The Injuries Erupt

The middle-aged Soul Master beside them, Tang Zhong, looked grave as well. He withdrew the Healing Scepter and said in a low voice, "Miss Yuehua, His Excellency Haotian's injuries are far worse than they appear. Old wounds riddle his organs and meridians and have long since reached his bones. A violent foreign energy has invaded his body, too."

"Until now, His Excellency's immense soul power and an unusually tenacious life force have barely kept everything in balance. My healing soul power seems to have disrupted that balance, causing his injuries to rebound..."

Tang Hao clenched his teeth. His mouth was full of the taste of blood.

He shoved away Tang Yuehua's hand as she tried to support him and struggled to sit up on his own. All he managed was another bout of violent coughing and trembling.

Endless humiliation surged through Tang Hao.

He was the mighty Clear Sky Douluo. When had he become so frail, so easily broken?

How could treatment from a mere Soul King leave him like this?

"Get... out!" Tang Hao forced the command through his teeth, his voice ragged.

Tang Zhong glanced at Tang Yuehua with concern. Only when she gave a slight nod did he bow and withdraw.

Only the siblings remained in the room, along with the lingering smell of blood and Tang Hao's labored, painful breathing.

"Second Brother..." Tears blurred Tang Yuehua's eyes. The sight of her brother's face twisted in pain felt like a knife turning in her heart.

She stepped forward again. Ignoring Tang Hao's feeble resistance, she carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a clean silk handkerchief. Then she brought warm water and fed it to him sip by sip.

This time, Tang Hao did not push her away.

Not because he did not