Treatment

Mo Lu looked into those familiar golden eyes, his fingers trembling slightly.

He pushed aside the servant following closely beside him and strode over to Weisheng Tou.

The closer he came, the more suffocated he felt.

Thick blood covered the ground, too dense for even the heavy rain to wash away.

Ye Liang's face no longer looked human.

The area around his eyes was a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

Even his chest had caved in.

Yet the most terrifying sight was Weisheng Tou.

This was the first time Mo Lu had seen Weisheng Tou like this.

A savage aura hit him head-on, his pheromones brimming with unbridled aggression.

Only now did Mo Lu truly feel the power of a Super S-Rank Alpha.

It bore down on him until he could barely breathe, even moving his limbs becoming difficult.

Mo Lu's expression darkened.

The moment Weisheng Tou saw Mo Lu approaching, an immense wave of panic swallowed him.

The young master saw me killing someone!

How much did he see?!

Weisheng Tou looked at Mo Lu, his heart feeling as though a huge hand had seized it in a crushing grip, his breathing heavy and rapid.

The hand clutching Ye Liang's collar trembled harder.

He immediately let go of Ye Liang.

Ye Liang slammed into the ground covered in filthy rainwater, sending up a bloody splash.

Mo Lu fought down his instinctive fear without pausing for even a moment.

He dropped to one knee beside them and reached straight for Ye Liang's neck.

Still alive.

Mo Lu let out a breath of relief.

For some reason, he was a little afraid of seeing Weisheng Tou kill someone like this in front of him.

If possible, he would rather have done it himself.

"Young master..."

Weisheng Tou's low, hoarse voice sounded beside his ear.

Seeing that he could still recognize him, Mo Lu paid him no further attention.

Saving a life came first.

He shifted the Healing Talisman in his hand, murmuring an incantation as a soft green glow appeared at his fingertips.

Ye Liang's head immediately stopped bleeding.

As for his remaining injuries...

"Take Ye Liang to my Medicine Hall immediately."

Mo Lu spoke coldly to the servant who had just run over.

"Yes."

The servant immediately set down the umbrella and turned to call for people to carry Ye Liang.

Mo Lu took a deep breath and looked at Weisheng Tou.

"Weisheng Tou."

"Young master..."

Weisheng Tou's face was covered in blood and rainwater. His eyes were still a deep gold, but a hint of uncertainty crossed his face.

Mo Lu bit his lip, unsure what to say.

The sight of Weisheng Tou just now refused to leave his mind.

He had looked as though he had crawled out of hell.

Mo Lu simply stood and said, "Come back with me first."

Weisheng Tou immediately picked up the umbrella and followed him.

Mo Lu glanced at the black umbrella overhead, unsure how to feel.

It seemed he had taken in an alpha wolf.

Wild and untamable.

One that bared its claws at everyone,

yet obeyed him alone.

At that thought, a strange feeling stirred in Mo Lu's heart.

His heartbeat seemed to quicken slightly.

Mo Lu's expression sharpened. He immediately shook off his tangled thoughts and strode toward the Medicine Hall.

The servants followed, carrying Ye Liang into the room.

"Everyone out. Weisheng Tou, stay."

Mo Lu gave the order.

If Weisheng Tou went berserk again, his Lan Mountain Residence would be torn apart.

"Yes." All the servants left.

Mo Lu glanced at Weisheng Tou beside him and lifted his chin. "Go sit over there."

Weisheng Tou looked at Ye Liang lying on the bed, his fingers curling slightly, but he obediently went over and sat down.

Mo Lu seemed not to have seen him beating Ye Liang.

Otherwise, he probably would not have treated him so calmly.

That realization allowed Weisheng Tou to relax a little.

He did not regret treating Ye Liang this way.

Ye Liang deserved it.

His only regret was not killing Ye Liang before Mo Lu arrived.

He had left him clinging to life.

Mo Lu's clothes were already soaked through, but he had no time to worry about that. He merely rolled up the sleeves of his long robe and took several Healing Talismans from the table beside him.

Bright red markings rapidly spread across his face, and the green light in his eyes intensified.

