“Yangfeng, let me help.”
Shang Bieye helped Yan Xinmeng up and tossed the pill from Wu Yangfeng’s hand into his own mouth. After biting it a few times, he pressed his lips against Yan Xinmeng’s, trying his best to transfer the medicine into her mouth. Seeing that the medicine had successfully entered her mouth, Wu Yangfeng still looked grave because he had no confidence in curing her. When he took her pulse, he found her condition was exactly the same as Nie Kuang’s when he was poisoned by snake venom. After settling Yan Xinmeng on the bed, Shang Bieye asked Wu Yangfeng, “What do we do now?” Wu Yangfeng shook his head silently. “Impossible! How could there be a disease you can’t cure?” Shang Bieye exclaimed excitedly. “Bieye, don’t be like this,” Bu Yuchen held him back. “Because the poison she has is the same as Nie Kuang’s, and we don’t have a second Nine Revolutions Revitalizing Pill,” Wu Yangfeng explained helplessly. Hearing this, Shang Bieye slumped powerlessly into a chair. “Nine Revolutions Revitalizing Pill… Nine Revolutions Revitalizing Pill…” he muttered. “Yangfeng, is there really no way?” Bu Yuchen was also at a loss seeing Shang Bieye like this. Wu Yangfeng looked at Bu Yuchen with sorrow, “If possible, I would trade my life for hers.” “Yangfeng, you…” Bu Yuchen didn’t expect Wu Yangfeng to say that, seeing an unknown emotion in his eyes. However, Shang Bieye, who was beside them, didn’t hear what Wu Yangfeng said because he was completely lost in his own thoughts. “Sigh, you two stay here and watch over her! Little Potato, let’s go downstairs to prepare some food for them so they can have the strength to take care of your master’s wife,” Bu Yuchen patted Little Potato on the shoulder.
Days went by, and Shang Bieye and Wu Yangfeng tirelessly cared for Yan Xinmeng, but her breathing grew slower and showed no signs of improvement. On the seventh night, both men sat in silence, staring at the person on the bed, as this might be her last day. “Xinmeng, Xinmeng,” Shang Bieye called softly, but she did not wake. Wu Yangfeng walked over to them, his heart as pained as Shang Bieye’s, but he could only watch in silence. “Xinmeng, wake up!” Shang Bieye said almost in tears, “Xinmeng, say something! You always loved teasing me, why aren’t you talking now?” “Yangfeng, come here and see if Xinmeng is asleep?” Shang Bieye insisted on getting an answer from Wu Yangfeng. But at this moment, Wu Yangfeng’s grief was no less than his own; how could he speak?
