Chapter 15: Ling Yun's Tragic Life

The carriage drove for a long time and finally stopped outside a courtyard. There was no plaque on the courtyard, only two lanterns on the left and right. There were flowers and birds painted on the lanterns, but no surname of the owner. As he passed by, the servants lowered their heads and dared not look at him. Only a few who seemed to have higher status would call him "Second Young Master".

Wen Ling took Shen Yingxue to the tea room in the front yard and immediately sent someone to call a doctor.

"Are you ranked second?" Shen Yingxue asked.

"Yes, I heard from them that I had an older brother who died when he was less than two years old. I never met him. My father loved him very much and even included him in the family tree, so they called me the Second Young Master." Wen Ling asked the maid to serve tea, and then brought some fruit and peeled an orange for Shen Yingxue.

Shen Yingxue leaned on the table, stroking her mask with her fingers.

I'll go out and ask around later to see if there's any royal noble family whose eldest son died young. This should be someone who can match his identity. I'm just afraid that they came here secretly from their fiefdom.

"Are you sleepy?" Wen Ling asked him.

Wen Ling is a naive person, but he is very tight-lipped. It would be better to ask his servants.

"Some." Shen Yingxue lowered her head, her hair sliding down her cheeks, making her look even more vulnerable. "I have been weak since childhood and cannot stand fatigue. I have also encountered a great change and am exhausted. I would like to take a rest at your house."

"Don't sleep, the doctor will be here soon." Wen Ling said.

Shen Yingxue said nothing more and closed her eyes to pretend to sleep. Wen Ling didn't care about his rudeness and ate happily.

Although she was unable to come into contact with other people, Shen Yingxue could also hear that Wen Ling was about to say "imperial physician". His identity was indeed not simple, but she didn't know whether he had colluded with and bribed the imperial physician in the palace, or whether he could openly receive the imperial physician's diagnosis and treatment.

The doctor came quickly.

He was a man who looked to be in his early thirties. Chinese medicine practitioners speak based on their qualifications, but this man was very young. He had a beard and dressed in a mature manner.

"Second Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's not me, it's him." Wen Ling pointed at Shen Yingxue, and seeing that he was not awake, he stretched out his hand and pushed him, "The doctor is here, don't sleep anymore."

Shen Yingxue had been paying attention to the movements here and opened her eyes accordingly.

Wen Ling said, "Go take a look at him. He's sick. He vomited a lot of blood today. His clothes are all wet."

Shen Yingxue didn't know what the imperial physician would diagnose, but he was not afraid. His health was really not good, and the previous doctors hadn't noticed anything wrong. There was no reason for this imperial physician to say that he was pretending.

"Please take off your mask and let me see your complexion," said the doctor.

"No." Shen Yingxue looked back coldly.

Wen Ling was originally sitting upright, but when he heard Shen Yingxue's refusal, he bent down in disappointment.

The doctor advised him a few more times, but Shen Yingxue was determined not to take off the mask, so he had no choice but to skip this step and look at his face and lips, check Shen Yingxue's tongue coating, ask about his symptoms, and finally take his pulse.

Shen Yingxue felt that this person was much more detailed than Jiang Hanfeng.

But he was a lunatic in front of Jiang Hanfeng, and his words were not credible. Now the situation is different.

The doctor took the patient's pulse for a while, and his brows became increasingly tense.

Wen Ling asked, "What's going on? I heard that the young man was vomiting blood and will not live long. Is he going to die soon?"

The doctor choked for a moment, glanced at Wen Ling, and didn't dare to say anything. He turned to look at Shen Yingxue and found that he was calm and composed, as if he didn't take his words to heart at all.

This person seemed to be very open-minded, as if he really didn't care about life and death. "This... is true. If this continues, this young master may not be able to survive. Even if he rests well, his life span is limited."

Shen Yingxue was shocked!

When he saw the doctor before, no one gave a conclusion in front of him, and the system assigned him a long-term task. He still thought he was normal. His poor health was due to the serious injuries he had suffered before. He never thought it would come to this point!

Shen Yingxue tried hard to keep her composure, and in her heart she was madly poking at the system: [What is going on? He said I was going to die!]

The system said: [Don't worry, you won't die so easily. Although the medical level in this world is limited, the martial arts skills are unlimited. As long as you complete the task and find the right martial arts to contain the internal force in your body and repair your tendons and dantian, you may still be able to recover.]

Life is at stake, Shen Yingxue is very anxious: [What kind of martial arts is required? Is it easy to find?]

The system says: [I don’t know.]

Shen Yingxue: [……]

Good guy, the system doesn't care about him!

Shen Yingxue is not someone who would pin his hopes on others. If the system doesn't help, it won't be a big blow to him. At most, he will just have to put more effort in the future. There will always be a way.

Shen Yingxue thought about the people who had caused the original owner to be injured during the encirclement and suppression of the Demon Cult, and she made a note of them in her heart.

"Lingyun, are you okay?" Wen Ling didn't push him this time, but gently poked his shoulder with his finger. Shen Yingxue came back to his senses and met a pair of cautious puppy eyes. He pursed his lips and suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, "It's okay."

"I have already written the prescription. Young man, you still have to take the medicine on time, which will reduce the pain." The doctor looked at Shen Yingxue with pity. He already knew from his words that Shen Yingxue had suffered a major change not long ago, and the disordered pulse should be related to his mood.

