FRGNM -Chapter 114 Special Treatment

“Why did you let yourself get into such a state?” Qingyi’s hands clenched tightly as he quickly pulled He Yunxu into his arms, brushing her lips gently. “Who did this? What happened?”

“Please… save my brother, okay?” Her hoarse voice had lost the sweetness from the afternoon, now laced with choked emotion and helplessness.

He Yunxu didn’t know who she could rely on anymore. Instinctively, she clutched Qingyi tightly. She didn’t understand why she had come to him, only that her intuition told her he was not a bad man—no bad person would say such words openly to her.

She had come, so… “Save my brother. No matter the cost, I’ll agree to anything.”

“What’s wrong with your brother? Take me to see him.” Qingyi’s heart softened. Taking her cold little hand, he quickly moved toward the door.

Inside the clinic, her brother remained lying on the large bed. His wounds had only been superficially treated; no real medicine had been applied.

The sitting herbal doctors, legs crossed, munched on sunflower seeds. “Who knows where that little girl, He Yunxu, got all that silver? Might as well extort her a bit while she has it.”

“Yes, maybe some wealthy young master has taken a liking to her! Anyway, her brother can’t be saved. We’ll just apply some simple medicine and claim the injuries were too severe to treat.” Laughter echoed throughout the room.

“Bang!” The sound stopped abruptly. Two figures appeared at the doorway.

Qingyi’s face was dark as thunder. As a Purple-Rank Dou Qi Master, he could naturally hear the people inside. Unfortunately, the little girl in front of him had no way of knowing the situation.

“Please, doctor! Save my brother! He has money; he can give it to you! Please, treat him immediately!” He Yunxu grasped her brother’s hand, panic in her eyes.

The herbal doctors were startled. Seeing Qingyi so young and handsome, they assumed he was a wealthy young master. One doctor forced a smile. “Sir… his injuries are severe. The cost won’t be cheap. How about… you give five hundred taels first, then we—”

“Get lost!” A low, menacing voice issued from his throat like an enraged leopard. His icy gaze swept over the man on the bed. He pulled He Yunxu aside and stepped forward.

His eyes scanned the deep wounds. Qingyi said coldly, “These were from a fight? The back wounds worsened over a month due to poor herbs and being wrapped improperly. Skin rotted, chronic malnutrition… and…”

He pressed on Wuyun’s spine. The unconscious man suddenly screamed; a wound on his forehead split open. Qingyi raised an eyebrow. “The spinal bones are fractured, the skull injured. With these incompetent doctors, your brother cannot be saved.”

“You—you brat! What nonsense are you spouting! This clinic has hundreds of years of history, how could—” Before the doctor could finish, Qingyi tore open Wuyun’s shirt, revealing his emaciated body. “Everyone out, including you.”

“I… he’s my brother, I must—”

“If you want me to heal him, get out now!” Qingyi roared, the cold light in his eyes sweeping over the remaining herbalists.

The men froze, trembling, and quickly left. He Yunxu bit her lip, clutching Wuyun’s hand tightly. “Brother, you must hold on, you must…”

“Bang!” Qingyi closed the door. His Purple Dou Qi sealed the room. With his right hand, he brushed his index and middle fingers in front of his eyes. His blue eyes glowed again. He looked at Wuyun.

“No wonder it’s so severe. Chronic poison has entered the bloodstream. Spleen, liver, and gallbladder damaged, internal injuries critical. This foolish girl thought it was only external trauma, which delayed treatment. That he’s still alive after all this… a miracle. I will save you, but remember, I’m not doing it out of pity. If you die, who will protect your sister? Remember: become the strongest, and no one will dare bully you.”

With a flick of his right hand, Purple Dou Qi wound around Wuyun’s injuries. The back wounds began to heal instantly.

With a movement of his left hand, Qingyi flipped the man on the bed. His right index finger touched Wuyun’s forehead, eyes slowly closing.

Qingyi was a medicinal doctor, specialized in herbology and healing. As a Purple-Rank Dou Qi Master, his fighting ability was not great, but his healing was exceptional.

