Unable to find an answer and somewhat flustered, Dongfang Xun followed Shen Lixue's gaze with a puzzled look. Upon seeing the familiar figure, his eyes turned cold: "Dongfang Han, what are you doing here?"
"I've come to check on Second Brother's condition!" Dongfang Han stood in the corner, forcing a smile, his body trembling almost imperceptibly, as if he were somewhat afraid of Dongfang Xun.
Dongfang Xun gave him a cold look, then turned his gaze to the inner room door, subtly dismissing him: "Dongfang Heng has fallen ill. Too many people will cause chaos. You should go back and rest first. Come see him again when he recovers!"
Dongfang Han looked at Dongfang Xun, then at the cold and serious atmosphere of the inner room, and asked cautiously, "Big brother, I'm also worried about second brother. Could you let me stand outside and wait until he recovers and is alright before leaving? I promise I won't disturb him!" He spoke solemnly, almost as if he were swearing to the heavens.
"You still..."
"What's all the noise about? Don't you know the patient needs quiet?" The angry roar of the Ghost Doctor from Southern Xinjiang interrupted Dongfang Xun's words. Dongfang Xun glanced at Dongfang Han, but didn't rush him to leave. He turned to Shen Lixue and lowered his voice, asking, "What did Dongfang Han do after seeing Dongfang Heng?"
Shen Lixue's gaze sharpened, and Dongfang Xun also began to suspect Dongfang Han: "He sent a medicinal herb!"
Dongfang Xun's sharp eyes narrowed slightly: "What herb?"
With her back to Dongfang Han, Shen Lixue picked up the box on the table and handed it over: "This is it!"
Dongfang Xun opened the box, examined it carefully, and shook his head: "The herbs are fine!"
Shen Lixue also checked the herbs and found no problems.
With a cool gaze, he looked at the somewhat messy inner room. The herbs were fine, the environment was fine, so why did Dongfang Heng fall ill?
The Ghost Doctor from Southern Xinjiang lifted the curtain and came out. Shen Lixue hurried over and asked anxiously, "How is Dongfang Heng?"
The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang shook his head, his eyes dimming: "This attack has accelerated the deterioration of his heart condition. Without a heart transplant, he won't live more than three days!"
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Chapter 141: To be together in life and in death
The Southern Frontier Ghost Doctor's calm words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving everyone stunned and unable to move for a long time.
The mighty Azure Flame War God, who has made outstanding military achievements and is famous throughout the world, actually only has three days left to live. Heaven is jealous of talents! Heaven is jealous of talents!
Shen Lixue felt a loud bang, her slender body staggering back a few steps, her cold gaze filled with indescribable shock: "Ghost Doctor, are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"
She refused to believe the result, clinging to a sliver of hope, and asked again, "Dongfang Heng, that elegant, refined, and noble man in white robes who was painting her portrait just a moment ago, is he not going to live more than three days? How is this possible? How is this possible?"
"I am a doctor, and every word I say is based on careful diagnosis. I would never speak carelessly!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang frowned. In his decades of medical practice, no one had ever doubted his medical skills.
"Don't be angry, Ghost Doctor. Li Xue was just worried about Dongfang Heng and was sad, which is why she offended you!" Dongfang Xun explained politely. As long as the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang was willing to help, there was still a glimmer of hope for Dongfang Heng's illness.
"I understand!" It's only natural to care about one's family. If anyone else had said those words, the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang would have already reprimanded them and stormed off.
A gentle breeze blew by, causing the sheer curtains in the room to flutter. The Ghost Doctor from Southern Xinjiang abruptly stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing instantly: "What's that smell?"
The smell? Dongfang Xun was taken aback and looked at the carved round table in the corner. From the golden incense burner, wisps of smoke slowly drifted out: "The incense burner is burning pine resin!"
"No, this isn't the smell of rosin!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang squinted his eyes, took a few deep sniffs, and walked in a certain direction amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, taking deep breaths as he went, as if he was carefully discerning the direction by the scent.
Shen Lixue looked at the direction he was heading and the person standing directly in front of him, her gaze suddenly sharpening: The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang was looking for...
"So it was on you!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang stopped in the northeast corner of the room, opened his eyes, and looked coldly at the person in front of him.
