A Wandering Youth - Chapter 107
The Medicine King still wore a white robe with wide sleeves, had a silver beard and white hair, and a pair of black eyes that could see into people's hearts. When he appeared in the room, it was as if he brought a clear breeze and bright moon.
It took Qiu Ye Yijian a long time to notice the presence of another person in the room. He slightly moved his eyes and said coldly, "What advice does Senior have for me?"
The Medicine King's eyes were as gentle as a spring as he said calmly, "The young master is quite composed. He understands that the lady's illness is strange, yet he doesn't even call the imperial physician to treat her..."
Qiu Yeyi turned her face away: "Since she said she would come back to my side, she will definitely wake up."
The Medicine King walked straight to the bedchamber, his white figure drifting like flowing clouds: "Hearing the rumors outside, this old man turned back. May I take your pulse, Madam?"
"please."
The Medicine King took Leng Shuangcheng's wrist, remained silent for a moment, then relaxed his brows and said, "Young Master, Madam truly did not lie to you."
Qiu Yeyi's eyes shone brightly, and a smile spread across her wooden face: "What do you mean by that?"
“Several months ago at the Qingzhou headquarters, I secretly saw the lady. At that time, her hair was silver, dry and brittle like straw. Today, seeing her again, I noticed that her silver hair has faded and is slowly turning black again. This confirms the principle that when the cold poison envelops her body and her blood flows in reverse, changes will inevitably occur wherever it passes…”
Qiu Ye listened quietly to the sword, her heart filled with unease, fearing that this heavenly sound was just an illusion, and would soon dissipate with the wind.
The Medicine King seemed to know the truth and continued to explain: "If the lady's whole body were to decay, that would be a sign that the toxins have entered her internal organs and she is not far from death. The cold poison is only circulating in the lady's blood vessels. After circulating for a week, it will be like a calf chewing its fodder. In the end, the lady will suppress it with her cold breath, and it will not cause any harm to her life."
Qiu Ye Yi Jian smiled with joy, stroking Leng Shuang Cheng's face repeatedly. When he realized he should thank the person, he looked up and saw a gentle breeze in the room, the light shifting, and the white figure was no longer there.
Long afterward, Leng Shuangcheng remained in a dream, deep in sleep, silent and still.
Countless times the gold and silver roulette wheels passed each other, and seeing the silent people remain motionless, Qiu Ye Yijian was once again gripped by fear.
During the day, he carefully undressed and bathed her, and fed her with protective floral essence; at night, he lay close to her side, forcing his eyelids open to watch her profile, afraid of missing even the slightest movement.
“Everything else is fake, only holding onto you feels real.” Qiu Ye propped her head up with her sword, lying on her side beside Leng Shuangcheng, and said, “When I was very young, I understood that everything would die, so I didn’t care about anything… At my coming-of-age ceremony at the age of twelve, I obtained the ancient divine weapon Shi Yang and began to be interested in swords… When I became the number one swordsman in the world, everything became meaningless, and then fate let me meet you again… Leng Shuangcheng, we were destined to be entangled. If you don’t wake up, I would rather go to the Yellow Springs to accompany you…” He spoke bitterly for a long time, and finally couldn’t hold on any longer. He put his right arm around her waist and fell into a deep sleep side by side.
The moon was bright, the stars few, and a gentle breeze stirred, casting fleeting, cool shadows through the bed curtains. Qiu Ye, leaning against the sword, was deathly pale, his brows still furrowed, his thin face showing unresolved pain. He had been asleep for an unknown amount of time when a chill touched his neck. Two icy fingers gently touched his handsome earlobe, and a low, slow voice broke through the silence, as if startled by the spring chill: "Qiu Ye, does it still hurt?"
(End of Volume 4)