Chapter 7: Bleeding from the Seven Orifices
Chapter 7: Bleeding from the Seven Orifices . . .
In the secluded confines of the Fragrant dicine Pavilion's courtyard, an intense gaze from Ye Hang was fixed upon Ye Yuan.
"Stinky brat, tell honestly, how did you identify it?" questioned Ye Hang, his expression a mix of sternness and curiosity.
Ye Yuan, t with his father's probing gaze, responded with a helpless look and said, "A wild guess."
"Hmph! I was nearly hoodwinked by you yesterday. Looks like you really are different than in the past. What Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python. I've never heard of it before this too. Just now, even if I personally diagnosed him, I'm afraid the results would be the sa as with Old Qian," Ye Hang remarked with a trace of self-reflection.
Recalling the recent events, Ye Hang couldn't shake off a certain unease. If not for Ye Yuan's unexpected insight, the distinguished reputation of the Fragrant dicine Pavilion might have been tarnished irreparably.
The brawny man, now healed, bore gratitude towards the Fragrant dicine Pavilion and Ye Yuan. What initially seed like a calamity had transford into a fortuitous turn of events, all thanks to Ye Yuan's exceptional discernnt.
In the aftermath, it beca apparent that the Fragrant dicine Pavilion's standing among demonic beast hunters would soar, reaping substantial benefits.
Surprisingly, Ye Yuan decided to play the oblivious card, teasing his father, "What? Even Lord Father doesn't know about this? I thought that with your attainnts in the Alchemy Dao, treating this sort of poison would be a piece of cake."
Ye Hang, instead of taking offense, responded with a self-mocking tone, "A piece of cake? Hehehe. Naturally, within this tiny State of Qin, I have so status. But outside of the State of Qin, I, your father, am nothing. What Alchemy Grandmaster? It's rely just crossing the threshold of the great path of Alchemy. The State of Qin is a well, and I am a frog in that well. It's just that I am a slightly larger frog. There are too many things I don't understand."
A surprising vulnerability surfaced in Ye Hang's deanor, leaving Ye Yuan sowhat taken aback. The robust and indomitable spirit that usually defined his father seed montarily replaced by an unfamiliar, desolate expression.
Ye Yuan, sensing the unspoken weight that Ye Hang had carried over the years for his son, felt a surge of emotions. His father had shielded him from the harsh realities, never revealing the internal struggles he faced.
Contemplating his past life's father, Zhengyang Zi, added another layer of complexity to Ye Yuan's feelings. Moved by this revelation, he couldn't bring himself to mock Ye Hang further. Instead, he spoke earnestly, "Father, I know what you want to ask. Actually, I also don't know what's going on. This ti around when I got poisoned and was on the verge of death, I t an expert in a dream. He imparted to both martial and alchemy techniques which were exceedingly profound. Initially, I thought it was just a dream, but after waking up, I discovered that I rembered clearly what happened in the dream. Furthermore, I could completely do it in reality. If it wasn't for that expert, with Father's ans, you probably wouldn't see again."
To shield his father from the harsh truth about his soul's transition, Ye Yuan wove a tale close enough to reality.
Ye Hang, upon hearing this, felt a wave of elation. An expert had taken an interest in his son, imparting profound knowledge in his dreams. Such an improbable occurrence filled Ye Hang with relief, and the taphorical boulder weighing on his heart seed to dissipate.
"That expert, did he say who he was? He saved my son's life. As a father, I've got to at least thank him," Ye Hang inquired, expressing a genuine desire to extend gratitude.
Ye Yuan, however, shook his head, saying, "That expert didn't reveal his na, neither did he say why he saved . He just said to properly comprehend the skills he imparted to . When the ti cos, he will naturally look for again."
"Then the next ti you see him, you must definitely give thanks to him on Father's behalf," Ye Hang insisted, a tinge of regret coloring his words.
Ye Yuan assured, "Of course. Father, I still have so matters on hand, so I will take my leave first."
Returning to the Fragrant dicine Pavilion, Ye Yuan instructed the shopkeeper, "In a while, if soone looks for , let him co to the manor at the east of the city. Additionally, here is a prescription. Help prepare the dicines."
anwhile, Liu An, grappling with a mix of satisfaction and dejection, contemplated recent events. He marveled at Ye Yuan's foolishness, which inadvertently proved beneficial. The Heart Protecting Pill's effects not only healed his injuries but hinted at a breakthrough.
However, Drunken Star Manor's machinations had failed, leaving Liu An perplexed. He couldn't fathom how Ye Yuan, seemingly ignorant and incompetent, had identified and treated the poison. The entire episode had Liu An scratching his head on how to explain the situation to the Manor Lord.
In Liu An's eyes, Ye Yuan wasn't the true architect of the successful treatnt; rather, it was Ye Hang orchestrating events behind the scenes. Ye Yuan, in his view, was just a pawn, pushed into the lilight by Ye Hang's unseen hand.
As Liu An continued his contemplation while walking, a growing suspicion about Ye Hang's shrewdness surfaced in his mind. He resolved to caution the Manor Lord upon his return, advising him to stay vigilant.
Engrossed in these thoughts, Liu An was abruptly startled by an odd sensation. He detected moisture beneath his nostrils and, upon reaching to touch it, was shocked to find fresh blood staining his hands.
The absurdity of the situation hit him. How could a seasoned Eighth Level Essence Qi Realm martial artist experience a nosebleed due to overheating? Dismissing the notion, Liu An tried to reassure himself. Despite his mid-tier status compared to figures like Qian Miao, he prided himself on distinguishing genuine dicine from fake. The Heart Protecting Pill he received from Ye Yuan was undoubtedly authentic and of high quality.
Yet, Liu An soon realized the fallacy in his naive consolation. Within monts, blood emanated from his eyes, ears, and culminated in a forceful expulsion from his mouth. A searing inferno engulfed his internal organs, and his entire being felt ablaze.
The stark reality hit him — he was unequivocally poisoned.
Despite his familiarity with the precarious edge between life and death, Liu An found himself gripped by an unprecedented fear of demise. A chilling sensation froze him as he sprinted desperately toward the Fragrant dicine Pavilion, realizing that ti was rapidly dwindling.
Within the confines of the Fragrant dicine Pavilion, the shopkeeper was taken aback by the sight of a blood-drenched individual with bleeding orifices. Ignoring decorum, the distressed figure urgently grasped the shopkeeper's sleeve, pleading to et Young Master Ye.
Reacting swiftly, the shopkeeper recollected the young master's instructions before departing and disclosed the location to the blood-covered visitor.
As the visitor left, the perplexed shopkeeper mused aloud, "This person is truly peculiar. In such a state, he didn't seek out Master Qian but Young Master instead. What could be the reason? Does the Young Master possess knowledge of dical treatnts?"
Among the onlookers, including Liu An initially, the prevailing belief remained that the recent salvation of the brawny man had nothing to do with Ye Yuan.
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