I Used to Get Hurt Often, So in Time I Learned Everything

After he finished speaking, everyone left the hall in an orderly fashion.

Nan Xiao slowly closed the palace door, which emitted a dull echo.

Pei Zimo was extremely anxious and rushed forward in three steps.

He unconsciously clenched his fists and asked anxiously, "Is my lord alright?"

Nan Xiao shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "It's nothing serious, he just needs some rest."

Hearing this, Pei Zimo and the others finally felt a sense of relief.

They both let out a long breath, and their tense bodies gradually relaxed.

Nan Xiao's brow remained furrowed, his mind filled with doubt. "Who Ran'er seen recently?"

The Power of Faith could not appear out of thin air; it must be that Ran'er met someone.

Pei Zimo's gaze turned cold, and he kicked Qi Yan, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

"He."

Earlier, in the chaos, Pei Zimo had casually pulled Qi Yan out.

Nan Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly as he carefully examined Qi Yan, but he found nothing unusual.

He slightly raised his hand, gesturing to the attendants behind him, "Detain him temporarily until Ran'er wakes up, then we'll make a decision."

The servants responded in unison, "Yes, Master!"

Next day

Nan Xunran lay quietly on the couch, his lips so pale they seemed to have been washed away of all color, pursed lightly without any sign of life.

His fingers trembled slightly, almost unconsciously.

Then, he turned his head slightly, and a few strands of hair slipped down, making him appear even more frail.

He instinctively tried to pull his arm back, but failed.

Nan Xunran opened her eyes.

Lin Ge was standing by the couch, gently massaging his arms with a focused expression.

Suddenly, Pei Zimo's head popped up.

Pei Zimo's face lit up with surprise, her eyes sparkling. "My lord, you're awake!"

Nan Xunran parted her lips slightly, her voice a little hoarse, "... How long have I been asleep?"

Pei Zimo quickly replied, "The whole day!"

Nan Xunran shifted slightly, attempting to straighten up.

Upon seeing this, Lin Ge immediately released his grip and instead firmly supported Nan Xunran's arm.

Pei Zimo originally wanted to step forward, but stopped when he saw Lin Ge's actions.

He asked with concern, "My lord, is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Nan Xunran gently shook her head and said calmly, "It's nothing."

His gaze swept over every corner, taking in the entire scene inside the hall.

Not far away, Jiang Ruxi and the others stood quietly.

Their gazes fell on Lin Ge, who had taken their job, and their expressions revealed a complex mix of emotions.

At this moment, Pei Ziheng quietly appeared from behind Pei Zimo.

He bent slightly, his voice filled with worry, "My lord, you must rest more."

Upon hearing Pei Ziheng's words, Pei Zimo hurriedly nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes! Your complexion is still very pale!"

Then, his eyes lit up, and he suggested, "Let Lin Ge give you a massage; he knows a lot about these things."

Upon hearing Nan Xunran turned her gaze to Lin Ge.

Lin Ge's eyes were still bound with ribbons, and he looked at Nan Xunran the ribbons with a calm expression.

He explained, "I used to get injured a lot, and over time I learned everything."

Then, he frowned slightly and said, "You must still have some headaches; the aftereffects of uncontrolled spiritual energy are hard to avoid."

Nan Xunran nodded slightly and gently rubbed her temples.

Pei Zimo secretly gave a thumbs up and muttered to himself, "It's so great to have someone who knows medicine by my side."

Then, as if remembering something, he added, "The Lord will be coming too."

Pei Ziheng glanced at him and said, "Does Your Majesty massage yourself?"

Pei Zimo shook his head decisively. "That's naturally impossible."

He scratched his head and emphasized again, "Even if it were possible, it still wouldn't work. How could the lord do it himself!"

As he spoke, he saw Pei Ziheng take a few steps forward, so he quickly moved closer and asked, "Ziheng, what are you doing?"

Pei Ziheng said calmly, "Learn it, just in case."

Upon hearing this, Pei Zimo glanced at Lin Ge, who had bent down again, and replied, "Yes."

Immediately afterwards, he eagerly moved closer.

Just as Nan Xunran looked up, she found herself surrounded by a crowd.

Feng Chi arrived at some point.

His clothes were tattered and torn, and he had burn marks on his body, as if he had just escaped from a fire.

Pei Zimo wrinkled his nose, trying to catch the unusual scent in the air.

He quickly turned to look at Feng Chi and asked, "Why do you smell like something's burnt on you?"

Feng Chi's voice was tinged with helplessness, "I was struck by lightning and rushed to see the boss, so I didn't have time to clean up."

Pei Zimo's eyes widened in surprise. "With your cultivation level, how could you be reduced to this state by heavenly lightning?"

At the level of Feng Chi, one should have special methods to draw the heavenly lightning out of the body, and should not be in such a sorry state as he is now.

Feng Chi pursed his lips into a tight line and remained silent.

But inwardly, he was cursing the Romance System.

Of course, it's a product of the system; even a powerful Emperor Realm expert like him couldn't withstand it.