Su Majestad

Capítulo 75

Chapter 146

Wouldn't any doctor be curious if they noticed Baili Wushuang's unusual heartbeat? Yang Luoxue smiled slightly, her long hair shimmering like satin under the lamplight, and asked in return, "How much does Martial Uncle know?"

“Yuanbi told me that Baili Wushuang first developed sword energy when she was ten years old, and could use it freely when she was thirteen. However, since she met you, the red light on her forehead has become very faint, and her sword energy is not as good as before.”

"But she should be feeling better now that she's back at Beiling Tower, right?"

"Huh? You know that?"

"You might not believe this, and even I don't quite believe it myself. The sword energy on her body is very likely drawn from swords. There are swords everywhere in Beiling Tower, so returning there would naturally be of great benefit to her."

Du Zixin was stunned. A person absorbing sword energy from a sword... This was truly unheard of. "Then, what would happen if the sword energy kept increasing and its pulse surpassed her own pulse?"

Yang Luoxue stood up from his chair, glanced at the door, and saw the bright autumn moon. He said slowly, "No matter what she becomes, she will always be Baili Wushuang." If the powerful sword energy only enhances her abilities, he will be happy. But if the powerful sword energy affects her health, he will risk his life to save her.

To achieve this, he would strive to improve his medical skills.

Suddenly, I vaguely sensed what my master meant by "the way of medicine"—a doctor's pursuit is not how high his medical skills are, but whether he can cure the people he needs to treat.

It's not about pursuing one's own abilities, but about curing patients—is this the medical path that Master always regretted not having?

The moonlight was like water, as if it were flowing into one's heart. The master's face seemed to be right in front of her, yet like ripples on the water, it slowly blurred. She turned around, and whether it was because she couldn't adjust to the light in the room or something else, Du Zixin was not far in front of her, but Yang Luoxue found that she couldn't see his features clearly.

"Luoxue, Luoxue, what's wrong?"

The sound seemed distant to Yang Luoxue, carrying a buzzing echo. After a moment, her vision cleared again. Du Zixin's fingertips were already on his pulse point, and he frowned, saying, "Why is your pulse so weak? It's even weaker than Yuan Bi's."

Yang Luoxue's expression had returned to normal, and she said, "It's nothing, I've just been staying up too late these past few days."

"Is it because of that child?"

"Um."

Du Zixin sighed, "I know you've always been the most strong-willed, but given her current physical condition—"

“I know what I’m doing,” he said.

Xiao Yan was only lucid for short periods, relying on medication to sustain her last breath. After feeding her the last dose of medicine, Zhan Yuan gently stroked her head, and a few strands of white hair fell out.

Yang Luoxue walked in and saw Zhan Yuan staring at the white hair in his hand, his eyes red-rimmed. He didn't speak, but went straight to Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan's eyes were tightly closed, her pulse was weak, and she was already unconscious.

"Divine Physician Yang..." Zhan Yuan's voice was still hoarse as he asked with restraint, "Xiao Yan... how many days do you have left?"

“There’s no time left,” Yang Luoxue said calmly. “Xiao Yan is actually dead. What you see here is just a corpse being kept alive by drugs.”

Zhan Yuanru was stabbed on the spot, and his face turned completely pale.

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“So…” Yang Luoxue turned to look at him, her eyelashes like dark lines as she stared at him, “Do you want to see her face for a few more days, or do you want her to end things sooner rather than later—”

"Nonsense!" Zhan Yuan roared, "She's still alive! Still alive! Why would she want to end it all?" He impulsively grabbed Yang Luoxue's collar, "You...aren't you the divine doctor? Aren't you the divine doctor Yang?"

Yang Luoxue looked at him calmly, her gaze as piercing as moonlight. Zhan Yuan's hands gradually relaxed, his frantic eyes losing focus. He slumped to the ground, his back arching. "I'm sorry."

Yang Luoxue stood there, the lamplight casting a huge shadow behind her, and suddenly said, "Get out."

Zhan Yuan was puzzled. Yang Luoxue sighed, "I can give you a day. Come in again in half an hour later."

They didn't wait even half an hour.

Zhan Yuan sat on the stone steps in front of the door, lost in thought. His mind was filled with memories of the years he and his sister had relied on each other, and now she lay inside, unresponsive. His eyes welled up with tears, and then he heard the door creak open behind him. He quickly wiped his face with his sleeve and turned around, saying, "Yang—"

The sound was swallowed back down his throat.

The person in front of him was not the renowned physician in white and blue robes, but a smiling girl.

Xiaoyan.

She looked at him, opened her arms, and threw herself into his embrace, "Brother."

This moment felt like a dream.

Perhaps it really was a dream, for he happily embraced her. She could see and hear, her smile was sweet, her voice was clear and melodious. When she saw a butterfly, she would laugh and rush towards it. He didn't want her to run too far, so he carried her and chased after it.

Butterflies fluttered on the flowers, trees, and bamboo walls. He held her, so happy. The sky was clear and cloudless, and their laughter faded into the distance. Inside the half-open doorway, Yang Luoxue lay half-lying on the bed. Hearing that laughter, she smiled slightly, tried to stand up, took two unsteady steps, and fell to the ground.

The fine dust that swirled up into his nostrils choked him, causing him to cough violently, his body hunched over. Suddenly, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He saw the bright red stain on his finger, smiled, and closed his eyes.

He fainted.

I woke up in my own bed, just as dawn was breaking. My body felt weak and I couldn't muster any strength, but I heard someone say in my ear, "You're awake! You're awake!"

"Snowflakes are falling!"

"Senior Brother!"

The sound was clearly loud, yet it seemed very distant. He struggled to lift his eyelids and saw several faces moving in front of him, but he couldn't make out their features, as if someone had covered his eyes with a light veil. Someone came over and inserted a needle into his neck with extremely precise technique. He knew it was his martial uncle. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, everything became clear.

Standing at the very front was indeed Du Zixin, his face showing both anxiety and tension. When Yang Luoxue opened her eyes, he said fiercely, "Are you out of your mind?! Your body is so weak and you still used acupuncture! There's already a needle mark on the back of your hand from a pulse-changing technique—you've used forbidden techniques twice in one year?!"

His voice was so loud that it made Yang Luoxue's ears ring. A disciple beside her advised Du Zixin, "It's good that Senior Brother is awake. Speak slowly."

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Yang Luoxue asked slowly, "How long have I been unconscious?"