Red spread from his chest to his limbs. Everywhere it passed, the icy blue was driven away, replaced by a searing red.
His skin turned crimson, like the shell of a boiled shrimp. A fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, only to freeze into frost the next second beneath the chill.
Blue and red alternated across the surface of his body, shifting from blue to red and back again, as if two forces were battling fiercely within him, neither willing to yield.
Extreme cold and extreme heat assailed him in turns. The pain was not simply heat or cold, but two extremes acting upon his body at once.
When it was cold, even his bones trembled. When it was hot, even his blood seemed to boil.
Wang Xian gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, yet he did not make a sound.
He staggered two steps forward to the boundary between the two pools and leaped in.
With a splash, his entire body sank beneath the spring water.
Icy cold and scorching heat surged in from all directions, completely swallowing him.
Wang Xian closed his eyes and let the spring water envelop his body as the two medicinal forces within him interacted with the two springs outside.
That intense agony gradually eased within the water instead.
He felt as though he were wrapped in a warm cocoon. The ice and fire within him began to slowly merge under the guidance of the spring water, no longer crashing about wildly as they had before.
Time passed quietly in the outside world, and soon it was the following morning.
In the distance, two voices approached.
"Grandpa, walk faster."
"Alright, alright, don't worry. That child is in the herb garden. How could anything happen to him?" Dugu Bo said