Hurriedly carrying the suddenly comatose Bi Xia back ho, Ji Qiutang shouted at the butler, "Where’s the doctor?!"
The butler looked at the young man held in Ji Qiutang’s arms and was montarily stunned. "Doctor Li is on the way."
"What kind of doctor is this Li!" Ji Qiutang’s deanor now had completely changed from his previous gentle and refined manner, cursing in a low voice. He turned to Wei Ming, "Call Wen Jing."
Wei Ming frowned, "Wen Jing can’t co from Beijing, you’re better off..."
"Wen Jing just arrived in Qing City yesterday."
Upon hearing Ji Qiutang, Wei Ming didn’t hesitate and imdiately picked up the phone to dial a number. As a drowsy and extrely sleepy voice ca from the other side, Wei Ming coldly said, "It’s Wei Ming. I’m at Ji Qiutang’s house in Qing City, get here quickly, sothing’s happened!"
"Damn! You’re at Ji Qiutang’s place?! You guys haven’t started fighting again, have you?" The other side suddenly woke up, ready to ask more, but Wei Ming had already hung up. The young man stared blankly at the disconnected phone, "Damn it! You better be careful, or I won’t co!"
Muttering, he imdiately got up to get dressed. Damn it, I really don’t dare not to go.
Looking at Bi Xia’s pale face and weakened breathing, Wei Ming’s heart was anxious. His eyes suddenly widened, "Why is the spiritual power disappearing?!"
Ji Qiutang’s expression also darkened, "I just knew it!"
"Xu Yushi must have entered Little Nine’s spiritual sea, intending to erode it, but was unexpectedly stopped, yet still hard Little Nine’s spiritual sea!"
Upon hearing Ji Qiutang, Wei Ming didn’t think twice, raised his hand to touch Bi Xia’s forehead, intending to transfer spiritual power inside.
"Are you crazy!" Ji Qiutang shouted, slapping Wei Ming’s hand away and glaring at him, "If you want to die, don’t die in my house!"
"You just warded off that attack for Bi Xia, your spiritual power must be spent now. If you use it again, don’t bla for not saving you!"
Hearing Ji Qiutang, Wei Ming sneered, "Don’t pretend to be kind here. How my spiritual power was lost, wouldn’t you know? Didn’t I owe it all to you?"
Ji Qiutang’s expression turned cold; he was silent for a mont, then turned his head slightly, speaking softly, "Stay here and watch over Bi Xia. I’ll go check on Wen Jing’s arrival."
Wei Ming replied in a detached tone, "Don’t worry, I’m not taking up your space. I’ll call Beijing soon; if Wen Jing can’t help, I’ll take Little Nine to Beijing for treatnt."
"No need to go to Beijing; I have everything here," Ji Qiutang lowered his gaze, standing at the door.
"No need," Wei Ming raised his hand to touch Bi Xia’s forehead, "Our brother, we’ll save him ourselves."
Taking a deep breath, Ji Qiutang turned to Wei Ming, "Little Eight, Bi Xia is also my Little Nine brother."
"No!" Wei Ming abruptly stood up, glaring at Ji Qiutang with hatred, "Since that day, you are no longer my Second Brother!"
"..." Ji Qiutang opened his mouth, finally sighed helplessly, and with a calm face, he said, "Suit yourself."
As he turned to leave, he added, "Don’t take Bi Xia away, for his own good. As for telling Qin Zhan, I advise you not to. If you don’t want him to go mad and cause trouble with the Beijing Xu Family, just conceal this incident. I promise, Little Nine will wake up."
Looking at Ji Qiutang’s departing figure with complex emotions, Wei Ming sat silently at the bedside, quietly watching the comatose young man, suddenly smiling bitterly, "I really didn’t expect you to recognize all your siblings without introductions, even... Second Brother acknowledged you. Now... just missing Third Brother..."
Third Brother... Wei Ming turned his gaze around the room, examining every corner, surprised to find it was Ji Qiutang’s own room.
Wei Ming’s bitter smile deepened, Oh, Third Brother, if you saw this, you’d surely be shocked. This invincible neat freak actually allowed soone else to live in his room...
The sudden ring of a phone interrupted Wei Ming’s thoughts. Shocked, he hastily took out his phone and silenced it. Upon seeing the contact na, he froze.
Glancing at Bi Xia, then at his phone, the display of ’Big Brother Fourth’ felt like a relentless death knell.
Wei Ming stared expressionlessly at the ceiling. Speaking of the devil, there he is. This Fourth Brother really shouldn’t be ntioned.
Ah, ah, ah!!! How am I going to explain to Fourth Brother that his dear Little Nine Brother is unconscious now!!!
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