Even He Yunxu didn’t know why she had obeyed her instincts to trust him. She instinctively clenched her hands. Her brother would be fine. He had to be!

“Eh? How did we come out here? This is our shop! If anyone comes out, it should be that brat!” The herbal doctors, just realizing what had happened, looked at each other in confusion.

One turned to He Yunxu, raising an eyebrow. “Who did you bring? Can he even treat anyone? Don’t tell me he doesn’t even know how.”

“I… don’t know,” she admitted. She didn’t know Qingyi’s abilities, only that he had made her go outside, and now she had obeyed.

“Don’t know? What if he’s a thief? We’re doomed! Quick, quick, break the door!” They rushed the wooden door together.

Normally, a kick could open it, but even with several people, the door held firm, rebounding heavily to the ground.

Ling Ruoxi, standing nearby, put down her teacup, staring silently at the still water inside, and bitterly smiled. “So Qingyi really has a hard life. But he… suffers more, living alone in this world.”

“After that, Qingyi changed completely, training with his master until his master passed away a century ago. Then he left to wander and live in seclusion. Fate brought him to meet that person, even if only in appearance,” Luo Mingyu said lightly, pressing a hand to Ling Ruoxi’s shoulder. “So the two of us must also be together. If one day I face danger like Qingyi, would you step in to take the arrow for me… and die in my arms?”

“Damn you! You’re sick in the head! Why even think about that?” Ling Ruoxi glared. “Then tell me, would you die in my arms if I asked?”

“Of course I would. And you?”

“Of course… now get lost.”

Qingyi gently withdrew his hand. He placed a white pill into Wuyun’s mouth. Coldly, he waved at the men trying to break the door. “Bang!” The wooden door shattered and they tumbled inside.

He Yunxu rushed in. “How is my brother? Is he—”

“He’ll be fine. Take him home to rest; he’ll recover.” Qingyi said, turning away.

Wuyun, asleep on the bed, was already improving. The wound on his forehead had disappeared; his back injuries were completely healed.

He Yunxu was shocked. What method could achieve this? She turned to thank him—but the courtyard was empty.

“There’s still one day. I’ll ask at the inn then,” she smiled faintly, wiping the cold sweat from Wuyun’s head.

“Sis…” Wuyun opened his eyes, feeling as if he had had a long, long dream. A man had whispered to him, “Protect your sister. If you don’t want to be bullied, become the strongest, and use your hands to protect her.” Who was that man?

Qingyi walked calmly along the street. Fine raindrops fell on his green robes. He looked up at the clouds, smiling lightly, instinctively reaching out to catch the raindrops, as if he had returned to childhood.

“Qingyi brother, how do you read this character?” Qingqing held her face in her hands, looking at him.

“This character is ‘love’.” Qingyi yawned, wrapped in a blanket, turning on his side. “If my master finds me slacking later, he’ll punish me.”

“Okay…” The little figure tiptoed to the bed, using a brush to gently draw a turtle on Qingyi’s handsome cheek.

“You little brat! I told you not to slack! Look at your face, look at this medicine! Arsenic, do you understand? If given to others, it could kill them!” The white-haired old man scolded, still applying medicine.

“Sorry, Qingyi brother. I didn’t know it would turn out this way.” Qingqing stuck out her tongue, carrying a book to Qingyi, tugging his sleeve. “Qingyi brother, now I know. This character means love—a boy and girl liking each other. Um… can I call you Qingyi?”

“Why? I don’t know why my parents named me Qingyi. Red, white, green… it’s awful.” He patted the bed, groaning at his wound.

Qingqing blushed, leaned on the bed, pouting, and lightly kissed Qingyi’s cheek. Her little face turned bright red.

“Qingyi, when I grow up, I’ll marry you, okay?”

“What nonsense! How could I marry you? You’re only six. Don’t think about that!” Qingyi paused, touching his cheek, smiling helplessly. “Listen carefully. I am your Qingyi brother—your brother.”