Chapter 18 Cold Poison

In the hall, Ye Yunhao saw that the young man in white was staring at Shuang Bei beside him. He couldn't help but turn slightly to block the other person's sight as much as possible.

Li Nianran, the son of Sword Immortal Li Tingchuan, loves swords like crazy. His greatest hobby in life is to practice swordsmanship with others. Ye Yunhao naturally knows something about this news, but now he is worried about Shuangbei's health and does not want Shuangbei to fight.

Ye Yunhao did not conceal his actions, and several people present noticed his actions like a hen protecting her chicks.

Li Tingchuan couldn't help but cough lightly to let his son look away.

Li Nianran glanced at Ye Yunhao calmly, then retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes to look at the sword in his hand.

Although Li Nianran's expression did not change, Ye Yunhao inexplicably felt as if he was being glared at.

Seeing this, Li Tingchuan felt helpless for a moment. He knew very well what his son, who was crazy about swords, was thinking. The thing that could attract Li Nianran must be the sword in the hands of the little brother named Shuangbei.

Li Tingchuan is also a sword lover. He can see that the other person's sword must be a famous product. Although Li Nianran has no ill intentions, it is not good to stare at someone all the time. He just hopes that Shuang Bei does not feel offended.

Shuangbei did not feel uncomfortable. Li Nianran's gaze was mostly on Hanshuang. As for himself, he just glanced at her in passing. He was just thinking that if Shen Yuqing was also present, he would definitely sigh and say that this young man in white was the image of a cold and brutal swordsman in his mind. Although the stereotype is not good, the combination of the three words white, cold, and swordsman does evoke all kinds of associations in people.

Qin Hanmeng walked from the inner room to the hall. She ignored the strange atmosphere and said directly: "The wound of the disciple from the Seven Star Island was treated very well. I applied medicine to him again. With more care in the next few days, he should be able to wake up in less than half a month."

Ye Yunhao breathed a sigh of relief. It was not that he did not trust Shuang Bei, but there were too few usable medicines on the carriage. Now that they had arrived at the Wanjian Sect, they were truly safe.

Thinking of this, Ye Yunhao's mind flashed back to Shuang Bei's coma that day. His breathing stagnated for a moment, and then he said, "Aunt Qin, Shuang Bei is feeling unwell. Can you help take a look at him?"

As soon as Ye Yunhao finished speaking, everyone's eyes shifted to Shuang Bei. After looking at that slightly pale face, they quickly understood Ye Yunhao's intention.

Shuang Bei knew that Ye Yunhao meant well, so he did not refuse and said softly, "Excuse me, Madam Qin."

Ye Yunhao was delighted when he heard this. He was originally worried that his presumptuous decision would make Shuangbei unhappy. Now that he saw that Shuangbei did not resist, he quickly said, "Don't worry, Aunt Qin is from Medicine King Valley, she will definitely cure you."

There are many martial arts sects, among which two valleys are well-known. Fenxiang Valley is good at making incense, and one incense is worth a fortune, which attracts countless princes and nobles. Yaowang Valley is good at medical skills, and almost all the famous doctors in the world come from Yaowang Valley.

Just as swordsmen are attracted to famous swords, and famous doctors are interested in difficult and complicated diseases, Qin Hanmeng, who has a bit of occupational disease, had been itching for a long time after seeing the other person's slightly sick face.

"You are welcome, Mr. Shuang. I need to diagnose your physical condition first."

Shuangbei stretched out his right hand. His wrist was extremely white, as if it had not seen the sun for a long time.

Qin Hanmeng placed her fingers on the other person's wrist. After a moment, she frowned slightly and her expression gradually became solemn.

"Aunt Qin..." After Ye Yunhao noticed Qin Hanmeng's expression, he was confused for a moment, but he was also worried that he would disrupt her thoughts.

Qin Hanmeng withdrew her hand. She ignored the others and just looked at Shuang Bei and said, "Come with me."

Shuang Bei stood up and followed Qin Hanmeng obediently. The rest of the people looked at each other in the hall.

“Cough cough cough…”

As Qin Hanmeng took back the silver needle, Shuang Bei began to cough violently and then spat out a mouthful of black blood. He just raised his head when a clean handkerchief was handed to him.

"Thank you." Shuangbei took the handkerchief and thanked softly.

As expected of someone who came from Yaowang Valley, he actually managed to force out some of his cold poison.

Qin Hanmeng frowned, she realized that she could only suppress the cold poison in the opponent's body. According to the current situation, the cold poison would probably spread to the opponent's body within a few years until it completely erupted. By then, even a god would not be able to save the opponent.

Shuang Bei said: "Madam Qin, some things cannot be forced."

As a doctor, Qin Hanmeng has seen many separations and deaths, but she was also young once, and she had traveled all over the country singing and laughing, so no matter how indifferent Shuang Bei acted, she understood that he must be unwilling in his heart.

"If Xiaoye asks, I..."

Shuang Bei smiled calmly: "Madam Qin, you can speak freely. Keeping it secret will only make others more worried."

Qin Hanmeng, who was being comforted by the patient, could no longer bear to say anything else. She just nodded lightly.

The tea was fragrant and delicious, but the first cup of tea Ye Yunhao had drunk was the third cup after Shuang Bei and Qin Hanmeng left. No matter how good the tea was, it would be meaningless if the host had no intention of tasting it.

Just when Ye Yunhao was about to fill the fourth cup of tea, Qin Hanmeng and Shuang Bei finally came out of the guest room.

Seeing the two people coming out, Ye Yunhao immediately stood up and asked in a somewhat hurried tone: "Aunt Qin, how is Shuangbei's health?"

Qin Hanmeng glanced at Shuang Bei, sighed in his heart and said, "Master Shuang has been poisoned by the cold, and his pulse is disordered. I can only suppress it but not cure it. According to the current situation, Master Shuang probably has another five years to live."

After saying this, Qin Hanmeng felt a little reluctant, but just as Shuang Bei said, if she kept it secret, it would probably make things even more difficult.

"What!"

Ye Yunhao thought for a moment that he had heard wrongly. He looked at Qin Hanmeng in disbelief and forced a smile on his face: "How is it possible, Aunt Qin..."

"Brother Ye..."

Shuang Bei called Ye Yunhao softly, he didn't say much, just looked at him quietly.

When his eyes met Shuang Bei's, Ye Yunhao felt as if all his words were blocked in his mouth for a moment. He knew that Aunt Qin would never joke about such a thing. Gradually accepting the fact, Ye Yunhao calmed down. He looked at Shuang Bei with an inexplicable bitterness in his mouth.

Li Tingchuan and his son showed some regret in their eyes. They didn't expect that the other party was poisoned by a cold and only had a few years left to live.

Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat stagnant again, Shuang Bei said, "This is my first time in Tianshui City. Why don't you accompany me for a walk, Brother Ye?"

Shuang Bei's words sounded a bit abrupt, but everyone present couldn't help but slow down their breathing. Ye Yunhao showed a bitter smile on his face. Facing a pair of eyes like that, how could he refuse?

"good."