In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me! Chapter 198: Unsettled Undercurrents

As they spoke, Gongsun Xing had already removed all the silver needles embedded in Shang Qinghua’s body.

Shang Qinghua felt a warm sensation spreading through every spot that had been pierced by the needles.

It was precisely this warmth that continuously resisted the cold poison within his body.

From the bottom of his heart, he said, "Thank you, Gongsun Xing."

Gongsun Xing waved his hand indifferently.

He was a doctor; curing illnesses and saving lives was his profession, and there was nothing worth thanking him for.

"This cold poison in your body will probably follow you for your entire life. Mm, though perhaps not entirely. If you can find soone with extrely high martial arts who is willing to give you their primordial yin, the cold poison in your body will naturally transfer into the.. When that person later bears your flesh and blood, that cold poison will beco the child’s innate qi. That would also be considered a good thing. It’s just that such matters ultimately depend on fate."

Hearing Gongsun Xing once again bring up matters about sex, Yue Mingxuan could not help but blush and said, "When you say extrely high martial arts, just how high does that have to be? I don’t really believe that sothing like this can be used to cure illnesses."

Gongsun Xing glanced at Yue Mingxuan and said, "Do you know about the chamber arts in health preservation? Can you say that the chamber arts are without reason? All things under heaven follow the mutual generation of the five elents. Harmonizing yin and yang is the proper path."

Yue Mingxuan nodded, but still felt that sothing was off in his heart.

In his mind, matters about sex should stem from genuine feelings.

What Gongsun Xing described carried a hint of treating illness, which made him feel uncomfortable in so indescribable way.

Gongsun Xing looked at Yue Mingxuan and knew that he would not be able to fully understand it in a short ti, so he did not force the issue. He rely said, "You’re still young. It’s fine if you don’t understand this kind of principle yet. Once you understand human affairs, you’ll naturally co to realize it."

Yue Mingxuan nodded and did not say anything further.

Gongsun Xing instructed the palace servants to pour out all the water from the pot, then fished out Shang Qinghua, whose skin had turned pale from soaking.

He casually wrapped him in a blanket and tossed him onto the soft couch beside Rong Qinglei’s bed.

Yue Mingxuan looked sowhat worriedly at the two n who were now very close to each other and said, "Gongsun Xing, is this really okay?"

Gongsun Xing shrugged. "Anyway, I’m not willing to run back and forth. If they don’t want to treat them, they don’t have to co to . It’s not like all the doctors under heaven are dead."

Yue Mingxuan felt a little helpless.

Thinking of patients in his previous life who would wait an entire night just to register for an expert appointnt and willing to sleep in the corridor just to see the chief doctor, he couldn’t help but sigh.

dical skill, whether in ancient tis or modern tis, really did carry weight everywhere...

Rong Qinglei had originally been waiting for Yue Mingxuan to return so he could act spoiled a little and cultivate their feelings.

Who would have thought that Gongsun Xing would throw him a huge light bulb instead?

And this light bulb was Shang Qinghua.

What was most infuriating was that this man wasn’t even wearing clothes.

However, thinking of Gongsun Xing ntioning that Yue Mingxuan would later join the Silver Needle Sect, he forcibly endured it. "Mingxuan, it’s fine. This way, I can also reminisce a bit with Prince Shang."

Reminisce?

Yue Mingxuan looked at Rong Qinglei suspiciously.

How did he not know that there was any past between these two worth reminiscing over?

From Yue Mingxuan’s expression alone, Shang Qinghua could roughly guess what he was thinking.

He shot him an annoyed glance and then simply closed his eyes, choosing out of sight, out of mind.

Seeing that neither of them raised any objections, Gongsun Xing said to Yue Mingxuan, "Yue Mingxuan, there’s nothing much to do here now. I’ll keep an eye on the two of them, so you should go back and get so rest."

Although he was still sowhat worried about Shang Qinghua, seeing that Gongsun Xing was present, Yue Mingxuan nodded. "Alright, then I’ll head back."

After Yue Mingxuan left, the gentle expression Gongsun Xing had been maintaining vanished without a trace.

He stretched lazily and said to the two n on the bed, "During the treatnt period, you’d both better put away any little sches you have. I trust you both understand that excessive worrying harms the body. If it affects the treatnt results, that’s sothing neither of you would want to see."

Shang Qinghua and Rong Qinglei exchanged a glance, but neither of them spoke.

Seeing that the two of them were stable for the mont, Gongsun Xing also departed from Chengqian Hall shortly afterward.

As soon as Yue Mingxuan returned to his own courtyard, he was hugged tightly by a petite figure. "Brother, brother, I was worried sick about you. You’re finally back!"

The clear and bell like voice belonged to none other than Miaojue.

Once he recognized who it was, he could not help but be startled. "Miaojue, how did you end up in the imperial palace?"

Taking a closer look at her attire, he realized she was dressed in the standard uniform of a palace maid.

Seeing Yue Mingxuan return safely, Sui He was also visibly excited, but with Miaojue present, she had to restrain herself.

"Master, this person was sent over by Steward Wang, who manages the palace maids... Master, do you know her?"

Miaojue stuck out her tongue and said, "I was too worried about Brother, so I asked Big Brother to find a way to let enter the palace."

Hearing Miaojue say this, Yue Mingxuan’s heart tightened.

Had the personnel control within the Beirong palace already beco so lax that even a gang leader could casually insert soone inside? Or was it that what he knew so far was rely the tip of the iceberg when it ca to Tang Lubao’s true influence?