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Yan Xiao’s pupils contracted, his expression darkened for a moment, and he quickly grabbed the old man at his side and rushed inside.
Ling Huaqing’s old bones were nearly shaken apart by him.
He didn’t even know who this youngster wanted him to treat…
It wasn’t until they entered the room that he understood why the youth was so anxious.
In his decades of practicing medicine, it was the first time he had seen such a beautiful young girl, with snow-white skin, red lips, and a palm-sized little face.
Just by looking at her pale complexion, he guessed she must have been plagued by illness since birth.
After taking her pulse, he sighed. He knew this hundred-year-old ginseng wouldn’t be so easily obtained…
“Is this your fiancée?”
Yan Xiao’s face flushed. If only it were so.
As soon as they came in, he had already sent Tang Lingling out of the room. Now, with no outsiders present, he steadied himself and spoke:
“Ahem, not yet…”
Ling Huaqing twitched his beard. Not yet, yet you dragged me here so anxiously…
But from this youth’s tone, wasn’t it a case of the Xiang King harboring feelings while the goddess remained indifferent?
Yan Xiao was nearly beside himself with worry, yet the old man still dragged him into idle chatter…
“How is she? Why won’t she wake up?”
“This little girl is suffering from xiongbi, which in today’s terms is heart disease. At present, this old man does not have the ability to cure it. And with her condition, living until eighteen is already not easy.”
Yan Xiao’s tall frame trembled, even his usually calm and steady voice carried a trace of quiver:
“Even you can’t do anything?”
Ling Huaqing’s ancestors had always treated the nobility in the palace, and his father had even once served as the director of the Imperial Medical Bureau.
But later, with changing times, his father, in order to avoid the chaos of war, had no choice but to live in obscurity, taking Ling Huaqing with him.
Yan Xiao had learned this by chance, yet now, even the old man had no way?
Seeing Yan Xiao’s expression like a man who had lost his soul, Ling Huaqing couldn’t bear to tease him further.
“However, though xiongbi cannot be cured, as long as no external stimuli occur, and she is allowed to live like an ordinary person, then for her to live a few more decades—this old man can still give it a try.”
The man’s face lit with joy, the great ups and downs of life all hanging upon one sentence.
“As long as you can treat her, no matter how many ginseng roots you want, I will find them for you!”
Ling Huaqing was a physician—what doctor wouldn’t like medicinal herbs, especially rare and precious ones?
But for him to have gotten hold of even one hundred-year-old ginseng root already hadn’t been easy.
“That won’t be necessary. If you can truly find more, leave them for the girl to use. This old man is not greedy—one root is enough…”
Thinking of his own wife, this root should be enough to support her until she was laid to rest in the earth beside him.
Ah, all pitiful people…
…
Yan Xiao watched as the old man applied acupuncture for nearly half an hour, yet the young girl still showed no reaction.
He couldn’t help but feel a faint doubt toward the medical skills he had believed in so firmly.
“Why is she still not waking up?”
Ling Huaqing rolled his eyes: “Who said she’s unconscious? Couldn’t she simply be asleep?”
“Rest assured, you must believe in this old man’s medical skills. Through my ancestral acupuncture techniques, and with a few more decoctions afterward, I can guarantee her twenty years of safety without mishap.”
Knowing she was merely asleep and not unconscious, he finally relaxed.
But upon hearing the old man’s words, his brows furrowed.
“Only twenty years?”
Ling Huaqing nearly fainted from anger at his words.
“Do you even understand? If it weren’t for encountering this old man, your sweetheart’s life would, barring accident, have ended this very year.”
And he still dared to complain twenty years was too little?
If not for the fact that he truly needed that hundred-year-old ginseng to prolong his wife’s life, he would have thrown the thing right at his face…
Yan Xiao broke into cold sweat. If… if he had been any later, if he had not found the old man…
He dared not imagine it…
If such a treasure had come to his side only to quietly slip away again, he would have gone mad…
…
Meanwhile, Wen Qinghe had truly returned.
Time shifted back to the previous night.
On the fifteenth, the moon was indeed full, and before she knew it, she had already transmigrated for a month.
Looking at the bright, luminous moonlight, she wondered if the energy of the full moon’s glow might be stronger.
After all, the day she got drunk and transmigrated had also been on the fifteenth, with the moon large and round.
She exposed the small mole on her left index finger to the moonlight, unable to resist trying once more to enter the space.
In recent days, the space had undergone earth-shaking changes, as if forming its own small world.
One half was pristine with birdsong, flowers, and forest, while the other half remained barren and as vast as before, a boundless emptiness.
Just a few days ago, upon entering, she had noticed something different. When she hadn’t been paying attention, that hourglass was already nearly emptied.
At first she thought the hourglass was tied to the changes in the space, but now, with the sand almost gone, the space still remained half in chaos.
She watched as the last grain of sand slipped through the narrow opening.
A flash of white light streaked before her eyes.