Seeing Wei Yuzhi’s determined gaze, Mo Sigui immediately said without any scruples, “Fine, if you insist, I’ll do as you wish. After all, I’ve given my warning.”
“Hmm,” Mo Sigui continued, “blood drawing carries risks. If something goes wrong…”
Wei Yuzhi interrupted him, “I trust in Divine Physician Mo’s skills.”
Mo Sigui rolled up his sleeves and placed his hands in a medicinal basin to cleanse them. Hearing these words, he suddenly smiled, “Oh my, you’re putting pressure on me. But I like it. Now, remove your clothes!”
Hearing this, Wei Yuzhi silently untied his robe, revealing his upper body.
Mo Sigui glanced at him, finding it not as shabby as he had imagined.
Wei Yuzhi naturally had a large frame. Even though long-term illness had left him with little flesh, he didn’t appear particularly weak. However, his body was covered in horrific scars, creating a stark contrast with his gentle, scholarly face.
“What happened with these wounds?” Mo Sigui frowned, staring at the numerous scars on his chest.
He wasn’t concerned about a man’s well-being, but normal skin has elasticity and is easy to suture when injured. Scarred skin loses this advantage and becomes difficult to treat.
Faced with the reality before him, Mo Sigui felt it necessary to know who had damaged his “test subject.”
“Most are from childhood,” Wei Yuzhi said, placing his hand over a fresh scar. “This one was left by Mei Shisi.”
Come to think of it, he did have something from her… this scar.
Mo Sigui nodded with an expression that seemed to say, “She is a troublemaker.” He then said, “Lie down.”
Although there was a brazier in the room, Wei Yuzhi’s weak constitution made him more susceptible to cold than others. Now, with his upper body exposed, the invading chill made him even more alert.
“In theory, if you had forced yourself to exercise, you shouldn’t have ended up in this state. I’m curious how you managed to wear yourself down to this point,” Mo Sigui inquired.
Lying on the couch, Wei Yuzhi didn’t answer. He just stared blankly at the ceiling beams.
His father had been a military general of the Great Song Dynasty but was sentenced to death on false charges. Apart from his father’s beheading, the entire family was sentenced to exile.
For women and children, the distant and desolate place of exile was already a matter of life and death. As members of a military family, both the women and children were physically stronger than those from ordinary families. If that incident hadn’t occurred, his mother and sister might not have necessarily died.
It happened on the way to exile. A group of soldiers coveted his mother and sister’s beauty and raped them. Unable to bear the shame, the two women took their own lives in the stable of a post house.
He would never forget the rat-infested prison, the lecherous gazes of those men as they looked at his mother and sister, and that morning when he woke up beside a haystack to find their disheveled corpses.
At that time, the immense shock caused his spiritual power to suddenly erupt, and he killed everyone at the post house.
For Wei Yuzhi, the corrupt Great Song Dynasty shouldn’t have been allowed to linger on. His hatred couldn’t be appeased merely by killing his enemies!
Originally, he had only been unsuited for martial arts training due to his meridians, but his body had been healthy. It was during those years of exile that he suffered greatly. Coupled with the severe damage from his suddenly powerful spiritual energy, his body never recovered.
Wei Yuzhi slightly pursed his lips. Only when he felt Mo Sigui applying a cool liquid to his chest did he speak again, “Divine Physician Mo, how long do I have left to live?”
“After this blood draw, you’ll lose two years of life. Originally, you only had four or five years left,” Mo Sigui said bluntly, not afraid of discouraging his patient. His next words, however, offered some comfort to Wei Yuzhi, “That was before meeting me. As long as you can afford my fee, I can help extend your life by a few years.”