Ye Qingyun Accused the Crown Prince with His Dying Breath While the Divine Physician Tied His Belt

The wooden peg flew to the corner of the wall, and the lantern fell to the muddy ground.

The flames licked the damp grass, but instead of igniting, they emitted a burnt smell.

Before the guard could even draw his sword, Ye Qingyun had already crashed into the wooden railing, his right shoulder bracing against half of the door, knocking him and the door over.

"Someone come here!"

The hard-of-hearing guard ran in from outside, and just as he stepped over the threshold, he was elbowed in the chest and fell into the haystack.

Ye Qingyun staggered two steps, his left arm hanging limply at his side, not even swaying.

Fearing another guard might fall with his right hand, he snatched the dagger, but the hilt slipped in his palm. He gritted his teeth and gripped it tightly, blood dripping from his lips onto his clothes.

The neighboring Baishe buried its face in the hay, its jaw clenching.

He dared not look, nor dared he shout.

Ye Qingyun dragged his feet as he walked out.

A night wind blew in, making his scalp tingle.

The bamboo slips were still pressed against his chest, causing a burning sensation.

But the heat was no longer warm; it was like a smoldering fire, pushing against the side of my neck and behind my eyes.

The hut outside the courtyard.

Chu Tianxing was kept awake by the sounds of the newlyweds making love next door.

He was in the prime of his life, full of youthful vigor, and couldn't bear such noise.

I tossed and turned in bed, wishing I could cut my ears off.

The neighbor's... oh ho ho~ hmm hmm~ ya ya yo~

The sounds continued incessantly.

Chu Tianxing sat up abruptly, regretting not having brought the raccoon from the mountain with him.

Whenever he is feeling unsettled, petting his cat is the best way to relieve his emotions.

The sounds from next door came through again.

"No... not there..."

Chu Tianxing irritably ruffled his hair and slammed his hand on the bed.

Since we can't pet the cat, what's wrong with petting it somewhere else?

He chuckled, revealing his pearly white teeth.

Let's do it!

Just as he created his afterimage.

Chaos broke out outside the courtyard.

" Ye Qingyun has gone mad! He's run away!"

Chu Tianxing was startled, and Xiao Xing was completely frightened.

The stench of blood wafted through the crack in the door and hit my nose first.

His expression changed.

at this time.

Ye Qingyun was standing in the courtyard, his hair half-disheveled, his left arm hanging down, and his right hand dragging a short knife diagonally on the ground, the tip of the knife covered in mud.

There were bloodstains around his eyes, under his nose, and around his lips, and his chest was heaving erratically, unlike the rhythm a living person should have.

Chu Tianxing his trousers with one hand and held onto the door frame with the other, looking out with a face that had turned pale with anger.

"It's you again? Can't you pick a time to do this when you're sick?"

Ye Qingyun raised his sword.

" Chu Tianxing."

"Yes, yes, I'm here, don't shout."

Chu Tianxing glanced at the veins behind his ear.

"Don't move, you're about to die."

Ye Qingyun forced a laugh, blood and foam sticking to his teeth, and raised the short knife high.

Stop pretending! Prepare to die!

Why won't you listen to reason? I'll pretend I'm your grandpa.

Chu Tianxing haphazardly tied his belt around his waist and reached for his needle case with his other hand.

The needle case can be hung on the table inside the room.

If he wants to go back and get it, he has to turn his back to Ye Qingyun.

If you don't take it, this person will gather their strength again, their blood will rush to their head, and they'll be gone.

Chu Tianxing cursed, then darted into the room, his hand brushing against the corner of the table as he grabbed the needle case.

Ye Qingyun's dagger grazed the door frame and fell, leaving half a palm full of wood chips.

Chu Tianxing turned around, the needle pouch between his teeth, and kicked the medicine bench away.

"If you take one more step, I really can't save you."

Ye Qingyun stared at him, her eyes burning with fury.

How much silver did the Crown Prince give you?

Chu Tianxing frowned upon hearing this.

"What?"

"How much is my life worth?"

What are you talking about? Is your brain blocked too?

Two guards chased after them from behind, one clutching his chest, the other carrying an iron ruler.

" Ye Qingyun, put down the knife!"

Ye Qingyun slammed his right palm against the door frame.

The door frame shook, causing wood dust to fall. The guard with the iron ruler was knocked back by the force of the impact, overturning half a basket of herbs.

Chu Tianxing saw that the veins behind his ears were bulging and turning purple, and his scalp tingled.

"You still dare to try to breathe? The meridians in your left arm are already blocked; if you try to breathe again, it'll rush to your forehead!"