He was devastated by the sudden loss of his loved ones. He must be still thinking about his deceased family members and has no desire to live, so he doesn't care about his own life or death.

Just now, this young man was distracted for a moment, and I don't know what he was thinking about.

The doctor comforted Shen Yingxue and said to Wen Ling, "If the Second Young Master wants to help him, he should treat him better and get closer to him to relieve the depression in his heart."

"I will." Wen Ling called the servants, sent the doctor away, and handed the orange to Shen Yingxue, "This was peeled by me personally, don't be ignorant and eat it!"

Shen Yingxue glanced at him with disdain, turned her head away and ignored him.

Wen Ling was annoyed: "Why do you have the same temper as my father?"

Shen Yingxue said coldly: "Thank you for your kindness. I have disturbed you for a long time today. I can't stay any longer. I should go back now. I can't change my clothes for the time being. I will wash them and send them here later."

"It's just a piece of clothing. I gave it to you as a reward." Wen Ling said, then immediately changed his tone, "No, you should give it back to me."

If Ling Yun's personality is really the same as his father's, then it would be too unlucky for him. Wen Ling's father is like that. He will do what he has decided and will never change his mind. Ling Yun has such a cold personality and doesn't seem to want to have a close relationship with him. He will definitely not reveal his address. After parting today, there will be no chance for them to meet again in the future.

With the clothes as an excuse, we can see each other again in the future.

Wen Ling felt that he was extremely smart. After realizing this, when Shen Yingxue wanted to leave, he did not stop her. He politely saw Shen Yingxue out the door and watched her leave.

Shen Yingxue only had one day without mosaics, and he didn't want to go back for the time being. When he came out, the waiter saw him, and Jiang Hanfeng knew it with just one question. There was no need to rush back and cover up his whereabouts.

He asked the people nearby, but found out that no one knew Wen Ling's true identity. The most they knew was that his last name was Wen and that he was of extremely noble status, but nothing else was known. No one knew as much as Shen Yingxue herself.

It's hidden very carefully.

Shen Yingxue didn't know the way, so he walked around. He had been traveling through time for three years, and had been living under the code of the mosaic system, and had never seen what this world was like.

The sky was blue, there was a lot of grass and soil. The road was covered with soil, and when the wind blew, the dust flew everywhere. The air was not very fresh.

As Shen Yingxue walked along the road, she could see ants on the ground and small insects crawling through the grass. The tension and fear she felt when she learned that she didn't have much time left gradually faded away.

He walked for a while and suddenly saw a man in white clothes running towards him at a very fast speed. Each step was a very long distance, just like someone hanging on a wire in a TV drama.

This should be the legendary Qinggong.

Shen Yingxue stepped aside to make way for him, and then she saw the man suddenly stop, looking anxious and worried, "Are you okay?"

Shen Yingxue tilted her head subconsciously, "Who are you?"

The man in white took a deep breath, no longer as anxious as before. His voice was cold, and after deliberately slowing down his voice, it seemed to carry a hint of doting, making people feel doted on. "I am Jiang Hanfeng."

Shen Yingxue blinked, "Why do you... look so much like that person?"

Although some of his memories were erased by mosaics, he knew that the person who took him back to Yuding Villa and the person who later taught him acupuncture points were not the same person. Shen Yingxue had always thought that the former was the one in his memory, but he didn't expect that this person's face was exactly the same as the boy in the memory that suddenly appeared.

Jiang Hanfeng misunderstood what he meant, stepped forward and grabbed Shen Yingxue's hand, examining his body, "I've been with you these past few days, so it's only natural that you feel familiar with me."

Shen Yingxue habitually did not pursue the matter to the bottom of the matter. After thinking about her current situation, she chose to pretend to be unconscious to avoid more trouble.

After completing the mission, his body needed to be recuperated, and he didn't know what kind of skills could cure it. It would be difficult for him to find that thing alone. Moreover, the original owner had so many enemies, and Shen Yingxue remembered several of them. Fighting alone was very inefficient, so he should recruit a few more people to join him.

Shen Yingxue thinks Jiang Hanfeng is very good.

Jiang Hanfeng knew that he was a lunatic, but he still insisted on teaching him every day, which showed that he really hoped that he would recover.

"Where is the person who brought you here?" Jiang Hanfeng asked coldly.

"I don't know." Shen Yingxue answered fluently, "He left. That man seemed to be very rich. The clothes belonged to him. He was friends with the man who was drinking in the restaurant."

Jiang Hanfeng's expression became even colder: "Why are you wearing his clothes?"

Shen Yingxue said: "I vomited a lot of blood and my clothes were dirty."

"Vomiting blood?" Jiang Hanfeng was already very angry, but he didn't want to show it to Shen Yingxue. He suppressed his emotions and said in a coaxing tone, "Why are you vomiting blood? Does it hurt? Was it Han Jing who did it?"

The mask covered Shen Yingxue's face, and also blocked his complexion. Shen Yingxue was surprised. Wasn't Han Jing the man who had dinner with his enemy and looked very similar to his godson? Did Jiang Hanfeng know him too?

"It doesn't hurt." Shen Yingxue asked in a light tone, "Who is Han Jing?"

"He has a grudge against you, so stay away from him from now on."