Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 274: I’m Just a Doctor, Not a Deity

Chapter 274: Chapter 274: I’m Just a Doctor, Not a Deity

Hearing these words, Qi Yu’s grip on her teacup slightly faltered.

She couldn’t answer this question either.

The illness plaguing Liu Wensheng was difficult to treat, yet not impossible.

It was, as Mo Qingshan had described, an ailment without a root.

If that root could be found, a cure would naturally follow.

But if it remained elusive, there was a chance it might never be cured.

After a moment of contemplation, Qi Yu said softly, "The Empress has been poisoning him for years, his very foundation is nearly destroyed. Although it’s not impossible to heal him, it certainly won’t be easy."

She didn’t rule out hope entirely, but neither could she afford to give false hope without cause.

This was the mercy of a doctor, although it might sound a bit cold.

After all, doctors weren’t deities; they could only do their best.

Feng Yue remained silent for a while before looking at her with eyes full of hope, "But I heard that you saved the life of the Prince."

Qi Yu simply smiled, "And how do you know it was me who saved him?"

The rumors in the capital city always portrayed her as a blessing from heaven, the only reason the Prince was brought back from death’s door.

However, no one ever mentioned her medical skills.

That kind of talk was just gossip for leisure time, never to be taken seriously.

Feng Yue pressed his lips together before saying, "This morning, I saw you at Yongchun Hall."

Qi Yu then understood with a clear "Oh".

So, he had been following them in secret.

In that case, he must have overheard the conversation she had with Liu Wensheng.

No wonder he looked so deeply worried.

Qi Yu went back to her recliner, pouring herself another cup of tea and spoke slowly, "I am just a doctor, not a deity."

Whether a person could be saved depended on the nature of their illness and if there was still a chance for recovery.

Feng Yue naturally grasped the subtext of her words, his eyes that were once glistening grew dim again shortly.

An hour later, Mo Qingshan walked out of the house.

Feng Yue promptly raised his head and asked anxiously, "Elder Mo, how is my junior brother’s condition?"

Mo Qingshan had just emerged from the dark interior, his eyes not yet adjusted to the brightness outside, and was startled by the sudden voice of a man.

"Who are you?"

It was then that Feng Yue realized his hastiness and said solemnly, "I am Feng Yue."

"Feng Yue?" Mo Qingshan stroked his beard, feeling that the name sounded familiar, but couldn’t recall where he had heard it.

Such forgetfulness was common at his age.

He didn’t dwell on it, satisfied that the man wasn’t a criminal.

After taking a sip of tea, he finally said, "Your junior brother’s sickness is difficult to treat. I have spoken to him as well. It seems to me that his will to live is not very strong."

Feng Yue’s expression fell, and he lowered his head, "Difficult or not, I hope you will think of more ways to save him."

But Mo Qingshan just shook his head calmly, "You only heard half of what I said. Whether it’s difficult or not is for me to worry about. Since you are his senior brother, you should encourage him to do everything he can to survive, rather than to give up."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yue’s eyes lost focus, as if he was recalling something, yet also seemed utterly bewildered.

Mo Qingshan did not expect him to articulate a response, feeling he had done his duty by saying what needed to be said.

He then went to the pharmacy to prepare medicine, leaving Qi Yu and Feng Yue alone in the back yard.

Qi Yu tossed aside her book and stood up, saying to Feng Yue, "Don’t just stand there outside; you look so weary it tires me to watch. Come inside and take a seat."

She knew that Feng Yue was distressed and his mind in disarray from his concerns.

Only by bringing up Liu Wensheng could he truly listen.

Indeed, as soon as he heard he was to enter the room, Feng Yue immediately looked up, his expression tense and his voice tinged with dejection, "But Little Liuliu doesn’t want to see me."

Qi Yu inwardly sighed, thinking that these two really were disciples from the same sect, both so stubborn.

Without further ado, she pushed him into the room and spoke in a calm voice, "Find a stool and sit down, listen to what I have to say."

Feng Yue did as he was told, but his gaze remained fixed on Liu Wensheng, who was still in a coma on the bed.

Qi Yu poured him a cup of tea and gestured with her chin, "Drink."

Feng Yue remained motionless, like a piece of wood.

Qi Yu shook her head, feeling helpless, "If you don’t take care of yourself, who will take care of him?"

Her words struck a chord in Feng Yue. He pursed his lips, picked up the teacup, and gulped down the still-warm tea.

He was like a robot, carrying out whatever command was given to him.

Not doing a single unnecessary thing, not saying a single unnecessary word.

Qi Yu snapped her fingers to bring him back to reality before slowly beginning, "Why did he want you to leave?"

Feng Yue spoke hoarsely, "Because he didn’t want to see me."

Qi Yu laughed, "If he didn’t want to see you, why would he allow you to follow him all this way?"

This time, Feng Yue hesitated, not responding immediately.

Qi Yu wasn’t in a rush and drank her tea while waiting for him to slowly unravel the situation on his own.

Many things in the world are clear to onlookers but confusing to those directly involved.

Not because those involved are blinded, unable to see the other’s feelings.

But because they are afraid to confront the answer.

After a long while, Feng Yue slowly said, "Because he doesn’t actually mind seeing me, he’s just afraid of holding me back."

Qi Yu nodded in satisfaction.

How wonderful, even the blockhead had a breakthrough.

Liu Wensheng’s martial arts skills were high. If he wanted to shake off Feng Yue, it would just take moments.

To go to an extreme, by simply injuring him to the point of disability, wouldn’t he be unable to follow him anymore?

But he only said so without taking any action.

Such behavior is tantamount to a silent agreement.

Finally confronting his inner turmoil, Feng Yue’s brows relaxed, and his tone became more resolute, "From now on, I won’t leave him for a single step."

Qi Yu wasn’t entirely clear about the intricacies of their relationship, but she understood that fate was a precious thing.

Liu Wensheng had been searching for him for ten years, never once contemplating giving up, never once harboring the thought that this person might no longer be in this world.

Because Feng Yue was his last attachment on earth, as long as he didn’t find him, he would keep searching.

Feng Yue’s eyes revealed a hint of pain as he suddenly got up and walked slowly to the bedside. Looking at the pale face lying there, he felt as if his heart had been scooped out, the cold wind pouring straight into the void.

It was so cold that he shivered.

He carefully observed the unfamiliar face covered by the Human Skin Mask for a long time, as if trying to see through the mask to the person’s original appearance.

In that moment, he became acutely aware that the person who had always followed behind him was gone.

But so what, he was no longer the person he used to be either.

Luckily, they had found each other again.

In the future, they wouldn’t be separated again.

Seeing that his emotions had stabilized, Qi Yu left the room.

There were some things she didn’t want to ask, not because she wasn’t curious, but because it wasn’t the right time.

She looked up at the sky, the lingering glow of the sunset casting a soft radiance over the entire Prince Residence.

As she was admiring the ever-changing clouds, Chunlan suddenly came running over in a hurry and said to her, "Princess, Miss Song has arrived."