His cool, clear voice slowly filled the room.

"Five sacred peaks stand upon the earth, seven stars shine in the Dipper,"

"Wherever I point, let sickness flee."

The Healing Talismans immediately dissolved in his hand into flecks of green light, seeping into Ye Liang's blood-covered head.

Mo Lu closed his eyes and slowed his breathing.

His entire being seemed to sink into a mysterious state along with those specks of light.

The black pendant by his ear rose with them, seeming to float in midair.

Witch power enveloped Ye Liang's entire body.

As Mo Lu sensed the state of Ye Liang's body, his brows drew into a tight frown.

Ye Liang's condition was truly dire.

He was on the brink of death.

Without the Enhancement Agent and that Healing Talisman, Ye Liang would never have survived until his arrival.

In an ordinary hospital, injuries like these would probably have been beyond saving.

All he could do was try his best.

But...

The broken ribs were manageable.

The ruptured organs were manageable too.

He could also treat the brain damage.

But Ye Liang's eyes were completely blind.

And his cervical spine had been damaged...

In a hospital, this kind of nerve damage would be diagnosed as high-level paralysis. Ye Liang would have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

Mo Lu sighed.

It was not that he could not heal him, but such treatment would be almost like bringing someone back from the dead. He, too, would have to pay a price.

He could only treat the easier injuries first.

Mo Lu tore open Ye Liang's clothes and pressed his hand against his chest.

Sitting nearby, Weisheng Tou could not shake the urge to pin Mo Lu to the bed.

He regretted more and more that he had not killed Ye Liang sooner, forcing Mo Lu to heal him like this now!

Wouldn't tossing him straight into an incinerator have been much easier?!

A savage viciousness surfaced on Weisheng Tou's face.

The gold in his eyes grew deeper.

Mo Lu pressed along Ye Liang's chest inch by inch, using witch power to set his bones.

Watching Mo Lu's movements, Weisheng Tou finally could not hold back. He rose and wrapped Mo Lu entirely in his arms from behind.

"Weisheng Tou!"

Mo Lu had not expected Weisheng Tou to move so suddenly.

"Young master, don't heal him."

Weisheng Tou bit Mo Lu's ear, his smoky voice husky, the trailing notes seductive.

"Weisheng Tou, you caused this."

Mo Lu's voice was icy.

A vicious edge entered Weisheng Tou's voice.

"Young master, I need you. But I don't want you cleaning up my mess. If Ye Liang dies, he dies. I'm capable of handling everything. I want to protect you too."

Mo Lu said nothing.

At this point, how could he not know that Weisheng Tou could handle it?

So many people had died in the Lu Family incident. In this information age, it should have caused an uproar throughout the city in an instant. Yet the outside world knew nothing about the slaughter of the entire Lu Family.

All they knew was that a fire had broken out at the Lu Family estate.

The Lu Family's businesses were even operating as usual.

Clearly, the Empire had intervened behind the scenes.

Mo Lu needed only to think a little to understand why.

It could only mean that Weisheng Tou had the power to keep the Empire in check.

Mo Lu did not know what sort of humanitarian impulse still allowed him to let Weisheng Tou stand beside him.

Perhaps it was because Weisheng Tou was a gift he had accepted.

He belonged to him.

He was supposed to be in his care.

He was supposed to have him looking after him.

Whatever he did, he should let Mo Lu know.

Whether he lived or died was for Mo Lu alone to decide.

Even if Mo Lu threw him away, he would still be Mo Lu's trash.

Anyone who wanted to pick him up would first have to consider whether they had the right.

The same was true of Ye Liang.

Mo Lu briefly closed his eyes and ordered, "Weisheng Tou, let go."

"Young master, please stop treating him, all right? It'll take a lot out of you too, won't it? Let me handle it, please?"

Weisheng Tou's voice grew colder, his grip tightening until he almost imprisoned Mo Lu in his arms.

"Let you handle it?"

Mo Lu turned to look at Weisheng Tou with a cold sneer.

Weisheng Tou gazed at Mo Lu with his golden eyes.

"Weisheng Tou, do you know what my position is?"