Wei Yuzhi felt a dull pain in his chest and nodded to Chu Dingjiang before following Mo Sigui back to the room.
“If you don’t value your own life, even if I were a god and gave you fifty years, you wouldn’t live to see it!” Mo Sigui took out his silver needles, had Wei Yuzhi lie down, removed his clothes, and quickly applied acupuncture.
After finishing, he took out a pill and put it in Wei Yuzhi’s mouth.
“Is he alright?” An Jiu asked.
“You go rest too!” Mo Sigui said irritably. “You think you’re perfectly healthy? You still have the energy to worry about others?”
Seeing Wei Yuzhi fall asleep after taking the medicine, An Jiu said nothing more. She glanced at his scarred body before turning to leave.
Chu Dingjiang accompanied her back to her room.
“You’ve been up for half a day. Rest a bit before lunch,” he said.
An Jiu replied, “I don’t feel tired.”
“Following doctor’s orders isn’t wrong,” Chu Dingjiang said. He could see An Jiu wasn’t fatigued, otherwise he wouldn’t have let her play for so long. But Mo Sigui was right; An Jiu had only woken up a few days ago.
An Jiu removed her cloak and lay down on the bed fully clothed.
“I’ll go help Aunt Mei. You sleep a bit,” Chu Dingjiang said.
An Jiu quickly said, “Don’t beat Mo Sigui again. I promised to avenge him!”
Chu Dingjiang raised an eyebrow. “I’ll let you avenge him when you return, but you’re a patient now. You don’t have much strength and can’t engage in vigorous activity. Mo Sigui knows this.”
An Jiu nodded in agreement.
After Chu Dingjiang left, An Jiu was alone in the room. Despite the four corner braziers, she felt cold. Her chest felt constricted, making it hard to breathe. This feeling intensified until she fell into an exhausted sleep.
Mo Sigui came in with his medicine box and sat on the bed, taking An Jiu’s pulse.
After a long while, he sighed, “The heart blood is truly mysterious.”
Mo Sigui had pondered for a long time and roughly understood the wonder of the heart blood. It used one person’s spiritual power and life force to nourish another. The fresher the blood, the better. If they had given An Jiu all of Gu Jinghou’s blood immediately after taking it, she would have benefited greatly, possibly even inheriting Gu Jinghou’s spiritual abilities.
Unfortunately, they didn’t understand at the time and missed the best opportunity.
But this was also good. Gu Jinghou had been dead for years, and the blood had been refined with medicines. Its effectiveness was no longer what it once was. So even if the Emperor of Liao obtained it, his condition might improve, but he probably couldn’t be fully cured.
This was for the best.
Wei Yuzhi was different from Gu Jinghou. His strong spiritual power nourished An Jiu’s wounds but also merged with her body. If Wei Yuzhi died before An Jiu fully assimilated it, she might suffer another severe injury.
Such strong spiritual power couldn’t be subdued quickly. Without Wei Yuzhi, it became a force without a master or consciousness. Whether it would submit to An Jiu’s spiritual power was no longer related to Wei Yuzhi’s will.
Fortunately, Wei Yuzhi had willingly given his blood, so this force seemed gentle for now. There was no need to worry too much. What concerned Mo Sigui more was that An Jiu now had a connection with Wei Yuzhi. She seemed to share some of his pain.
Would death spread to An Jiu through this connection?
Mo Sigui didn’t know. This was beyond his medical knowledge.
As his thoughts cleared, Mo Sigui became excited. This discovery undoubtedly opened a new door for him. He had a feeling that if he could understand the relationship between them, his medical skills would reach a new level!
He must observe these two! Mo Sigui picked up his medicine box and left happily.
At lunch, two people were missing. The two patients who had been lively in the morning were now back in bed.
Chu Dingjiang asked Mo Sigui, “An Jiu seemed fine earlier. Why did she suddenly fall ill? Is it related to Wei Yuzhi’s condition?”
Mo Sigui originally didn’t want to talk to him, but hearing Chu Dingjiang’s insight, his hostility lessened. His emotions were always strange and rapidly changing. “Yes, it’s very mysterious,” he replied.