Chapter 70: We Have Shared Tribulations, After All (3)

Still, it was due to excessive blood loss!

Zui Qingfeng, terrified that this answer would displease Feng Shang, nervously struggled and continued to check Chang Geyue's pulse.

Unconscious in her slumber, Chang Geyue felt as though a pair of iron pliers had clamped onto her pulse, bringing an indescribable, agonizing discomfort.

The longer Zui Qingfeng took to check her pulse, the more terrifying Feng Shang's expression became.

Steward Qin Qi was so frightened he didn't even dare to draw a full breath.

Zui Qingfeng cast a sidelong glance asking the two of them for help, only to be met by a pair of helpless expressions.

Zui Qingfeng was utterly speechless; his hand felt completely numb. After a long moment, he took a deep breath. "Ah-Shang, just put me out of my misery. Tell me what terminal illness you wish this woman had—any terminal illness you want her to have is fine!" Just stop scaring him to death like this, would you?

Although the Zui family was a renowned lineage of divine physicians, and their ancestral motto dictated that medical skills must never be used to harm others, for the sake of his sworn brother and his own fragile heart, he was willing to go all out!

"Name it! Whatever incurable disease you want this woman to have, Ah-Shang, I can make it happen for you!" By the end, Zui Qingfeng looked at Feng Shang with the resolve of a martyr ready to sacrifice his life for a righteous cause.

He hoped Feng Shang could perceive the deep, profound brotherhood in his sincerity and then, oh then, oh then... spare his poor heart!

Meanwhile, Qin Qi and Steward Qin Qi wore identical expressions of profound sympathy.

Had Young Master Zui lost his mind?

Feng Shang's countenance, however, grew even more gloomy and chilling. "This prince asked you what is wrong with her!"

Every single word from Feng Shang felt infinitely amplified in Zui Qingfeng's ears. Just as he felt he was being scared to the point of vomiting blood, Chang Geyue, lying on the bed, gently furrowed her brows and moaned as if entirely unconscious, "...Water..."

Feng Shang swiftly grabbed a cup of warm water that had just been prepared, strode over, violently shoved Zui Qingfeng aside with a single sweep, sat down on the edge of the bed, supported Chang Geyue with one arm, and held the cup to her lips.

However, Chang Geyue was completely unconscious; how could she possibly manage to drink any water?

Zui Qingfeng, who had just been shoved aside and suffered collateral damage simply for being in the way, felt as though a dead mouse had been shoved into his mouth. "Ah... Ah... Ah-Shang!"

Was that person just now really Ah-Shang?

The technique and the sheer force used to fling him aside were identical, but why on earth couldn't he comprehend his subsequent actions at all?

"Ah-Shang, you, you... this is utterly terrifying." Feng Shang actually cared about a woman?!

And this was the very same woman he had been gritting his teeth over just days ago, vowing to hack into a thousand pieces!

Zui Qingfeng felt his brain capacity was failing him. After a long pause, he said with a contemplative look, "Ah-Shang, do you feel that physical torment is not enough to avenge the loss of your chastity? Do you intend to make her fall in love with you and then dump her?!"

At this thought, Zui Qingfeng could not help but admire his own brilliance. Overcome with excitement, he hurried over to Feng Shang, slapped him squarely on the shoulder, and exclaimed triumphantly with a smug grin, "Brilliant strategy, Ah-Shang!"

Yet Feng Shang, holding the teacup carefully to avoid spilling water on Chang Geyue, endured the slap without moving so much as a fraction of an inch.

He merely swept his icy, murderous gaze across Zui Qingfeng's triumphant face. Subconsciously, Zui Qingfeng withdrew his hand, stammering tremulously, "Well, um... you, you don't need to worry, this woman only suffered excessive blood loss, that's all, that's all..." It won't interfere with your grand plan to toy with her!

Feng Shang stood up, cast a glance down at the still-unconscious Chang Geyue, his gaze flickering slightly, and then turned back to look coldly at Zui Qingfeng.