Xie Jue had been on the battlefield for so many years. When he first went to the battlefield, the marquis ordered this group of new recruits to collect the bodies of the soldiers for burial. He was very clear about what a person looks like after death: cold and stiff, unable to remain warm after a few hours. The doctor had long determined that Fang Chuning had died, but when he felt Fang Chuning’s pulse, he surprisingly detected a faint breath, and he even had body warmth and a heartbeat. The experienced doctor was also shocked. How could this be!
This... this is too strange!
How did soone co back from the dead?
He was clearly dead; several doctors determined Fang Chuning had no breath and declared him dead. Unexpectedly, he ca back to life. Xie Jue asked, "How is he?"
"This... he does have a heartbeat. Though the pulse is weak, he indeed... has co back to life!" The doctor reported truthfully. Xie Jue was relieved; he was not wrong, Anning lived. He actually lived. What on earth happened?
His face no longer had the livid hue from the poison. Although pale, it looked normal. Xie Jue was ecstatic, wishing he could shake him awake.
Since there was a pulse, Fang Chuning was poisoned, so he needed an antidote. But there was no antidote for Crane’s Crown Red, and the doctors were helpless. They could only let Fang Chuning endure it until the poison passed. The doctors exchanged glances, not knowing what happened. As dawn broke, Xie Jue, still worried about Fang Chuning, remained by his bedside, having the doctor check his pulse every hour. After hearing the doctor’s report that the pulse was getting stronger, Xie Jue finally felt at ease. No matter what, Fang Chuning survived, Crane’s Crown Red did not take his life.
The doctor said, "This young master already had toxins in his body, perhaps a clash of poisons weakened the toxin. We’ll prescribe so dicine once he wakes up to help expel the remaining toxins from his body. He should be fine then."
The scratches were just surface wounds, not injuring anything vital, and would heal in a few days.
Xie Jue very politely thanked the doctors. The doctors dared not accept the thanks, feeling that they did nothing, yet Fang Chuning ca back to life. Fortunately, they hadn’t buried him. If they had buried him, it would have been tragic!
When Cui Lansong’s Deputy General learned that Fang Chuning survived, he quickly ordered the removal of all the white mourning symbols. Xie Jue would inevitably find them ominous and be displeased if he saw them. Xie Jue’s entire attention was on Fang Chuning and hadn’t noticed the outside situation. Fang Chuning gradually regained consciousness by the afternoon.
"Ting Feng..." He saw Xie Jue by the bed, who was staring intently at him, still holding his hand and not letting go. Fang Chuning’s first sight upon waking was him.
Xie Jue stayed up an entire night, his eyes bloodshot and severely swollen. Fang Chuning’s heart ached seeing him like this, and he couldn’t help but squeeze his hand, "I... am still alive?"
"Yes, you are still alive, Fang Chuning. You promised things, and you are not allowed to leave, nor are you allowed to die!" Xie Jue said fiercely. This day and night truly terrified him, and even though Fang Chuning had a weak pulse, he dared not take it lightly. Only when Fang Chuning woke up did Xie Jue truly feel at ease.
"...Alright!" Fang Chuning stared at him intently, as if it had been a long, long ti since he had last seen his face. "Ting Feng, I won."
"What did you win?" Xie Jue was confused, touching his forehead, "Are you muddled from the poison?"
Fang Chuning only smiled, then closed his eyes again, "Ting Feng, I’m so tired, I want to sleep a bit more."
"Go to sleep, I’m here with you."
"You should sleep too, with your red-rimd eyes looking really ugly!"
Xie Jue, "..."
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