Chapter 236: Sticking to one’s guns, a pessimistic situation (1/2)

Chapter 236: Sticking to one’s guns, a pessimistic situation

Long Tianmo was awake?

It was hard to determine an unconscious person’s identity, but much easier to do so when the person was awake.

“Lead the way, this prince will know if he’s the real one after a few questions!” Qinwang Rong was very worried. As the person who knew Long Tianmo better than anyone else present, he was the one who had the most right to talk. Everyone hurried towards the consultation hall. When the consultation had been delayed, Long Tianmo was sent to a room in the back courtyard of the hall. But they’d hardly reached that courtyard before they heard Long Tianmo’s agonized screams. Everyone was shocked and quickened their steps except for Han Yunxi, who came to an abrupt halt.

Seeing this, Gu Beiyue stopped as well and asked quietly, “What is it?”

Han Yunxi didn’t reply, but stood with her eyes lowered as if wholly absorbed in something. It was unknown what she was thinking about.

“It’s nothing,” she said, before continuing on her way.

Inside the courtyard, Qinwang Rong had already pushed the doors aside and charged into the room. Long Tianmo was tossing and turning on the bed, his sweat soaking through the white robes on his body. His face was pale and bloodless, his expression ferocious and filled with horror. It seemed like he was suffering some unimaginable pain.

“Mo’er! Mo’er!” Qinwang Rong suddenly strode towards the bed. But no matter how much he shouted, Long Tianmo didn’t react. He didn’t even seem to notice that Qinwang Rong was by his side.

In truth, he wasn’t truly conscious. His eyes would fly open at random intervals before squeezing shut. He kept on wailing mournfully, his cries gradually weakening from lack of energy, not despair.

“What’s going on?” Lady Lianxin asked the medical assistant sternly.

“He started saying that it hurt not long after he woke up, before he ended up like this. The pain became too much for him to speak properly,” the attending assistant said hurriedly.

Pain?

At this point, it didn’t matter whether the person before them was real or a fake. Saving him was more important! Besides Qinwang Rong, everyone else present at the scene was a doctor. Though they couldn’t diagnose his specific ailment, they could tell his situation was pessimistic. There was a limit to how much pain the human body could take. It wasn’t unknown for people to simply die from too much pain. Without a word, Third Elder stepped forward and prepared to take Long Tianmo’s pulse.

With Third Elder taking the lead, everyone else behind him could relax. As a seventh-ranked Sage Doctor and one of only three such doctors in the medical academy and Cloud Realm Continent, he was far ahead of Luo Zuishan and Xi Yubo despite being only one rank higher. Silence descended upon the room as everyone watched on anxiously. Han Yunxi stood at the very back, her arms crossed in front of her chest as she leaned against the wall. Ever since she came into the room, her line of sight had been fixated on Long Tianmo’s body without a break. Unknown to her, Gu Beiyue had kept his gaze on her without shifting the entire time as well.

Heaven knew how much pain Long Tianmo was in. Just then, he’d been tossing and turning uncontrollably while his hands thrashed, but now his movements were getting smaller and smaller. It seemed that he was running out of energy. Still, when Third Elder pulled over his hand, he suddenly whipped it out of the way and started writhing about with renewed strength. Third Elder clasped his hands together and stopped.

Seeing this, Qinwang Rong hurried forward and pressed down on Long Tianmo’s arm. But this seemed to touch a tender spot, because Long Tianmo suddenly thrashed out with his hand with enough force to push Qinwang Rong back a few steps. Qinwang Rong came from a military background and had quite the hand strength, but Long Tianmo was plenty strong as he was a practitioner of martial arts, too. Qinwang Rong was about to try again when Third Elder ordered with a serious face, “Don’t touch him anymore. Prepare a large dose of Numbing Soup1, quickly!”

A Sage Doctor was still a Sage Doctor. Mere medical assistants lacked the qualifications to work as his helpers, so the fifth-rank Divine Doctor, Lady Lianxin, personally prepared the decoction. But it was at this moment that the silent Han Yunxi spoke up.

“Third Elder, that’s wrong! You mustn’t!”

All heads looked over at the one who said those words. Third Elder didn’t seem pleased at being rejected, but he was a person of noble character and high prestige who commanded universal respect. No sign of his feelings were shown on his face as he looked upon Han Yunxi with interest.

Lady Lianxin was far less well-tempered, her gaze filled with loathing as she demanded impatiently, “Han Yunxi, what nonsense are you spewing? Can’t you see this is an emergency? Why are you adding to the chaos?”

Only then did Han Yunxi walk over, her face serious. “Numbing Soup won’t give him any peace, much less stop the pain. He’s been poisoned with an extremely strong toxin.”

Her profession made it customary for her to be cool with her tone when talking about an ailment. Her entire being was filled with authority, emanating a serious air that was difficult to counter. Gu Beiyue was long used to this type of Han Yunxi. In fact, he liked it best when she was self-confident and solemn. But everyone else at the medical academy had turned stupefied, including the little medical assistant on the side.