"Ghost Doctor, what are you talking about?" Dongfang Han frowned slightly, as if the words of the Ghost Doctor from Southern Xinjiang were nonsensical and he didn't understand them at all.
"Night-blooming jasmine!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang looked at Dongfang Han and smiled meaningfully: "You have the fragrance of night-blooming jasmine on you!" The fragrance was extremely faint and light, as if it had been deliberately concealed, making it undetectable. If it weren't for the fact that there was night-blooming jasmine on the mountain where he lived and that he was very sensitive to that kind of fragrance, he wouldn't have been able to detect it either.
Dongfang Xun's expression changed instantly. Others might not know what night-blooming jasmine was for, but he knew very well that it emitted particles that strongly stimulated the sense of smell, causing dizziness, depression, and discomfort in people with heart disease, thus worsening their condition.
Dongfang Heng suddenly fell ill and was on the verge of death because he smelled the night-blooming jasmine on Dongfang Han.
"I have night-blooming jasmine on me, but I can't smell it?" Dongfang Han was completely unaware that he had caused a big disaster. He raised his sleeve and sniffed carefully again and again, but he could only smell the faint orchid fragrance on his clothes.
Suddenly, Dongfang Xun's tall, slender figure in light blue appeared in front of him, grabbed his collar tightly, and before he could even be surprised, he flipped his wrist, lifted his handsome body, and slammed it against the window.
With a loud "bang!", the figure in tan smashed through the exquisite lattice window and crashed heavily onto the corridor. Shattered window frames fell down with a crackling sound, hitting him on the head, face, and body, leaving him looking extremely disheveled.
"Big brother, what are you doing?" Seeing Dongfang Xun leap out of the window and swing his palm at him, the fierce light in his eyes wanting to tear him to pieces, Dongfang Han was shocked beyond words. Ignoring the pain in his body, he quickly rolled forward.
"You know perfectly well what you've done." Dongfang Xun was highly skilled in martial arts. As Dongfang Han rolled over, he also changed direction and his sharp palm strikes hit him mercilessly.
Dongfang Han was sent flying five or six meters away before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft".
The guards of Fengsong Courtyard were all Dongfang Heng's men. They knew that he and Dongfang Xun were biological brothers. They had just heard that Dongfang Han had plotted against Dongfang Heng and that Dongfang Xun had beaten Dongfang Han. They all pretended not to see anything and continued to fetch water and carry basins.
Dongfang Han collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving with blood and qi, his bones feeling like they were falling apart, and he was in excruciating pain.
Dongfang Xun walked slowly towards Dongfang Han, each step resounding like the approaching footsteps of death.
Dongfang Han turned to look at Dongfang Xun, weakly arguing, "Brother, please explain yourself clearly, I really don't know what happened."
"The night-blooming jasmine on you triggered Dongfang Heng's heart ailment." Dongfang Xun looked coldly at Dongfang Han, who was still pretending not to know even now.
"What?" Dongfang Han was shocked, then hurriedly explained, "Big brother, if I wanted to harm second brother, after his illness flared up, I would definitely go back to my room as quickly as possible to change clothes and destroy the evidence. Why would I be stupid enough to run here and wait for you to arrest me?"
Dongfang Xun snorted coldly: "The night-blooming jasmine is cleverly applied, the scent is extremely faint. Apart from the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang, no one here can smell it!" He was certain that no one could detect the night-blooming jasmine scent on him, which is why he dared to come to Fengsong Courtyard without restraint. Did he think that people hadn't been harmed enough and came to provoke them?
"Brother, I didn't know about this, I really didn't know." Dongfang Han shook his head repeatedly, his pained eyes filled with innocence: "Father and I rode at breakneck speed, taking shortcuts, traveling for two nights and a day and a half before finally arriving in the capital. I was in a hurry to deliver medicine to my second brother, and I didn't know that my clothes were stained with night-blooming jasmine seeds..."
Dongfang Xun grabbed Dongfang Han by the collar and sniffed the hem of his clothes carefully. Amidst the fragrance of orchids, there was a very faint, strange smell: "The evidence is overwhelming, and you still want to deny it!"
"I'm not making excuses..."