95 A Certain Demise (1/2)

”So only a family profession? I thought it was something you enjoyed doing, it should be easy to change.” Xue'er said reassuringly.

Li Yang did not know what to say, indeed it was a family profession, but he enjoys it as well. The feeling of saving a person was a moment he was proud to do. The feeling that his countless years of laborious studies and restless nights all amounted to life continuing to live. It was something that made him far happier than anything else he ever felt.

”If you enjoy saving people so much, then why do you cover your dagger in such a lethal poison?” Xue'er asked holding onto her wounded finger. Truly, she perhaps would have died if she was not already used to the effects.

”Let me take care of that.” Li Yang returned to his desk, opening many drawers before he found a strange brown pill and placed it into her hand.

As Xue'er received the pill, she held it in her hand, playing around it for a while. Her actions made it feel as though she was reluctant to swallow it.

Li Yang wanted to speak up and tell her that time was of the essence, and if she did not take it now, her blood may have well already coagulated in her body.

After a while of 'inspecting' it, Xue'er finally swallowed it.

She could have broken it in half, directly swallowing one of the halves, while crushing the other one in her fingers allowing it to seep into the wound.

How very interesting he was, to give her the correct antidote, yet not giving her the proper dosage. Did he want her to suffer, yet not die from the poison? Or was it that he himself did not know the proper dosage, believing the painful process was a part of the antidote?

”In that case, thank you physician Li.” Xue'er said with a bright smile.

”No worries.” He said as he cleared a chair, preparing to allow her to lay down as the pain passes.

Xue'er allowed him to guide her to the long chair made of wood. It was hard but had enough sturdiness to support a person's posture. Her body stretched onto the hardwood surface. A part of her skin touched the surface of the wood, making it so that she felt all the scratches and bumps that had accumulated over the years. Curling herself in a comfortable position and closing her eyes, she waited for the throbbing feeling in her veins to pass.

It was unknown how long she had closed her eyes, but when she opened them again, she could see Li Yang silently brewing a decoction of medicine. When he was in a concentrated state, he had the air of a scholar to him, the enclosed space prevented air from flowing around properly and caused the area to get stifled in heat. There were beads of sweat that flowed from his temples to his chin.

Seeing him in such concentration, Xue'er did not want to discourage him. But the smell that was coming from the decoctions told her that it was a prescription he designed himself in an attempt to save and possibly cure them.

Her gaze returned to the plain curtain, and a discontent expression appeared on her lips. She sat up to look at him.