Chapter 568 He...he woke up!
Lan Xiyue's mind moved slightly, and several exquisite porcelain bottles and jade jars were silently arranged on the table in an instant.
She tapped her fingers lightly, explaining each one: "This jade bottle contains the Heart Purification Pill, which can dispel the miasma and confusion of the mind; and this..."
Mo Liyuan smiled helplessly and dotingly, shaking his head gently. "Yuer, I don't have a magical portable space like yours. Carrying these bottles and jars with me would be a burden and inconvenience."
He glanced across the table and casually picked up a small celadon bottle filled with clear spiritual spring water, stroking the warm porcelain wall with his fingertips. "I'll take this." As soon as he finished speaking, he held it close to his body with great care.
Seeing his determined expression, Lan Xiyue knew that what he said was true. As her mind turned, the dazzling array of medicine bottles on the table disappeared as silently as they had appeared.
Mo Liyuan stretched out his long arms, gathered her lithe body into his arms, and let her sit on his lap.
He gently rested his chin on the crook of her slender neck, his warm breath caressing her sensitive skin.
Lan Xiyue only felt a tingling sensation on her neck and twisted her body slightly uncomfortably.
The arms around her tightened instantly, and Mo Liyuan's body stiffened noticeably. A low, hoarse cry escaped from his throat: "Yu'er...don't move."
There was a suppressed undercurrent in that voice, "Just let me hold you like this for a while."
Lan Xiyue was stunned at first, then she clearly felt a burning change somewhere in his body. She immediately froze in his arms as if under a spell, not daring to move.
The two of them snuggled together in the quiet room, letting time flow in silent warmth.
It was not until dusk that they went out for dinner.
After dinner, Mo Liyuan held her hand and strolled in the courtyard until Lan Xiyue looked tired. Then he sent her back to her room to rest.
The night was as thick as ink. Mo Liyuan stared at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms. After confirming that she had fallen asleep, he carefully pulled himself away.
He dressed swiftly and silently, pushed the door open and walked out. His figure was like a wisp of smoke blending into the night, disappearing into the depths of darkness in an instant.
Outside the window, on the corridor, Dongfang Ming was leaning against the pillar with his arms folded, taking in the entire scene. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What's going on in the middle of the night?" Curious, he tiptoed and followed silently like a ghost.
The next morning, the sky began to light up.
Mo Liyuan tiptoed back to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay back down beside Lan Xiyue, trying to hold her in his arms again.
Almost at the same time, Lan Xiyue's nostrils moved slightly in her sleep, and a very faint but hard to ignore rust-like smell entered her nostrils.
She suddenly opened her eyes, all the sleepiness in them gone, and instantly turned into sharp alertness. She turned sideways and stared at the man beside her: "Are you hurt?!"
"No." Mo Liyuan held her slightly cold hand soothingly, his voice lazily filled with the feeling of having just lain down, "Did I wake you up?"
Lan Xiyue frowned, sat up, and looked him over: "You smell of blood..."
Mo Liyuan laughed and reached out to gently scratch the tip of her upturned nose: "Your little nose is really sharp. I clearly bathed thoroughly and changed into clean clothes when I came back."
He looked at her and said in a softer tone, "Don't worry, she's not hurt at all. She's been saved."
"Oh?" Lan Xiyue's heart tightened, and she threw back the quilt and was about to get out of bed, "Then I'll go take a look!"
Mo Liyuan quickly grabbed her slender wrist and said, "Yuer, have breakfast first. There's no need to rush."
Lan Xiyue paused, met his steady gaze, took a deep breath, and nodded.
After getting up, washing up, and having a quick breakfast, Lan Xiyue urged Mo Liyuan to lead the way.
The two came to a secluded courtyard, pushed the door open, and were greeted by the smell of herbs mixed with a faint scent of blood and corruption.
Mo Liyuan whispered, "When we found him last night, he was already in a deep coma. His body... was covered in wounds from years of accumulating wounds, old and new intertwined. There was hardly an inch of healthy flesh left. Furthermore... his physical foundation had been ravaged to the point of being extremely weak."
Dongfang Ming turned around, his face etched with the fatigue of a sleepless night, but he forced himself to speak in a reassuring voice, "Sister Yue'er is here. Don't worry, your life is safe for now. These injuries... alas, they are all caused by years of whipping and beating, coupled with severe starvation and weakness. The most troublesome thing is that there are several chronic poisons mixed in your body. Although they are not fatal immediately, they have accumulated over time and have already corroded your bones and marrow."
Lan Xiyue's gaze fell on the face of the person on the bed. It was a pale face without any blood, with sunken cheeks, high cheekbones, and it was so thin that it was almost shapeless.
Even so, the remaining, distorted outlines vaguely revealed a once handsome figure. Was this... the biological father of this body? Lan Xiyue felt a mixture of emotions.
What had happened between him and his mother? Why had he ended up like this? A thousand questions flooded her mind, but the person before her had his eyes tightly closed, his breath weak, unable to give her any answers.
Mo Liyuan felt the slight coolness of her fingertips and the tenseness of her body. He gently held her hand and led her to sit at the table.
Dongfang Ming concentrated again, took out a silver needle as thin as an ox hair, and inserted it into the vital points of the man on the bed with skillful and steady movements.
He followed Mo Liyuan into the devil's cave last night. When he learned that the dying man was Lan Xiyue's biological father, he tried his best.
At this moment, his fingertips were flying, with dots of silver light, concentrating on guiding the almost exhausted vitality in the other person's body.
Time passed in oppressive silence.
Fine beads of sweat oozed from Dongfang Ming's forehead. He concentrated all his attention and finally twisted the last needle and slowly pulled it out.
At the moment the silver needle left the body, the thick but dull eyelashes of the man on the bed, who looked as lifeless as a withered man, trembled very weakly.
Then, the deep-set eye sockets slowly opened a crack, revealing the turbid eyeballs underneath, which seemed to be covered with thick shadows.
His eyes were empty and confused, struggling to focus. "Where is this? Are you..."
"Sister Yue'er!" Dongfang Ming had been staring at him closely. Unable to conceal his surprise, he suddenly turned his head and said in a voice with a hint of barely perceptible excitement, "He...he's awake!"
Lan Xiyue's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she subconsciously stood up from the stool, digging her fingertips deeply into her palms.
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