After a fierce battle, Li Xi was knocked away by her opponent and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Upon seeing this, Qin Xiaolin's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he instantly became violent. He kicked his foot and flew towards his opponent, and the two immediately engaged in fierce combat.
The remaining men in black attacked Li Xi and Old Man Sun. Fearing that the men's swords would harm Old Man Sun, Li Xi forced herself to stand up and shield him.
"Xiaoxi, hurry up and run! This time the enemy is well prepared. Run!" Old Sun tried his best to persuade her.
"Impossible, I won't let you die, I definitely won't. As long as we find Lan'er, we can definitely save her." Li Xi firmly believed.
There were many men in black, and they all took advantage of her injury to keep attacking her wounds.
Seeing that the opponent's sword was about to pierce Old Master Sun's chest, Li Xi turned around in a few steps and used his back to block the blade.
In an instant, a knife wound appeared on her back, running from her shoulder blade to her tailbone, leaving a bloody mess with her spine faintly visible.
The intense pain stimulated her brain, leaving her mind blank and unable to think for a moment.
In an instant, pain ravaged her entire body; she had never experienced such pain before, neither in her past life nor in this one.
Bright red blood soaked her back; her torn clothes no longer provided warmth, and the cold wind blew in through the rips.
A faint red glow flickered across his back amidst the blood.
Li Xi channeled her energy and used her sword to knock the opponent's knife away. The sword pierced the black-clad man's chest, blood gushing from the wound, and in an instant, the man collapsed on the snow.
Seeing this, the other men in black rushed forward. Stimulated by the blood, Li Xi seemed to have fallen in love with the thrill of white knives going in and red knives coming out.
More and more men in black, seeing their companions killed by Li Xi, couldn't resist wanting to take her life as well.
Li Xi, blinded by rage, killed anyone she saw, and she loved the sound of swords piercing flesh.
With a single thrust of his sword into the enemy's chest, the black-clad enemy retreated and disappeared into the vast expanse of white snow.
Qin Xiaolin also repelled the expert among the men in black and breathed a sigh of relief.
He was looking for Li Xi when he saw her walking towards him with a sword in her hand. Her eyes were bloodshot and there was a lot of blood on her body.
"Brother Li, those people have all left. Let's take Old Master Sun down the mountain."
But the other person seemed not to hear him and kept walking in his direction.
Li Xi, who had walked up to Qin Xiaolin, did not respond to his calls. She had only one thought in her mind—to kill the person standing there.
Qin Xiaolin was so frightened when she saw Li Xi actually swing his sword at her that she retreated repeatedly.
"Li Xi, I am Qin Xiaolin." Hearing someone call her name, Li Xi paused for a moment, then continued her attack on Qin Xiaolin.
The powerful sword energy forced him to defend with his own sword. Unexpectedly, Li Xi's powerful internal energy overwhelmed Qin Xiaolin, and he was nearly stabbed.
Left with no other choice, he took out a sleeping potion and, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, sprinkled it on Li Xi.
The effect was remarkable. Li Xi was able to endure it at first after inhaling the sleeping powder, but the effect of the sleeping powder was unusually strong.
Not long after, Li Xi collapsed onto the snow.
Qin Xiaolin caught her before she landed.
The woman's vibrant blood could not mask the sweet fragrance emanating from her body.
After wrapping Li Xi in his cloak, he fired a signal flare into the air—a flare just for him.
"Xiao Xi has probably gone mad from practicing qi cultivation." After taking the pills given to him by Li Xi, Old Sun's breathing stabilized, but he soon fell into a coma.
He thought he was going to die, but unexpectedly there was still a glimmer of hope.
Looking at the two patients lying in the snow, Qin Xiaolin knew he couldn't possibly carry them both down the mountain.
There was no other way but to call in his men.
The two were unconscious, so they didn't know who had taken them away.
Meng Zhelan was still in the palace, and Qin Xiaolin couldn't keep them waiting, so he took them to his private residence.
