Inside an inn room.
Bai Yujun lay motionless on the bed. The room was thick with the scent of medicine. Sunlight streaming through the window fell across her delicate, lovely face, her complexion an unhealthy pallor. She slept quietly beneath the warm rays; only after a long, long while would her slightly upturned nose twitch faintly, while her long lashes occasionally trembled.
At the bedside, Senior Brother Lingxu was taking Bai Yujun's pulse.
Standing behind Senior Brother Lingxu was Chu Zhe. His expression could not be read, and his eyes had remained fixed on the motionless Bai Yujun.
"How is she, Junior Brother Du?"
Chu Zhe spoke, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.
Senior Brother Du of Lingxu put Bai Yujun's jade-like hand back down and rubbed his head. He was indeed skilled in medicine, in healing illnesses and saving lives—but that applied to humans, not treating a snake. The countless differences made diagnosis difficult. If this Pure Yang Palace senior brother had not dragged him here by force, he would never have run into such a problem.
After organizing his thoughts, Senior Brother Du of Lingxu tried to explain in words Chu Zhe could understand.
"Mm... for now, she seems all right. Her heartbeat and breathing have slowed; she should be healing herself. She only needs to take Healing Pills to recover quickly. She will probably need to sleep for more than half a month before waking."
"Healing pills?"
"That's right. They can speed up her recovery."
Chu Zhe thought for a moment, then rummaged through his storage pouch and poured out a pill glowing with yellow light from a jade bottle.
"Senior Brother, have you lost your mind? This is—"
Before he could finish, Chu Zhe waved a hand, signaling him to say no more. He extended a finger