, for he sighed deeply and lowered the half-open curtain.
"Even if it means going against the world, for you..." As I lay on my pillow, I heard his last words, which were full of hidden meaning.
"Brother?" Sure enough, Ruoyao brought my eldest brother over, because he was the closest to me.
"What's wrong with you? You've only been gone a short time, and you've already caused so many deaths?" My older brother sat down casually on the edge of my bed, then boldly examined my wounds. "Who could be so cruel? Even if they don't care about women, just looking at this absolutely exquisite skin, they couldn't possibly..." As he spoke, drooling, his large hand was already roaming over my back.
"Brother! My wound is going to open again!" I shouted angrily, thinking, "Are you trying to bully me because I can't move?"
"Get out!" With that command, Han Beiming grabbed his elder brother and threw him out. Then, the man wearing the ghost mask smoothly intercepted his brother; the movement was so perfect, so fast, so fluid, it reminded me of tossing a bridal bouquet. Unfortunately, my elder brother was that unlucky bouquet.
"Fei'er, are you alright?" Then Han Beiming found another excuse and casually began to check my wounds. I endured it. I have enough patience, I have enough endurance, I have enough patience. Namo Amitabha Buddha, I chanted the Diamond Sutra, and Han Beiming's hand actually gently wandered on my shoulder. Bodh Gaya Bodh Gaya, I chanted the Great Compassion Mantra again, his fiery gaze was on my back, and his hand also gently slid down, from the wing bone to the spine, and finally almost to the tailbone.
"Let go." I coldly interrupted his ill intentions.
"Ahem, ahem. I'm sorry." Han Beiming looked at me awkwardly, and surprisingly didn't make a move.
"Fei'er, who is he?" the older brother asked with a hint of sourness.
"You don't know him." Simple, concise, and to the point.
"And who are you?" Han Beiming looked at his elder brother defiantly.
"I am his older brother." He was arrogant, conceited, and proud.
"The one who ran away from home for a man?" Han Beiming sneered contemptuously.
"Stop talking. Brother, you must avenge me." He seized the opportunity to quickly build a relationship with his brother.
"What are you thinking about now? Focus on recovering first," the older brother said with dissatisfaction.
"Brother, you must help me, or I won't die in peace," I pleaded. Han Beiming frowned.
"Alright, alright. I'll help you, you're all better now. Focus on healing your wounds. You don't care how much those people want to tear you apart, the most important thing is that you get better."
"Okay, brother. I won't keep you company anymore. Have fun."
Late at night, Ruoyao, who hadn't been particularly busy lately, how could such a shrewd person like Ruoyao not see that I had deliberately injured myself? Since she could see it, she understood that everything was under my control.
"You want this? You really want to try it?"
"It's good stuff anyway, do you want it?"
"..." distrust.
I took out a sprig of orchid and played with it. Then I burned it over a fire for a while, and then held it in my mouth for a while. Nothing unusual happened, so I finally chewed the slightly cold root. Instantly, a surge of true energy flowed through my body, causing a sensation of spasms throughout my body, yet feeling incredibly smooth. "Fei Wu?" Ruo Yao looked at me with some concern.
"It's alright, it's alright. I'll be able to assimilate it soon." As he spoke, he could no longer open his eyes.
"Fei'er, Fei'er." It seemed to be Han Beiming's voice.
"Why did you sleep for so long? You quack doctor?" It seemed to be the elder brother's voice.
“…”
I opened my eyes and felt incredibly refreshed. I shook my shoulders and felt incredibly comfortable. Then I twisted my neck and realized I had overslept and had a stiff neck.
"It's alright. Don't try anything reckless." A chilling voice sent shivers down my spine.
"It's alright, I'm leaving now. My master is waiting for me to report back."
"Binghong?" Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he smelled that strange fragrance, a very familiar scent.
"He's my master? My master ordered me to heal you." The tone remained equally cold.
"Thank you." I didn't know what else to say.
“Your master will come to see you. After he settles down. He also said that no matter what, you shouldn’t have let yourself get so badly injured.”
“…”
"Fei'er, are you finding it easier to write now?" Han Beiming hugged me, asking earnestly, "You were unconscious for a month. If it weren't for finding him..."
“Him?” I looked into Han Beiming’s eyes.
"Ice Purple".
"What an interesting person..." I muttered to myself.
"Please don't scare me anymore, okay?" he said gently.
"I just want my wounds to heal faster and to avoid being bullied by you."
"It's alright, your wound has healed long ago."
I channeled my vital energy into my acupoints, and it truly was a miraculous medicine. My internal energy suddenly deepened, equivalent to what I had cultivated for over a decade, although I still couldn't fully control some of it. However, this kind of internal energy would likely be very useful. The orchid was indeed a valuable item; it wasn't a waste of money.
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