Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 273: Why are you hiding here?

Chapter 273: Chapter 273: Why are you hiding here?

Mo Qingshan had only heard of Liu Wensheng’s renowned name, but this was the first time he had seen the man.

He carefully examined his face, which was covered by a human skin mask. Although he couldn’t discern his features, his bone structure was still quite good.

He yawned and pointed to a small hut nearby, "Go in and wait."

Liu Wensheng entered silently.

Once Mo Qingshan sobered up, his mind gradually cleared, and he asked Qi Yu, "Why do you want to save him?"

This man was in the service of the Empress and had even tried to kill her before.

Mo Qingshan truly could not think of any reason why she would forgive past grievances and insist on saving this man.

Moreover, if it weren’t for a very tricky disease, Qi Yu surely wouldn’t have someone fetch him from the Imperial Palace.

Qi Yu couldn’t quite say why, but the one thing she was sure of was that Liu Wensheng was not a bad person.

She pursed her lips, found an excuse, and said to Mo Qingshan, "I want to know what exactly the Empress is up to."

Mo Qingshan stroked his beard and didn’t question the truth behind her words.

Right now, saving the man was more important.

He had always been keen to solve various complicated conditions. When he heard from Qi Yu that Liu Wensheng’s body contained six types of poison, he became intensely interested in him.

Since starting his medical career, Mo Qingshan had loved to study various challenging diseases. Indelicately speaking, that was part of the joy of being a doctor.

Mo Qingshan entered the room, closed the door, and then ignored everything outside.

He carefully examined Liu Wensheng’s pulse and furrowed his brow for the first time.

After a while, he said gravely, "I heard from that girl about your condition, but I didn’t realize that your body was fundamentally ruined."

Liu Wensheng kept his eyes lowered, silent.

Having suffered from his illnesses for over a decade, he was naturally more aware of his condition than anyone else.

After taking his pulse, Mo Qingshan pulled out several silver needles and inserted them into Liu Wensheng’s thin arms.

After a while, he removed the needles and, pointing to the blackened base of the needles, said solemnly, "Those poisons have already seeped into your marrow and fused with your blood."

Upon hearing this, Liu Wensheng felt no turbulence within, only his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Mo Qingshan sighed and said slowly, "I have always believed that every disease has a ’root’, but perhaps my skills are lacking. I looked deeply, and your illness is indeed difficult to treat because it is a rootless disease."

Liu Wensheng had seen many masters sigh deeply after diagnosing his pulse. Sometimes he even doubted if he would live much longer, but years had passed, and he had still clung to life for over two decades.

Hearing this, he simply lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice, "Senior, speak freely."

Mo Qingshan took a brush and a piece of paper, and vigorously wrote down a prescription on the pristine paper, his handwriting as dramatic as a flying dragon and dancing phoenix, seeming quite free-spirited.

With a stern face, along with his white hair and long beard, he looked quite the part of a transcendent hermit.

Liu Wensheng was momentarily stunned by his appearance.

A desire uncontrollably surged within him.

Perhaps, there was a chance his illness could be cured.

But as Mo Qingshan wrote, he said, "One must prescribe the right remedy for the symptoms. I dare not make a hasty judgment about your illness, I can only provide a prescription for now to alleviate the chilling aspect of your condition."

Upon hearing this, the spark in Liu Wensheng’s eyes dimmed, and his hopeful heart sank back to silence.

He accepted the prescription, his tone sincere, "Thank you, Senior."

Mo Qingshan waved his hand, "Why be so polite, we are just getting started. This illness of yours, we can only take one step at a time. Now, I will start by using needles to control the cold and toxic energies within your body."

Liu Wensheng’s expression paused slightly, "Then I have to trouble you, Senior."

The last time he was pricked by needles, it had been in Evil Valley.

At that time, Qi Yu had first treated the rotten flesh from the burns on his back before starting to administer the acupuncture.

To him, this pain was nothing.

But he didn’t know if it was because the dense and intense pain was too much to bear, whenever he thought of that scene, his already battered body couldn’t help but shudder.

Mo Qingshan pointed to a small bed nearby and had him take off his shirt, then lie face down.

Liu Wensheng did as told, and as soon as the silver needle pierced his skin, he passed out.

Outside the door, Qi Yu found a shady spot to lie down and read a storybook.

By her side, a maid had just brewed some tea and brought out a plate of freshly baked pastries.

She counted the time, knowing it was still a while before the acupuncture would end, so she contentedly lay there like a salted fish.

Suddenly, she heard a rustling noise nearby, raised her eyebrows slightly, silently closed the storybook, then stood up and said to the person hiding in the corner, "Come out."

She wasn’t afraid of this person attacking her, as he didn’t emanate any killing intent, but actually seemed somewhat clumsy.

He couldn’t even hide well and had given himself away.

After a while, a man in black emerged silently from the corner.

Qi Yu hadn’t seen this man before; she glanced him over, her gaze lingering a little longer on the silver mask covering half of his face.

Feng Yue hadn’t expected to be exposed so soon; he had wanted to hide a bit longer.

He wasn’t afraid of being discovered, but he feared that Liu Wensheng would be angry if he found out about his actions.

Seeing him standing there with his head hung low, like a dog that had lost its home, Qi Yu suddenly felt a wave of sympathy and asked, "Who are you?"

Feng Yue simply uttered his name and glanced toward the locked room door, "I am Little Liuliu’s senior brother."

"Senior brother?" Qi Yu found that somewhat strange, wondering if it was another sect.

And, Little Liuliu?

That nickname was a bit too peculiar.

Could the ruthless demon Liu Wensheng really accept such a feeble nickname?

But Feng Yue did not respond to her query.

Qi Yu didn’t mind; nowadays, who doesn’t have secrets?

However, she was still very curious about another matter, "Why are you hiding here?"

This time, Feng Yue grimly responded, "Little Liuliu doesn’t want me to follow him."

Qi Yu almost burst out laughing, "Aren’t you the senior brother? Why do you listen to him so much?"

Feng Yue kept his head down, saying nothing.

Qi Yu gave him an understanding look, ah, another taciturn type.

Seeing that he was harmless, she went back to her lounge chair and even warmly gestured toward an empty chair beside her, saying to Feng Yue, "Sit here for a while, he won’t be out anytime soon."

Feng Yue shook his head, choosing not to sit down.

Standing there like a wooden stake, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on the room Liu Wensheng had entered earlier.

To the unknowing observer, he might be mistaken for a statue.

Qi Yu muttered to herself, deciding not to pour him tea after all; he probably wasn’t in the mood to drink it.

Feng Yue silently watched for a long time, then turned his head to Qi Yu, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Is Little Liuliu’s illness incurable?"