Only Wei Haihong and the old man understood. Over the course of more than a month, the old man would prick his finger every time he treated him. Wei Haihong quickly ran downstairs to get a bundle of needles, because he needed them for the old man's treatment, so he asked Wang Sao to buy a large box of them.
Zhou Xuan's right hand trembled as he took the needle, then he gasped for breath. He said, "Bottle." He seemed to have no strength left to speak further!
The man surnamed Wang was in the alley. Upon hearing this, he hurriedly went to the room where Zhou Xuan used to live and moved the small glass tank that Zhou Xuan used to keep for his goldfish.
Zhou Xuan's left hand remained tightly gripping Wei Xiaoqing's. The icy aura pressed against the strange substance, preventing it from rising back up. Then, with his right hand, he took a needle and pricked a small hole in the tip of Wei Xiaoqing's finger.
Blood gushed out suddenly, but it was purplish-black. Drops of black blood dripped into the glass tank on the ground. The glass tank was still half full of water. When the black blood dripped into the water, wisps of smoke rose up!
The black blood gradually turned red until it was completely red. Only then did Zhou Xuan release Wei Xiaoqing's right hand. His body went limp, and he leaned over the bed and began to vomit violently. Wei Haihong hurriedly brought the glass jar to his mouth.
Zhou Xuan vomited until he brought up bile, and his limp body could no longer move. Just as he was about to say something, he felt dizzy and fainted.
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Volume One: The First Signs of Growth, Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Miniature Coffin
When the two woke up again, they didn't know what time it was. They looked up and saw that they were lying in bed. Fu Ying was sitting in a chair and leaning over the bedside, her hands tightly holding his right hand, her long black hair covering most of her face.
Zhou Xuan watched as her long eyelashes fluttered occasionally, possessing a delicate and fragile beauty. He reached out his right hand and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face.
With that slight movement, Fu Ying woke up, rubbed her eyes, and saw Zhou Xuan looking at her with affection. She exclaimed happily, "You're awake? Are you alright? You scared me half to death!"
Zhou Xuan moved his body, feeling sore all over, but he smiled and said, "I'm fine, look at me, I'm perfectly alright!"
Despite saying that, Zhou Xuan tried to circulate the icy energy in his left wrist. The icy energy in the pill was like an old man basking in the winter sun, lazy and powerless.
Zhou Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Although the loss of ice energy was enormous, setting a record, it could still be restored to its original state as long as he rested and recovered for a long time. He had just taken a nap and the ice energy had recovered to about 10-20% of its original state. However, this time the consumption was too great, and the time spent sleeping was not enough to recover. It would be best to use the internal energy breathing method, which would make the recovery rate countless times faster.
"What time is it?" Zhou Xuan asked Fu Ying. Frowning, he added, "You know I'm fine, just tired. I'll be fine after a rest. But if you catch a cold or get sick, that would be even more worrying!"
Fu Ying wasn't angry, nor would anyone else. Zhou Xuan's concerned tone only made her happier. She smiled and said, "It's past three o'clock, isn't it? I was watching you, but I fell asleep without realizing it."
"Oh, right." Zhou Xuan remembered what had happened earlier and quickly asked, "Is Xiaoqing feeling better?"
“She’s fine, perfectly fine.” Fu Ying asked, equally puzzled. “She was clearly poisoned, but she didn’t know why or how she got poisoned. She said she went to a classmate’s house for a get-together, did nothing else, and didn’t even eat much. She just drank a little red wine.”
Zhou Xuan, of course, couldn't understand the strange aura of death in Wei Xiaoqing's blood either. He didn't know what that strange substance was either, and his ice-energy ability also instinctively disliked it.
Fu Ying continued, "Zhou Xuan, from now on, unless it's absolutely necessary or essential, I won't allow you to do this again. Sigh," she sighed, then added slowly, "Last time in the Yinhe Water Cave in the Tiankeng, after you removed the arrow from my arm, you were completely healed after one night. That's when I knew you were different. You have special abilities, but that's your secret. I don't want to ask, and I know you don't want others to know. I just want you to stop thinking about acting recklessly in the future. It breaks my heart to see you like this!"
Zhou Xuan remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Yingying, I don't want to hide anything from you. As long as you want to know, I'm willing to tell you!"
Fu Ying reached out and gently pressed her hand to his mouth. She shook her head: "I don't want to know anything, I just want you to be alright!"
Zhou Xuan was touched. He reached out and took her hand.
