Chapter 142: At the Sickbed

After hearing Mo Yi’s words, Yue Mingxuan frowned.

However, when he was about to go inside, but Mo Yi stopped him. “Prince Yue, His Highness is currently healing. If he is disturbed rashly, his inner energy may go astray.”

Although Yue Mingxuan did not understand advanced martial arts, he had read many wuxia novels in his previous life and knew that inner energy going astray was commonly known as falling into demonic deviation. So, he nodded and said, “I will wait outside.”

After speaking, he found a place to lean against near Shang Qinghua’s door, closed his eyes, and began to think quietly.

Mo Yi originally wanted to invite Yue Mingxuan to sit in the side hall, but he did not expect him to insist on waiting at the door. “Prince Yue, the wind outside is strong… this…”

Yue Mingxuan waved his hand. “It’s fine. General Mo, go do your work.”

The sooner he could see Shang Qinghua, the sooner he could treat him.

At this moment, Yue Mingxuan felt extremely anxious and did not want to wait even one more minute.

Inside the room, Shang Qinghua sat cross-legged on the soft couch.

His face looked pale.

Behind him, Yin Zi had consumed a large amount of inner energy to guide his meridians and his forehead was covered in large beads of sweat.

Although the voices outside were low, they still disturbed Shang Qinghua.

Yin Zi sensed that Shang Qinghua’s inner energy was becoming unstable and warned in a low voice, “Master, focus your mind on your dantian.”

When Shang Qinghua heard that Yue Mingxuan was outside the door, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Very good.

He had not even gone to look for him yet and Yue Mingxuan had already delivered himself to the door. “Yin Zi, stop.”

Yin Zi sighed silently.

Stopping so abruptly meant that the past hour of treatment had gone to waste.

However, after hearing that voice outside, Yin Zi knew that if they continued, his master might truly suffer inner energy deviation.

Yin Zi silently followed Shang Qinghua’s order and withdrew his inner energy.

He circulated a small cycle and then his figure flashed as he leapt up onto the beam.

The moment Yin Zi’s support disappeared, Shang Qinghua felt the cold poison surge back through his limbs and bones.

It felt as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar.

The inner energy that had just been smoothed out now ran wild inside his body like an untamed horse.

He forced a breath and pressed the inner energy back into his dantian, but a trace of blood still appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He casually wiped away the blood with the back of his hand and leaned crookedly against the soft couch.

He the raised his voice slightly and said, “Mo Yi, let him come in.”

Upon hearing his master’s command, Mo Yi immediately ushered Yue Mingxuan to go inside.

This was the first time Yue Mingxuan had come to Shang Qinghua’s residence.

The furnishings inside the room were very simple and plain, not at all like the residence of a prince.

He had taken so much gold from Yue Mingxuan before, yet he did not even bother to improve his living conditions.

Thinking of this, Yue Mingxuan could not help but frown slightly.

From the moment Yue Mingxuan entered the room, Shang Qinghua who was leaning sideways against the soft couch had been carefully observing him.

When he saw Yue Mingxuan frown, a cold sneer rose in his heart.

This man was used to the luxury of the Beirong princes, so of course he would feel uncomfortable seeing how poor and plain the life of a hostage prince was.

With that thought, Shang Qinghua spoke in a low voice, “What? Not used to it?”

Shang Qinghua’s sudden question left Yue Mingxuan completely confused.

“Not used to what?” he asked.

Hearing Yue Mingxuan’s answer, Shang Qinghua gave a cold laugh and said nothing.

That cold laugh stirred the anger buried deep inside Yue Mingxuan.

He had come with good intentions to check on him, yet it felt like his kindness was met with nothing but coldness.

“You look quite energetic to me,” Yue Mingxuan said stiffly.

Shang Qinghua raised an eyebrow.

Had this man really rushed over early in the morning just to see whether he looked energetic?

When Shang Qinghua thought of how Yue Mingxuan had been laughing and chatting closely with Rong Qinglei on the road yesterday, even disobeying his wishes and ending up not returning all night, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

“You’ve seen enough. You can leave now.”

Because of his anger, his words came out more sharply and a trace of blood seeped once again from the corner of Shang Qinghua’s mouth.

When Yue Mingxuan saw the blood, his heart jumped.

It seemed his injury was truly serious!

Shang Qinghua could not even control the surging blood and energy inside his body.

“Shang Qinghua, do you know what it means to be stubborn even at death’s door?” Yue Mingxuan blurted out.

“That has nothing to do with you,” Shang Qinghua said forcefully as he wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. “You are merely a prince of a small country. What right do you have to point fingers in front of me?”

Shang Qinghua’s sharp words left Yue Mingxuan so angry that he could not speak for a long time.

After a while, he finally said, “If it weren’t for the fact that you once saved me, do you think I would want to come here? And besides, I accepted your consultation fee. Before your cold poison is completely cured, as a doctor, I am responsible for you.”

However, Shang Qinghua only grew more irritated in response to Yue Mingxuan’s concern. “My current injury has nothing to do with the cold poison. There is no need for you to take responsibility.”

Yue Mingxuan stepped forward two paces and made as if to take Shang Qinghua’s pulse. “Three of your major acupuncture points were pierced by sword energy, triggering the cold poison to rage through your meridians. Do you think you are a cat with nine lives?”

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