"Yun Shu, something terrible has happened, come with me quickly! Hurry!" Ruan Xi said to Yun Shu in a panic.
Yun Shu's expression turned serious. "What is it?"
"Ji Rong, Ji Rong suddenly vomited blood! He vomited a lot of blood, it scared me to death!" Ruan Xi's handsome face was pale with fright.
It was obvious he was deeply shaken.
"Let's go!" Yun Shu asked no more questions and instructed Ruan Xi, "Help me hold her, and get back to your manor as quickly as possible."
"Take her with us? What's her condition? Why is she just opening her mouth but not speaking?" Ruan Xi finally noticed Qin Yiqing and saw her mouth opening and closing as if speaking, but he couldn't hear her words.
And her face was so red.
A strong smell of alcohol lingered on her.
"How much did she drink?"
Ruan Xi was somewhat disgusted. The alcohol smell was too strong!
Yun Shu glanced at the wine jar lying not far away. "Less than a jar."
"Less than a jar? Her tolerance for alcohol has worsened? No, before, when she got drunk, didn't she chatter incessantly? Why is she just opening her mouth without speaking today?" Ruan Xi was completely bewildered by Qin Yiqing's current state, utterly clueless as to what she was doing.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. "You didn't give her some medicine because you found her annoying, did you?"
"I think you are annoying now too," Yun Shu said softly.
Although her tone lacked coldness, Ruan Xi suddenly felt a sense of deterrence. He couldn't defeat Yun Shu, and if he were forcibly given medicine, he definitely wouldn't be able to resist! He immediately covered his mouth.
Soon, they left the General's manor and arrived at Ruan's residence.
They went directly to the unconscious Ji Rong.
The room was filled with a strong scent of blood.
An iron basin was placed by the bedside, holding a considerable amount of blood.
Ji Rong, lying on the bed, was in a critical state, his breathing shallow, his face frighteningly pale, as if his blood vessels were visible on his skin. Even when he had lost an arm and nearly died before, he had never looked so lifeless as he did now.
Just one glance, and Yun Shu was greatly alarmed.
Ruan Xi exclaimed, "He vomited again?"
The young servant attending to Ji Rong replied, "Yes, young master. Young Master Ji vomited blood again. He was a little conscious just now and spoke a few words to this servant before he fainted again."
"What did he say?" Ruan Xi's face darkened as he anxiously pressed for details.
The servant was momentarily stunned and shook his head. "Servant, servant didn't hear clearly. Young Master Ji's voice was too soft just now."
At that moment, the atmosphere in the room plunged to an icy point.
Ruan Xi looked at the usually sharp-witted servant, who hadn't even understood a word, and was so angry he wanted to kick him. Fortunately, he maintained his composure, gritted his teeth, and cursed, "Stupid!"
The servant, terrified, immediately knelt on the ground.
Yun Shu had already bent down and was holding Ji Rong's wrist, feeling his pulse.
Extremely perilous.
Full of dangers.
It could be said that being surrounded by enemies was an understatement.
The pulse was weaker and more dangerous than what she had observed two days prior. It seemed he had very little time left.
Yun Shu's expression was deeply solemn.
As she released his wrist, Ruan Xi eagerly leaned in to ask, "Yun Shu, how is it? When he vomited blood, he said he felt his end was near, and told you not to be too hard on yourself. Is it like he said?"
Ruan Xi, who always seemed carefree and nonchalant about everything, was now suddenly flustered, even panicked.
His eyes reddened.
Yun Shu lowered her gaze, silent, her hands clenched. She looked at Ji Rong, who was on the verge of death, and shook her head. "There is no cure."
She considered her medical skills to be quite good, and she could usually help anyone she wanted to save to some extent.
However, Ji Rong, as she had determined before, was beyond any medical treatment.
She couldn't even determine what illness he had.
All his organs had rapidly deteriorated within these past two to three days.
No...
"Didn't he say before that he could hold on for a while longer? How did he end up in this state in just two to three days?" Yun Shu sensed something was amiss.
She immediately raised her eyes and stared at Ruan Xi.
Ruan Xi knew he couldn't hide anything from her. He looked at the unconscious, dying Ji Rong and sighed, "Actually, Ji Rong didn't want me to tell you. He said since he was going to die anyway, he might as well use his remaining days to divine a good wedding day for you and the Night King. And then today, this happened."
He had never met anyone who could compare to Ji Rong in terms of sacrifice.
Ji Rong had hardly ever lived for himself.
Except, perhaps, when he was with Qin Yiqing.
Thinking of Qin Yiqing, Ruan Xi, with red eyes, looked at Qin Yiqing, who was sitting by the door, still silently opening her mouth, unaware of anything. She was utterly drunk and didn't know Ji Rong's current plight, nor what Ji Rong had done for her.
Yun Shu's red lips were tightly pursed, her hands clenched even tighter. She looked down at Ji Rong, her heart filled with an inexpressible complexity.
How could she be so fortunate to have a friend like Ji Rong?
"Yun Shu, I... should I prepare something? Send a message to the Ji family by carrier pigeon?" Although Ruan Xi was heartbroken, he could still calmly face the current situation.
At this point, they couldn't afford to be consumed by grief; they had to do what they could for Ji Rong.
Yun Shu nodded. "Notify them."
Just then.
Ji Rong, who had been unconscious on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was remarkably bright as he looked at Yun Shu and Ruan Xi, appearing completely healthy, his expression as it was in the past.
"Ji Rong, you, you're awake! Are you alright? I knew it, fate wouldn't easily take your life. It would be more fitting if fate took my life. You haven't done anything heinous, it would be too unfair if fate took you!" Ruan Xi was overjoyed to see Ji Rong awake.
Yun Shu's heart leaped. "Ji Rong..."
Ji Rong only looked at Yun Shu, his gaze sincere and full of love, as if he were looking at the person he cherished most in the world.
Ruan Xi noticed something was wrong and immediately stopped speaking, his heart pounding. "Ji Rong, what are you looking at?"
That kind of look could be for Qin Yiqing, but absolutely not for Yun Shu.
"Yiqing, listen to me. Even if I'm gone, you must take good care of yourself. Otherwise, I will not rest in peace in the netherworld." Ji Rong's tone was exceptionally gentle, as if he were afraid Qin Yiqing wouldn't listen to him and would live a hollow, unhappy life without him, or even neglect to take care of herself.
"You can't lose any more weight, eat more. The money I've left you is enough for you to live a life of luxury, you don't need to rely on your father, and don't let yourself be wronged."
Yun Shu's heart ached fiercely, and tears streamed down her face. She abruptly turned to look at Qin Yiqing by the door.
Ruan Xi also couldn't stop the hot tears from rolling down his eyes. He grabbed Ji Rong's shoulder and said, "Ji Rong, can you at least let Qin Yiqing see you one last time, please?"