Although his back still ached, Zhou Xuan didn't want to lie down anymore. He moved a little, and Fu Ying quickly helped him sit up. Then she heard Zhou Xuan's stomach growl and asked him, "Are you hungry? But there's nothing to eat right now, and we're at your brother Hong's house, so it's not appropriate to ask them to cook for you. Wait a minute, I'll go to the refrigerator in the living room and get you a carton of milk!"
As Fu Ying spoke, she stood up, pulled her head back, walked to the door and peeked inside before tiptoeing out, her movements resembling those of a thief.
Zhou Xuan couldn't help but smile slightly, his heart truly moved. Fu Ying, a proud heiress, had countless talented young men in the world, yet she favored only him, an ordinary man. For him, she had abandoned all pretense of status, face, and reputation. He would never betray her love, and he would never do anything to wrong her.
There was a soft knock by the door. Zhou Xuan said, "So fast? Xiaoqing, is that you?"
Zhou Xuan casually remarked, thinking it was Fu Ying coming up, but when he looked up, he saw Wei Xiaoqing wearing pajamas and slippers leaning against the door. Although her face was still a little pale, she looked to be in good spirits.
Are you feeling better?
Zhou Xuan leaned against the headboard. After a pause, he said, "It's been so long since I've seen you!"
Wei Xiaoqing snorted and said indifferently, "You have a beautiful woman by your side, and you're always being all lovey-dovey. I don't want to see that mushy scene anymore."
Seeing Zhou Xuan's somewhat embarrassed expression, she added, "However, I still thank you for saving me!"
"Why are you thanking me?" Zhou Xuan said with a smile. "What's our relationship, Brother Hong?"
Wei Xiaoqing strode into the room and said, "Hmph, if it weren't for my uncle, you wouldn't have saved me!"
Zhou Xuan was taken aback and stood there dumbfounded. He was no match for someone who could argue so eloquently.
But then a soft laugh came from the doorway: "Xiaoqing, you're so pretty and cute, anyone would save you. If it were me, I would too!"
Wei Xiaoqing turned around and saw Fu Ying walking in with a carton of milk, smiling. She snorted and said, "You don't need to pretend. So what if you think you're prettier than me? Humph!" With that, she turned and went back to her room. Fu Ying chuckled and said, "Xiaoqing is actually really cute. She's bold and outspoken, she loves and hates fiercely, and she says what she likes and dislikes!"
As she spoke, she tore open the corner of the milk carton and fed it to Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan reached out and took the milk, took a sip, and then said, "I'm not that weak yet, hehe, Yingying, sit down, standing is tiring!"
Zhou Xuan gulped down the milk in one go, feeling much better. He laughed and said, "I just realized now. Milk can be eaten as a meal! It's so nutritious; no wonder Mongolians are all so tall and strong!"
"But not every Mongolian is tall and strong." Fu Ying corrected him. In fact, Zhou Xuan understood that people are the same everywhere in the world. There are tall people and short people, fat people and thin people. He was just making conversation with Fu Ying.
Zhou Xuan originally wanted to chat with Fu Ying a little longer and stay a little longer, but seeing that Fu Ying looked very tired, he figured she must have been worried about him keeping watch for most of the night. Feeling sorry for her, he thought for a moment and said, "Yingying, why don't you go to the next room and get some sleep?"
Although Fu Ying was exhausted, she didn't want to leave. Seeing Fu Ying hesitating, Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "Yingying, why don't you stay here? We're not afraid of people finding out. Just the two of us."
Before she could finish speaking, Fu Ying spat and ran away, her face flushed.
Zhou Xuan chuckled. Fu Ying was good in every way, except that she was too shy. He knew her weakness very well and could exploit it easily. If he said anything else, she would definitely not want to leave, but if he said something ambiguous, she would run away immediately.
After Fu Ying left, Zhou Xuan turned off the light and lay on the bed to practice breathing techniques to strengthen his internal energy. Gradually, his internal energy grew stronger, but he was still tired while lying down and fell asleep without realizing it.
He didn't get up until ten o'clock the next day, and Fu Ying didn't come to his room. She guessed that Hong Ge's family was all there, and she felt embarrassed to come in.
After washing up, I felt much better, but the sensation of the icy energy had only recovered to about 30% of its previous level, which startled me. Previously, even if I depleted a lot of icy energy, I would fully recover after practicing breathing techniques at night. Now, the icy energy was much stronger and purer than before. To only recover to 30% after a whole night of practice made me realize how terrifying that substance carrying the aura of death must be!
Down in the living room, Wei Haihong quickly asked Wang Sao to bring him some warm bird's nest porridge. Knowing he was very tired, she had specifically told him not to disturb him in the morning so he could get some rest.