"Young master, what about these two?" "They are my friends. Have Tian Jian come over and make sure they are saved."
He carried Li Xi to the bed himself; it was still his bed, and he would sometimes rest there.
Tianjian was not from Jingyuan. By chance, he followed Qin Xiaolin to Kyoto and has been devoted to medicine ever since.
"Young master, the old man's name is temporarily safe. He must have taken a pill earlier, which saved his life."
"Someone, find someone to take good care of this old man and take him to a guest room."
"The situation with this young man is a bit complicated. He seems to be possessed. According to your description, his eyes were bloodshot and he was killing people indiscriminately. It seems he has gone mad."
Tian Jian frowned; things were getting complicated.
"Take care of the wound on her back first..." Qin Xiaolin suddenly remembered that she was a woman.
"Go find a female doctor." Tian Jian didn't ask why, and ordered his subordinate Qingyao to treat her wounds.
Qingyao helped Li Xi, who was lying face down on the bed, remove her top. It turned out she was a woman, but everyone here had to keep their mouths shut. The knife wound on her back was a bloody mess, the skin torn and bleeding, a horrifying sight.
After cleaning the wound, apply a special wound medicine made in the fields, bandage it with clean gauze, and then dress her in clean clothes.
“Young Master, the true energy in her body is running rampant, and her meridians are throbbing like drums. If her internal strength cannot be restored to normal, I'm afraid her meridians will be completely severed in a few days, turning her into a cripple,” Tian Jian truthfully told Qin Xiaolin.
He knew that Li Xi had always admired martial arts, and that turning her into a cripple would be too much of a blow to her.
"How can I treat him?" the man asked coldly.
“There is a way, but it’s not easy. We need to use the Thirteen Deceptive Needles to clear his blocked meridians, and then have someone channel their own internal energy into his dantian to help him distribute his internal energy throughout his body.”
Tian Jian was a little embarrassed. "Young master, I've heard that only one person has mastered all thirteen needle techniques and used them exceptionally well."
"Where is this person now?" "I don't know..."
Qin Xiaolin then thought of someone who might have a solution.
"Is there any way to temporarily control her?"
"Yes, give her some sleeping pills and make her sleep for two days."
Before dinner, Emperor Wenyuan heard that the Empress had woken up, so he put down the memorial he was holding and went to Kunning Palace.
Being an emperor is tough; even on the first day of the Lunar New Year, you have to read memorials.
"Empress, how are you feeling now?" Emperor Wenyuan asked with concern.
"Thanks to Your Majesty, I am much better." The Empress, who was weak and leaning against the bedside, was always touched by the words of concern.
"Very well, Doctor Meng will be rewarded. Someone, summon Doctor Meng."
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empress!" Meng Zhelan knelt and bowed with utmost sincerity.
"Rise. I wonder what reward Doctor Meng desires?"
"It is my honor to relieve the Emperor's worries and troubles. I have no other request."
"Very well, Doctor Meng is very righteous, but he should still be rewarded." The emperor then ordered someone to prepare a reward.
"I wonder if Doctor Meng has ever considered becoming an imperial physician?" Emperor Wenyuan did indeed want to keep her.
"Your Majesty, I am just an ordinary doctor. It is my duty to heal the sick and save lives." Meng Zhelan thought that her hints should be clear enough, right?
"If that's the case, then so be it. Once the Empress has recovered, you can go back. The reward will be given to you when you return."
The Emperor was in a hurry to have his meal and didn't pay any attention to the people's greetings.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the Empress was already able to walk, so she was allowed to go home, knowing that her parents would be worried during the holiday.
The Empress sent a carriage to take Meng Zhelan and her father home, and the carriage was filled with gold and silver jewels bestowed by the Emperor.
"Lan'er, you're about to soar to great heights." Meng Zhong was both pleased and conflicted.
Zhao Zhan, one of Qin Xiaolin's subordinates, arrived early to wait. After speaking with Meng Zhelan, he noticed her face turn deathly pale...
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