Chapter 489: Searching in all eight directions (2/2)

Long Feiye came to the brothel where Gu Qi Sha and Han Yunxi had last took refuge with Long Tianmo and Mu Qingwu in tow. By now, all of the guests had scattered from the building, leaving the old procuress, her girls, and a few little pageboys.

“Imperial Qin Uncle.”

“Your Highness Duke of Qin!”

Everyone greeted him, all of them eager to know what was going on. Long Feiye had rushed all the way back while still sporting serious internal injuries. Right now, his blood qi was churning wildly between his inner organs, causing blood to constantly well up in his throat. Only willpower made him successfully force it back down. His complexion was ashen white, his face cold and penetrating. He ignored the crowd and ordered his guards to surround the brothel and search carefully. Then he stepped inside himself and carefully inspected room after room. Even the storerooms and receiving halls weren’t spared from scrutiny. Seeing this, Long Tianmo and the rest all followed suit to search various rooms of the brothel.

Unlike the noisy stomping of soldiers from before, they were nothing if not quiet, their movements careful and attentive. They were afraid to startle the snake in the grass. The tense atmosphere gradually suffused to fill the entire brothel, but the two people in the corner room on the third floor were oblivious to everything happening outside. They had just managed to catch their breath.

Han Yunxi had finally finished treating all the wounds on Gu Qishao’s back. Because he’d been injured in too many places, it took quite some time. More over, five of the places needed individual stitches. Fortunately, her movements were quick and her blood-staunching medicine of excellent quality. She prevented him from losing too much blood. Of course, Gu Qishao’s physical state was very good, which helped. She had expended quite some effort to bind his wounds because they were so tiny and so numerous. In the end, she ended up using medical adhesive to keep the gauze in place, then bandaged the whole thing over with another layer of bandages to protect the wounds from any external aggravation. Once that was done, Gu Qishao’s normally well built physique resembled nothing more than a fat, lumpy zongzi.

When everything was finally done, Han Yunxi exhaled and patted the zongzi. “Hey, your constitution’s above average. I thought you’d black out before I finished the treatment.”

“Heheh, what do little wounds like this count for? Even a few more stab wounds wouldn’t kill me,” Gu Qishao feigned a boast with his tone.

Han Yunxi snorted. As she saw it, Gu Qishao was already at his limit. If this fellow didn’t die from blood loss with his ‘few more stab wounds,’ then he’d definitely be a freak. She cleaned up her medical pouch and the various bloodied objects before saying, “I heard you were the foster son of the medical academy’s head elder, raised up on nothing but medicine. Is that true?”

Gu Qishao’s eyes flashed with momentary hatred before he joked, “Why else would I have such an excellent constitution?” He was about to turn over at those words, but Han Yunxi lightly pressed him down.

“You’re not allowed to move about!”

“These wounds will heal within two days at the soonest, you shouldn’t thrash about. There’s just too many of them, so even slight movements can aggravate the injury. If you lose any more blood, even the medical academy’s head elder won’t be able to save you.” Han Yunxi’s tone was very strict as she tucked him under the covers.

“Fine, fine, I’ll just lie around for two days,” Gu Qishao was secretly pleased. He’d rather Han Yunxi tell him to lie down for ten days to half a month so she could stay by his side. Of course, he knew they couldn’t stay here long, but he figured that Long Feiye was already gone with Duanmu Yao. The skills of the imperial guard and Chu Xifeng alone would probably have them sweeping this place again tomorrow at the earliest.

That was perfect, because he could stay alone with his Poison lass overnight in this room. He still had to explain to her about the Broomcorn Millet Poison’s antidote!

Once Han Yunxi had made sure Gu Qishao would keep still, she got off the bed, planning to pour him some hot water before she went to find them some food. She didn’t want to go home all that soon. There were some questions she had to ask him—for example, why did he have two identities? Could he help her find the person who bought the last portion of antidote to Broomcorn Millet Poison? And just what was the great enmity he held against Medical City? He had so much medical talent and spent so much time establishing Pill Fiend Valley, so why did he prefer to be vicious instead of kind? Moreover, she still remembered how he’d saved her when Jun Yixie’s Poison Humans had kidnapped her. He had to have a motive back then as well.

But as soon as she got off the bed, Gu Qishao noticed the arrow wound on her other shoulder! Previously, the two had been too busy hiding from the black-robed man to notice. Then Han Yunxi had spent all her time kneeling in front of her, making it impossible for him to notice the injury. She herself had been too focused on his wounds to relax until now, so she’d long forgotten about the pain. She hadn’t even noticed that she was still undressed. Now she was getting off the bed barefoot to pour water. Gu Qishao had no more interest in admiring her collarbones or jade-like feet now.

When he saw her cold and serious little face, a mixture of complex emotions welled up in his heart. Ever since his jokes had made her red-eyed, she’d been nothing but stern and calm. Her coolheadedness had made her completely forget about her own injury.

Once Han Yunxi came back with the water, she tasted a sip to test its temperature, then offered it to Gu Qishao. He suddenly sat up, earning her shock and ire.

“What are you doing?!”

“Be good, don’t move!”

Gu Qishao lightly stroked the injury on her shoulder, but it was then that someone kicked open the door!