313: Chapter 313: The Secret of Chu Qingxue’s Illness (First Update) 313: Chapter 313: The Secret of Chu Qingxue’s Illness (First Update) First update!
“Bang!”
Ye Chenfeng threw Jiang Qi out of the window.
“Everyone leave, leave everything to me!”
Ye Chenfeng’s voice was ice cold, carrying an unquestionable command.
Chu Renkuang and the others shivered, having never seen such a terrifying Ye Chenfeng before.
At this moment, a raging murderous aura emitted from Ye Chenfeng, the intangible aura causing their scalps to tingle and their legs to weaken.
“Alright…
alright!”
Chu Renkuang’s lips trembled as he and Chu Qingfei, along with the others, quickly left the room.
“Brother Chu, heavens indeed do not seal all exits.
Divine Doctor Ye, I didn’t expect him to show up at this time.
It seems even the heavens are taking care of Qingxue!” Liang Shiming said excitedly.
The somber look on Chu Renkuang’s face eased quite a bit, and he too said excitedly, “Now, everything is in the hands of little Ye!”
“Yes, that’s right, with brother here, sister must be saved!” Chu Qingfei said, tears still streaming down her face, not knowing whether it was out of excitement or sorrow.
“Humph, don’t forget, Miss Chu’s blood has already completely frozen, and her body has turned into a block of ice, without a trace of vitality!
Ye Chenfeng is just a human, not some grand deity, how could he possibly resurrect the dead!” Liu Weihao chose this moment to strike a blow.
He extinguished the tiny spark of hope that had just been kindled in everyone with cold water.
Chu Qingfei glared at Liu Weihao in anger, “I believe that my brother can definitely do it!”
“I also believe in Ye Chenfeng!” Lin Qingzhu stood up and expressed her support for Ye Chenfeng.
“You…” Liu Weihao was speechless.
Liang Shiming, looking at Chu Renkuang, couldn’t help but comfort him, “Brother Chu, put your heart back in your stomach, will you?
Three months ago, you were also wandering at the Ghost Gate.
Wasn’t it little Ye who brought you back with his own strength?”
A fierce light shone in Chu Renkuang’s eyes, “That’s right, you’re not wrong.
Although little Ye is not a grand deity, he does have the ability to bring the dead back to life, I’ve witnessed it with my own eyes.”
“Everyone be quiet, lest you disturb Divine Doctor Ye’s treatment!” Liang Shiming ordered.
Immediately, the corridor quieted down as everyone awaited the outcome.
Even Jiang Qi, who had been thrown out and bruised, limped with help from others to the corridor.
Luckily, it was only the third floor and he hadn’t sustained any real damage, otherwise, Jiang Qi would have certainly been smashed to pieces.
“Chu Qingxue, why would you mistreat your own life like this?
Do you think your life is worthless?”
Ye Chenfeng roared as he came over to Chu Qingxue, searching around her.
“Woof woof…”
Suddenly, a few barks sounded.
A palm-sized lone dog appeared from somewhere.
“Found it!”
Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng’s face lit up with joy.
Around the lone dog’s neck hung a jade pendant, which was none other than the Ice Sword Jade Pendant that Chu Qingxue wore on her neck and was a match to Ye Chenfeng’s.
Without any hesitation, Ye Chenfeng put the Ice Sword Jade Pendant back around Chu Qingxue’s neck.
The jade pendant, once returned to its owner, seemed to exude a kind of magical power.
“Silly woman, what was the need for this!” Ye Chenfeng said with a bitter smile as he shook his head, then he took out a dragon tooth and sliced open his wrist with a hiss.
Ye Chenfeng hurriedly placed his wrist above Chu Qingxue’s mouth, and blood immediately began to drip into her mouth.
A miraculous scene unfolded.
As Ye Chenfeng’s blood dripped into Chu Qingxue’s mouth, it seemed to carry warmth.
Chu Qingxue’s icy body began to slowly warm up, the frost on her eyelashes disappeared, and her pale, paper-like face gradually gained a hint of rosiness.
Ye Chenfeng’s face was so pale it was bloodless, as if his blood had been forcibly drained away.
“Phew!”
Ye Chenfeng took a long breath and then took the needle box from his body, his fingers danced, leaving trails of afterimages.
After a full hour, Ye Chenfeng was somewhat unsteady on his feet.
But fortunately, he put away the needle box, signifying that his treatment of Chu Qingxue was complete.
Looking again at Chu Qingxue on the sickbed, she lay there quietly like a princess.
Her stunning face was flush with a healthy glow.
Even Chu Qingxue’s complexion was better than it had been when she was healthy, her cheeks rosy and apple-like, tempting one to take a bite.
Thump!
Ye Chenfeng sat down on the ground with a flop, gasping for air, shaking his head and muttering, “Damn it, Chu Qingxue, you’re too awesome, making me worry over you to this extent, you’ve even taken my life—I don’t know if I owed you in my past life!”
Snap!
Ye Chenfeng lit a cigarette, his fingers trembling as he put it to his lips, drawing on it with difficulty as cold sweat poured from him.
Outside, the tension was killing everyone.
Four to five hours had passed, and there was still no word from Ye Chenfeng.
“I wonder how little Ye is doing?” Chu Renkuang paced anxiously, like an ant on a hot pan.
“Sister hopes you’re alright!” Chu Qingfei clasped her hands and silently prayed.
Creak!
“Arf Arf…”
Just then, the door to the sickroom opened slowly, and a dog the size of a palm peeked out, barking at everyone.
“Huhu!” Chu Qingfei cried out in surprise and immediately rushed over.
Chu Renkuang and a group of others followed instinctively, with the dog leading the way.
“Hm?”
When everyone entered the sickroom, Ye Chenfeng was gone, leaving behind only his sweat on the ground and a room full of pungent smoke.
“Such a strong smell of smoke!” Liu Weihao frowned and waved his hand, saying sarcastically, “I told you, unless he’s a god, how could he bring someone back from the dead?
Where’s the guy?
Probably realized he was powerless and ran off after a smoke, right?”
“Look, Miss Chu has returned to normal!” Suddenly, Lin Qingzhu exclaimed with joy.
Liu Weihao’s smile froze on his face as he looked over.
The others did the same, turning to look at Chu Qingxue.
At this moment, Chu Qingxue’s beautiful face was as radiant as a flower, especially with a slight, barely-there smile at the corners of her mouth—absolutely enchanting.
She didn’t look at all like someone who had died once; she appeared to have been well cared for.
“Blood flow is normal!”
“…”
“Everything is normal!
Miss Chu is fine!”
Eventually, Lin Qingzhu’s examination results were out—Chu Qingxue was completely normal, not only revived but her frozen blood disease was cured as well.
But where had Ye Chenfeng gone?
This was the question in everyone’s minds.
Chu Qingxue’s revival was surely Ye Chenfeng’s doing, but why had he disappeared?