When she arrived at Zhaotian Garden, she saw Fu Meng still standing straight under the corridor, seemingly waiting for her.
However, judging from his expression, he didn't seem that tired; he must have rested.
“City Lord.” Fu Meng looked up and saw that Mo Yunzhao’s face was pale and he was thinner than before she left.
Although she was wearing a red dress, it only made her pale face appear even paler.
Her skirt fluttered in the wind, and looking at her slender waist, one could almost feel that the wind could blow her over.
"What happened to you?" Fu Meng rushed forward to help her. She was so energetic before she left, how could she have become so weak in just over a month?
Mo Yunzhao let her support him, his voice hoarse and tired, "I've been tired lately, it's nothing serious."
"You shouldn't be tired like this. Please go inside and rest."
Fu Meng helped her up, feeling that her hand was very hot. "City Lord, do you have a fever?"
Mo Yunzhao didn't try to be brave and gave a soft "hmm".
Fu Meng sighed anxiously and quickly helped her into the house and made her lie down.
After serving her water, they went to fetch a doctor.
Mo Yunzhao: "Tell me what's going on first."
"No, we need to get a doctor first." Fu Meng said, and ran out in a flash.
Mo Yunzhao forced himself to wait a while, but his eyelids grew heavy, and he soon couldn't stay awake any longer and fell into a deep sleep.
Fu Meng invited Doctor Yang, who was terrified when he saw that Mo Yunzhao was asleep and couldn't wake up no matter how much he called. Fu Meng's heart nearly jumped out of her chest.
After examining it, Dr. Yang shook his head.
Mo Yunlan was so frightened that her face turned ashen, and her whole body trembled like a leaf. She opened her mouth to ask a question, but no sound came out.
Fu Meng asked again, "Doctor Yang, what exactly is wrong with the city lord?"
Dr. Yang: "The patient has severe deficiency of vital energy and blood, and has also caught a cold with fever. This cannot be cured by taking medicine alone; proper conditioning is the only solution."
Mo Yunlan's pale face was full of doubt: "Ah Zhao didn't bleed, so how could she have lost her essence and blood?"
When a person depletes their vital energy and blood, it's equivalent to depleting their health. Their health will deteriorate, and they'll become a walking pharmacy.
If it's not good, it will be short-lived.
"You don't know, how would I know?" Doctor Yang couldn't help but roll his eyes. He was just a doctor.
Fu Meng saw Doctor Yang off.
Mo Yunlan sat on the side of the bed and reached out to touch Mo Yunzhao's forehead. It was still burning hot, and his face was flushed red with pale lips.
Seeing Ah Zhao so sickly, her eyes filled with tears.
"You naughty Ah Zhao, if you want your older sister to talk to you, just say so. Why are you sick?"
She took a cold handkerchief and placed it on Mo Yunzhao's forehead. "Don't think I'll talk to you just because you're sick. Wait until you get better, and I'll beat you up."
When Fu Meng returned after seeing Doctor Yang off, she saw Mo Yunlan sitting by the bed, sobbing and talking to herself.
"The city lord is alright, he just needs to recover his energy and vitality," Fu Meng comforted him.
Mo Yunlan held Mo Yunzhao's hand, "After we came back from Xingyang Forest, A-Zhao changed. I think A-Zhao has changed for the better, and I'm happy about that, so I never ask why she changed..."
She buried her head, her voice trembling with tears, "But Ah Zhao has kept many things from me."
“If A-Zhao is to become better, it will consume her vital energy and blood, and shorten her lifespan. Then I will exchange my lifespan for A-Zhao’s goodness.”
Her Ah Zhao should live a peaceful, healthy, and happy life.
Fu Meng was somewhat moved and lowered her eyes, saying, "Miss, the city lord has only fallen ill due to depletion of his vital energy and the fatigue he has been under these days. Please don't think too much about it."
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