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Chapter 1162: Seeking Medical Advice in Xuandu City (3)

Chapter 1162: Chapter 1162: Seeking Medical Advice in Xuandu City (3)

Tan Yulin’s hand paused as he gripped the medicine bottle, his gaze filled with worry.

"Just now, I thought you were going to grab the pillow. That was hers."

Gu Yelin’s words were vague and cryptic, leaving Tan Yulin struggling to piece together their meaning. Only after much effort did he realize that the pillow he had tried to take belonged to An Yiqing, which explained why Boss had erupted in anger even in his sleep.

Sigh! How deep must his feelings run for even a pillow to hold such meaning?

"Boss, you need to take care of yourself. If Xiao Qing comes back and sees you this thin, how distressed she’ll be."

Gu Yelin’s dark eyes dimmed, and he silently nodded.

"What’s the update on the search over there?"

"No news, nothing has been found. Boss, do you think Xiao Qing might have been swept by the vortex to another place?"

Gu Yelin didn’t reply, his right hand clasping the pair of deep-blue cufflinks An Yiqing had bought for him, his gaze heavy and somber.

For a long while, so long that Tan Yulin thought he had fallen asleep again, Gu Yelin suddenly spoke.

"Deploy cruisers to expand the search area. Leave no wild seas or desolate islands unchecked."

At this moment, in the Medicine Sect.

The atmosphere in the usually lively and cheerful main hall was gloomy as four elders and Nie Shan sat in their chairs, sighing heavily.

"Sigh! What are we supposed to do? Girl Qing has been missing for over half a month, and our Sect Leader Brother has shut himself in his room for just as long. Look at his full head of white hair—sigh..." Nie Shan muttered with a face full of worry.

The Great Elder shook his head helplessly. "I can feel the Sect Leader Brother’s pain. The little girl he raised like a granddaughter since childhood not only lost her sight but also fell off a cliff. This is something no one could endure! If not for his duties to the Medicine Sect, it wouldn’t be surprising if Sect Leader Brother had followed Girl Qing in leaving this world."

The Great Elder’s words resonated with them all. Looking at Ye Chenghong, now with a full head of white hair and aged appearance, they didn’t doubt for a moment that if An Yiqing’s death were confirmed, he would likely pass away without hesitation.

Just then, heavy and slow footsteps echoed from outside the hall, and Ye Chenghong walked in with his hands behind his back, his hair stark white.

"S-Sect Brother? You’ve come out!"

Nie Shan rubbed his eyes in disbelief, startled yet delighted as he stared at Ye Chenghong before him.

"Sect Brother, how is your health? Are you hungry? Is there anywhere you feel unwell? Forget it—I’ll go to the kitchen and ask Master Zhang to prepare some food!"

With these words, Nie Shan turned on his heels, bustling toward the door.

Just then, Ye Chenghong, who had remained silent until now, suddenly called him back.

"Xiao Shan, come back and sit down. I have something to say."

Ye Chenghong’s voice was hoarse, like a rusty spring that hadn’t been oiled for years, its grating sound making it difficult to hear without discomfort.

Nie Shan obediently returned to his seat, joining the four elders to await Ye Chenghong’s words.

"Xiao Qing is missing. These past half-months, the blow I’ve suffered has been immense. The responsibilities of the Medicine Sect must rely on all of you, Brothers."

"Sect Leader Brother, what are you saying? This is what we should do; how could you be polite with us?" The Great Elder retorted, dissatisfied.

"Exactly! We’ve been brothers since childhood; there’s no need for formalities. Sect Leader Brother, we understand your feelings, but you must take care of your health." The Second Elder advised sincerely.

Ye Chenghong smiled bitterly, shaking his head, his eyes filled with sorrow and worry.

"Twenty years ago, I experienced the despair of losing a loved one, and now I face the heartache of losing a cherished disciple. These past half-months, I’ve been constantly reflecting: we martial cultivators pursue the peak of strength, seek immortality. But without the ones we love, what meaning do these pursuits hold? When I learned of Girl Qing’s accident, my first thought was my own incompetence—that I failed to protect the disciple I raised from childhood!"