I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 179 - 122: You Have to Eat Hotpot Even in Winter
"He wasn’t dead at all; it’s the Breath-holding Skill," Rong Heng retracted his own medicine, feeling relieved, "it saved me some medication."
As he spoke, Rong Heng took out a red pill, tapped it against Duoji’s chin, and fed it to him, "However, he’s about to bleed to death."
"If we hadn’t come, he would have eventually died anyway, right?" Gu Lan asked.
Rong Heng lowered his head, listening carefully to Duoji’s heartbeat, and said, "When he was stabbed, he used the Breath-holding Skill to feign death, but due to excessive blood loss, he completely lost consciousness about half an hour ago. If we were any later, he would have been dead without a doubt."
"Let’s take him back then."
*
That night, Duoji opened his eyes.
Upon seeing Gu Lan, he closed his eyes again, his breathing faint and nearly imperceptible. Rong Heng said, this was the end for him.
Duoji’s chest had been pierced by a blade, both his legs and shoulders were hit by arrows, his body riddled with wounds, like a lamp running out of oil.
It did seem like he wasn’t going to make it.
Rong Heng remarked that if you were intending to collect his corpse, you wouldn’t have to wait long.
Gu Lan nodded and immediately whispered into Duoji’s ear:
"Dear nephew, go peacefully. After you die, I’ll bring Zhuoma to the Capital City to be your dear aunt!"
Duoji’s newly closed eyes snapped open!
Gu Lan brought out precious medicinal herbs from the storeroom of Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, piling them in front of Rong Heng for his use.
It was then that Rong Heng realized the Zhou family was indeed wealthy.
Years ago, the preceding Ghost Doctor had mentioned that he’d used a prescription to save a child from the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, swindling them out of a large sum of money and forcing the whole mansion to tighten their belts.
According to Rong Heng’s understanding of the preceding Ghost Doctor, if he said it was a large sum, it was at least ten thousand taels of silver. It was known that the Old Marquis Dingyuan was an honest man.
Therefore, the stockpile in the current Dingyuan Marquis Mansion was all brought in by Madam Zhou after marrying the Marquis Dingyuan.
Rong Heng only had the chance to allocate such an abundance of herbs when he was young and learning medicine, under the command of the preceding Ghost Doctor as an Imperial Physician.
Later, there were no such conditions.
So this half-dead Duoji became Fifth Young Master Rong’s practice tool.
"Why do I feel like you’re using the dear nephew as a guinea pig?" Gu Lan watched as Rong Heng poured herbal soup into Duoji, looking complex.
Even though Rong Heng was still elegant and methodical while practicing medicine, Gu Lan felt he was quite excited seeing that pile of herbs, as if he wanted to use each one on Duoji.
Gu Lan thought that if Rong Heng were born in modern times, he’d definitely be one of those psychopathic, obsessive scientists.
Rong Heng did not stop his actions and asked, "What’s a guinea pig?"
"It’s an experiment... just a tool."
Rong Heng nodded, "You’re right, he is a tool."
"Cough, cough, cough—" Duoji suddenly coughed.
"Whoa, he’s coughing, that’s an improvement," Gu Lan silently pressed his acupuncture points and continued, "Anyway, my dear nephew is also your dear nephew, you handle it. So, what’s his current situation?"
Rong Heng finally finished feeding a whole bowl of the bitter herbal soup to Duoji, cleaned his hands, and said, "He won’t die."
"But?" Gu Lan knew he wasn’t done speaking.
"But he can only live like this."
"He doesn’t have much will to survive. Because before he was stabbed, he forcibly used the Breath-holding Skill to feign death, which snapped several of his meridians, and his external injuries are severe. Even if his legs heal, they’ll probably be crippled, and without inner strength, he’s a cripple."
Gu Lan murmured, "No will to live? Then it seems I really should bring Zhuoma to be the dear aunt."
Duoji: ...
She softly said, "Brother Hang, look at me."
Rong Heng raised his head to look at her, puzzled, his boyish brow slightly furrowed, lips red and teeth white, looking quite handsome.
"What are you looking at?"
Gu Lan: "I have no inner strength either! Am I a cripple?"
Rong Heng: "... You’re an exception. And you now have inner strength, just relatively little."
He now believed what Gu Lan had said before, Young Master Gu was indeed a martial arts prodigy rare in a hundred years.
No, not a martial arts prodigy.
A rare-in-a-century... killing machine.
Rong Heng was sure that when he first met Gu Lan, she had not a trace of inner strength. Even now, she didn’t have much inner strength, but aside from her mediocre Qinggong—
The dozens of corpses in the courtyard on Yong’an Street were living examples. Without inner strength, her speed was fast enough, her strength strong enough, her movement technique strange, she could kill just the same.
Gu Lan sighed and said, "Then when will Duoji be able to talk? I need to ask who exactly stabbed him, and why did Lu Bingxin go against my words."
