Yun Xiao watched with a pang of sadness. Truth be told, she wasn't heartless. At this point, how could she stand by and do nothing? Whether she could heal him was another matter; she had to examine him first.
"Alright, I'll do my best."
Yun Xiao finally relented. Ye Wuyun, who was opposite her, raised his head. His chiseled features instantly softened with warmth, his eyes hazy. His normally aloof and detached countenance, so disconnected from the mortal world, finally radiated a faint smile.
"Thank you."
"I really don't understand you. You're clearly suffering from the cold poison yourself, yet you have the energy to care about others."
Yun Xiao walked aside to examine Qiao Fan. The moment she spoke, a fierce gust of wind swept towards her. Then, she was lifted into the air by someone, followed by a voice filled with wild joy and excitement.
"Young Master Leng, you said young master is afflicted with the cold poison, is there a way to cure it?"
Yun Xiao dangled in mid-air, feeling dizzy and furious. She raised her hand, slapping him, and then coldly commanded, "Put me down."
Yi Dao, having been slapped, didn't get angry at all. He lowered Yun Xiao and spoke persistently.
"Young Master Leng, as long as you can save our young master, it doesn't matter how many times you hit me. Here, hit me here again, hit me as you please, as long as you can vent your anger."
Yi Dao presented his other cheek. His eyes flickered with excited flames. His young master had seen so many physicians, even the imperial physicians were helpless.
When the cold poison flared, his young master would be in excruciating pain. Yi Dao wished he could suffer the poison himself. All his life, he had dreamed of the day someone would cure his young master's illness, and he would do anything for him.
Yun Xiao didn't know what to say, only glaring at Yi Dao. She thought she was impressive, but it turned out Yi Dao was even more so, hitting one side and then offering the other.
All for the sake of saving his young master's life, willing to be beaten by her. It seemed these people were all devoted.
Ye Wuyun's heart, however, was not greatly moved. Although this Young Master Ye had recognized his affliction with the cold poison, Imperial Physician Zhang Zhaode had already stated that because the poison had been present for too many years, it was incurable. If it had been treated when it was first administered, there would have been a way.
Now, it was too late. Ye Wuyun's expression darkened. The priority now was to treat Qiao Fan. He feared his time was short. If he left Qiao Fan, who would care for her? It was his fault back then that she had become like this.
"Yi Dao, step back."
Yi Dao persisted and called out again, "Young Master Leng."
Yun Xiao ignored him completely, walking lightly to the side and sitting down. She spoke slowly, "Bring Qiao Fan over."
Ye Wuyun immediately brought Qiao Fan over. Yi Dao, standing nearby, looked full of disappointment, biting his lip with a hazy gaze. Yun Xiao really didn't know what to say; this subordinate was rather amusing.
Qiao Fan, seeing so many people surrounding her, looked a little frightened and kept pulling on Ye Wuyun's sleeve. Having no choice, he led her to Yun Xiao.
Wan Wan had already brought a chair and gestured for Qiao Fan to sit. This time, she was obedient and sat down. Her eyes were unfocused, and she stared at Yun Xiao curiously.
Yun Xiao took her hand and began to feel her pulse. The flower hall fell silent.
Several pairs of eyes were fixed on her. Ye Wuyun was very close to her, his refreshing scent filling the flower hall.
An incense stick's worth of time passed.
Yun Xiao's brows furrowed slowly, her expression growing somber. Ye Wuyun's heart sank. At this moment, Leng Yue was his only hope. If she also declared it incurable, Qiao Fan might truly remain in her state forever.
"Are you sure you want to treat her?"
Yun Xiao looked up, withdrawing her hand, and gazed at Ye Wuyun.
His deep, dark eyes, like dazzling stars on a moonlit night, made Ye Wuyun tremble. Hearing what sounded like a glimmer of hope in his words, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.
"Treat."
This single word conveyed his resolve. No matter the cost or price, he was determined to cure her. Because, by then, he would no longer be around, and she would be able to take care of herself. He knew what Leng Yue meant. Perhaps Qiao Fan had experienced something that caused her to become like this. Sometimes, being foolish was a kind of blessing. If it weren't for the cold poison in his own body, he wouldn't mind taking care of her his entire life. But now, he couldn't; he could only hope to cure her.
"Alright. Actually, she merely suffered a severe shock, forcing herself to numb herself, unwilling to recall the past unpleasant events. I believe although it will take some time, she should still be treatable."
As soon as Yun Xiao finished speaking, Ye Wuyun's usually indifferent expression relaxed. His slender eyebrows smoothed, blending with the twilight glow in his eyes. The corners of his lips curved into a smile that was deeply captivating.
"This is wonderful. Qiao Fan, quickly thank this brother."
Though Qiao Fan was simple-minded, she seemed to trust Ye Wuyun immensely. Upon hearing his words, she immediately nodded and mimicked him, "Thank you, brother, thank you, brother."
Yun Xiao's mood was heavy. Although she had an obligation to cure Qiao Fan, the cause of a woman's madness. Generally, there were only two reasons: a lover's betrayal, or being violated. Qiao Fan clearly belonged to the latter. Even if she awoke, how would she face those unpleasant memories?
After Qiao Fan spoke, Yi Dao seized the opportunity to step forward, fixating on Yun Xiao again.
"Young Master Leng, please save our young master. Yi Dao is willing to be your oxen and horses."
Ye Wuyun, surprised that Yi Dao was bringing up the same matter, became annoyed and coldly ordered, "Yi Dao, step back."
After pleading with Yun Xiao, Yi Dao suddenly knelt down. "Young Master, Yi Dao only wishes to serve you forever and doesn't want to spend my life guarding your grave."
After saying this, the burly man burst into tears. Looking at his tall, robust exterior and his usual impassive demeanor, it was unexpected to see him cry like a child. As he cried, Qiao Fan, whether moved or frightened, also began to cry. The flower hall was filled with weeping.
Wan Wan watched, tears welling up in her eyes, and pleaded with a bow.
"Master, please save Young Master Ye."
What a waste for such a handsome young man to die. Yun Xiao looked from one to another, her expression filled with exasperation. She hadn't refused to treat Ye Wuyun; she simply didn't understand his condition. How could she treat it? Perhaps she couldn't help him.
"Alright, get up. Come here, let me take a look."
Yun Xiao angrily extended her foot to kick Yi Dao. Such a grown man crying so uncontrollably, wasn't it unsightly? But Yi Dao, upon hearing her words, managed to grin.
"Young Master Leng Yue, you've agreed! This is wonderful. Qiao Fan, Young Master Leng Yue will treat Young Master!"
Yun Xiao looked up at Ye Wuyun, their eyes meeting.
*With these two fools around you, how haven't you gone mad?*
Ye Wuyun's gaze returned, *They are simple-minded, unlike others who are cunning.*