Ye Qingyun coughed up blood, and raised the dagger again.

"Even if I die, I'll take you with me."

"Damn your ancestors!"

Chu Tianxing rushed over, grabbed Ye Qingyun's right wrist with his left hand, and pulled out the needle with his right hand.

The dagger grazed his sleeve, making a cut.

Ignoring the pain, he inserted the first needle into Ye Qingyun.

The needle had barely penetrated half an inch when Ye Qingyun's body trembled, his blood and qi surged back, bending the silver needle.

Chu Tianxing's wrist was numb from the shock, and his temper flared up.

"What kind of lousy kung fu are you practicing! Who taught you that? It's utterly shameless!"

Ye Qingyun raised her knee and bumped him.

Chu Tianxing to the side, his belt not fastened properly, his outer robe loosened, and he almost tripped over it.

He grabbed the hem of her clothes with one hand and tried to press her down with the other, which made him even angrier and his curses even louder.

"Guards, hold down his legs! If he dies, you'll all have to write statements. Hurry up and hold him down!"

This is more effective than anything else.

Two guards pounced on him, one grabbing his leg and the other pressing down on his shoulder.

Ye Qingyun struggled with his right hand, the tip of the knife scraping across the ground with a piercing sound.

Taking advantage of this moment, Chu Tianxing inserted the second needle into the area beside the Tanzhong point.

A bloodshot sound rose in Ye Qingyun's throat, and his chest heaved violently.

"The Crown Prince has ruined me..."

Chu Tianxing paused for a moment.

The guard heard it too.

Ye Qingyun's lips moved slightly.

"The Crown Prince wants you to..."

Who gave way to whom?

Chu Tianxing pressed down on his shoulder.

"Stop trying to breathe! You can't even speak clearly!"

Blood seeped from the corner of Ye Qingyun's eye. His gaze passed over Chu Tianxing, as if he could see the poetry gathering platform, or perhaps the gate of the Su Clan.

He tried to raise the dagger again, but his right hand trembled even more violently.

Blood gushed from his nostrils.

Chu Tianxing grabbed his right hand, and Ye Qingyun squeezed out two words.

"I hate..."

Chu Tianxing lowered his head.

What is there to hate?

Ye Qingyun's lips were covered in blood, and his eyes were starting to bleed.

Why...?

These two characters were so thin they were almost swallowed by the wind.

Chu Tianxing pressed his hand against his chest, the third needle hovering between his fingers, but he couldn't find a place to land it.

He had seen many people on the verge of death, but he had never seen anyone like Ye Qingyun, whose blood and qi were so chaotic that they couldn't find an outlet.

If you stab the wrong person, you'll die.

If you're too slow, you'll die too.

The guard was sweating profusely with anxiety.

" Physician Chu, can you save him?"

Chu Tianxing gritted his teeth.

"Shut up."

He ran his fingers over Ye Qingyun's pulse on the side of his neck, and only one path remained in his mind.

Release the rising energy, protect your heart and lungs, and then think of another solution.

However, Ye Qingyun's technique had already blocked most of the way. If the silver needle went in, the backlash would break it, and leaving it inside the body would be even more deadly.

He quickly switched to a thicker needle for the third stitch, and briefly touched the end of the needle to the flame.

The yard smelled of burnt food, blood, and damp grass.

Ye Qingyun suddenly opened her eyes wide and grabbed Chu Tianxing's collar with her right hand.

"It's the Crown Prince..."

Chu Tianxing approached.

"If you say that again, you're really going to die."

Blood and froth welled up in Ye Qingyun's throat as his lips parted.

"I'll let you... cripple me..."

Chu Tianxing's face turned green.

"Bullshit! I only save people, I don't harm them!"

Ye Qingyun's grip on his collar loosened and tightened again, holding on with the last bit of strength.

"Crown Prince... Su Clan... Gu Moran... you..."

Just as Chu Tianxing's anger flared, he noticed the blood seeping from Ye Qingyun's ear.

"Enough! Stop talking nonsense, let's talk about survival first."

He inserted the thick needle.

The moment the needle pierced his flesh, the veins on the back of Ye Qingyun's neck bulged, his chest heaved, and blood gushed from his nose.

Chu Tianxing pressed him down with his shoulder, cursing even more fiercely.

"If you keep exaggerating, even the King of Hell will find you annoying!"

Ye Qingyun, however, did not hear it.

All he could think about was the humiliation everyone had inflicted on him.

All the images were compressed into one mass.

A choked sound of blood escaped his throat, and two red streaks trickled down from the corners of his eyes.

Just as Chu Tianxing was about to catch his breath, the needle in his hand suddenly broke off.