Actually, Lingxiao didnât say this completely out of impulse. The detoxification of âA Thousand Years of Intoxicationâ was a big challenge for him. Revival only indicated that the patient was out of danger, but it didnât mean that he would make a full recovery. The aftercare during convalescence was critical to the recovery and any small mistake could result in the loss of all previous work and the death of the patient. However, according to both the government notice and the emperorâs decree, Lingxiao would have accomplished his mission as long as he woke up Prince Mu, so it wasnât really part of his job to bring Nangong Du back to full health. Now that even Yueying confused revival with recovery, and took it for granted that he shouldnât stop treatment until Prince Mu was restored to health, Ling xiao could tell that most people must have thought the same way. âIf Prince Mu died from inappropriate aftercare, everyone would think I failed to cure him!â For the sake of his own reputation and that of the Valley of the Fallen Blossoms, he shouldnât leave! As Zixiu had been in Nangong Duâs bedroom for about an hour, for fear that his fiancée might be in danger, he didnât want to waste his time arguing with Yueying.
Before anyone could tell Prince Mu about his arrival, Lingxiao had broken into the inner room when Zixiu and Nangong Du were holding each otherâs hands and looking at each other âaffectionatelyâ.
Lingxiao stopped abruptly in shock, feeling his heart sink. âPah!â With a shake of his hand, the fan fell to the floor, which dispersed Zixiuâs drowsiness in an instant!
Sitting upright in a panic, Zixiu managed to pull himself together. When he looked at Nangong Du with his widened eyes, he saw the latterâs eyes closed. He then turned his head, looking in the direction of the sound, and was surprised to find that Lingxiao was standing by the door with a poker face as if someone owed him a huge amount of money! âErâ¦This analogy doesnât seem quite right!â
Seeing that Lingxiao was fixing his gaze with killing intent on his right hand, which was held by Nangong Du, Zixiu blinked. âIs Lingxiao⦠jealous?â he wondered.
Feeling embarrassed, Zixiu tried to withdraw his hand. However, although Nangong Du seemed to be asleep or unconscious, he still held it tight.
When Zixiu was about to break Nangong Duâs grip with the help of his left hand, Lingxiao suddenly strode over in rage. He took out a long silver needle from nowhere, and thrust it toward Nangong Duâs elbow without hesitation.
âWait!â Zixiu immediately stopped him, staring at him in surprise. At the thought of Lingxiao talking about the ways of paying back Nangong Du that night, Zixiu got his flesh creepy and he couldnât help but lean forward slightly, trying to protect the patient. Though this pervert was both lascivious and violent, he didnât deserve to die!
âIâm going to kill this bastard!â Lingxiao instantly flared up. Biting his teeth, he clenched the hand that held the needle into a fist, disregarding that the armed guard, Yueying, was still standing behind him.
âWhat did you say?â Zixiu was taken aback. He had never thought that Lingxiao would have been so vicious. He couldnât help but move a little closer to Nangong Du as if he were a hen guarding her baby. However, to his surprise, Yueying was standing there calmly without a word, folding his arms across his chest.
âIâm going to kill Nangong Du!â Lingxiao roared. Though he put on a ferocious look when he spoke, he felt kind of suffocating pain in his chest, making him nearly lose his breath. âXiuxiu is defending Nangong Du! He even takes me as a ruthless killer!â
âCalm down!â Zixiu said in a trembling voice. While shielding Nangong Du behind him in tension, he tried to reason with Lingxiao as if an elder lecturing his junior. âKilling is illegal! As a talented young man⦠Er⦠As a talented teenager with superb medical skills and extraordinary martial skills, youâre sure to have a promising future. If you kill him, youâll be sentenced to death, and everything will be over! Even if you get a life sentence instead of a death sentence, can you bear to spend the rest of your life in a cell and toil in the toughest of circumstances? Is it worth risking your life for him?â
Biting his lip, Lingxiao neither spoke nor moved.
Having no idea what he was thinking of, Zixiu took a deep breath before he continued, âIf youâre trying to do this for me, drop the idea! Iâll find a way to put an end to my grudge with Prince Mu, and I donât want to put you through all this. Donât kill him! Iâm begging you!â
Holding the needle in his hand, Lingxiao remained silent.
At this point, Yueying narrowed his eyes slightly. âSure enough, Liu Zixiu has something to do with Physician Ling!â
Thinking that his persuasion didnât work, after pausing for a moment, Zixiu continued in earnest, âWell, even if youâre not doing this for me, as a physician, you should treat your patients the way parents treat their childrenâ¦â
âI just want him to let go of your hand!â Lingxiao suddenly interrupted him, sounding very depressed. âSo Iâm going to do nothing except for sticking a needle in his acupoint!â
âHuh?â Zixiu was rendered speechless. Next, in a daze, he saw as soon as Lingxiao stuck the needle into Nangong Duâs elbow, the latter loosened his grip on his right hand. Only then did he realize that he had misunderstood Lingxiao!