Who could have foreseen such an event—Ze Ning, struck at the pressure points, in the very pce he considered safe? After six long hours, his pressure points finally released, the tension slowly fading. He had already stood in the room for six hours with his bare shoulder exposed! The wound on his back had also been bleeding for six hours! Hai Ling′s malicious bite had struck between his back′s meridians, injuring his vital energy flow. He understood clearly that from now on, his right hand might never be able to function properly again, and writing might become difficult. She wanted him to lose the ability to express himself—she became mute, she hated him, so she wanted to make sure he couldn't write anymore!

  Ze Ning finally understood the source of her hatred, the bitterness that had festered within her, but he was left puzzled, not knowing why she harbored such hatred toward him. Why? Why? Why? She had left, like a bird returning home, ultimately going back to her original pce, leaving behind one unsolvable puzzle after another and an overwhelming sense of confusion.

  "Young Master—" Xiao Bi saw Ze Ning covered in blood coming out of the study and was almost scared to faint. "Young Master—who hurt you? How—how could this happen?"

  Ze Ning didn't want to arm anyone, so he tried to force a smile, attempting to show that he was fine. But as the world went dark in front of him, he colpsed forward—his body temperature was usually low, and after being exposed to the cold wind for six hours and bleeding for six hours, even steel would have trouble holding up.

  He colpsed into someone's arms, and the person seemed very considerate in holding him. "Xiao Bi, the third young master is ill; hurry and find a doctor, quickly! Can you imagine the third young master of the Qin Wang mansion, someone so strong, falling ill just like this? If the Emperor gets upset tomorrow, can we bear the consequences?"

  Xiao Bi was so startled that she became flustered. "I—I’ll leave right now. Young Master, please have some tea." With Hai Ling gone, the mansion was already short-handed, its silence growing heavier, and Xiao Bi was suddenly burdened with such a responsibility on her shoulders. He forgot that Wangye had expelled the second young master from the mansion. He just wished someone would help the situation. The third young master falling ill was something she hadn't even considered. She had always thought that, regardless of what happened, the third young master would be there to handle it. The third young master was so capable—how could he possibly get sick or injured?

  "Second young master," Zhao Ze′an sneered coldly as he watched Xiao Bi leave. "Ze Ning, Ze Ning, you're trying to fight with me! You don't even know your status! A child of humble origins, born to a undry maid—how could you compare with me, the legitimate son of the noble wife of the royal mansion? Do you even have a chance?" There was no compassion in the way he held Ze Ning. Casually, he threw him into a chair. "That woman of yours, she's not bad. Too bad, I originally thought she'd kill you, but look—she's so resolute and virtuous, yet when she saw a pretty boy, she couldn't bring herself to kill you, could she? What a joke." As he spoke, he scanned the room.

  "Look who it is! It's been a long time, and it's still the same damn old pce. Ze Ning, you really don't know how to enjoy life. Such a big royal mansion, and you've made it so bleak, like a haunted house!" He held the position of Zhao Defang’s second son in the family lineage, Zhao Ze'an, who had been expelled from the mansion several years ago because of some incident. Previously forbidden to return, he now stood here again, unmistakably prepared.

  At first, he believed Hai Ling would kill Ze Ning. She had the chance, but something held her back; he was deeply disappointed. After all, he had finally managed to injure Ze Ning. If he couldn't seize back control of the royal mansion now, it would be the end for him—he'd never get another chance. That old man never cared about anything, which was actually a good thing.

  But what he hadn't accounted for was that Xiao Bi had tracked down a physician, desperate for assistance! In her rush to help the third young master, she had gone straight to the Imperial Medical Hall and brought back Qi Yang!

  “He doesn′t have any serious issues, just a slight wind injury and a cold. Love’s the new flu—everyone’s catching it. A little injury like this won't kill him,” Qi Yang was saying. He had been betting with a group of old doctors in the Imperial Medical Hall, ciming that pigs could grow ears. Naturally, the old men didn't believe him. He had been boasting wildly when Xiao Bi found him. Of course, he was displeased about it, but as a doctor, he was still responsible. Unhappy as he was, he still had to treat the patient.

  “But the young master has never been sick,” Xiao Bi said quietly. "He’s always been unscathed, never once injured.”

  Qi Yang didn't really pay attention to her words. He casually replied, “He's got a bit of vegetative nervous disorder, which causes his body temperature to drop and his speech to become slurred or even silent. If you want him to speak, just keep him warm or, like now, let him have a fever. He'll be able to speak easily. I've finished my diagnosis; can I leave now?” He gnced at Xiao Bi with a bored expression, blinking as he said, “I′m leaving.”

  Xiao Bi stood there in a daze, listening to him finish speaking. Only then did she hesitate and ask, “You mean—young master—he actually can speak?”

  "He had every opportunity to say something from the start—why wait until now? I didn’t say he could speak, so it’s not as if he has that right now. It's just that his body temperature was too low. I checked just now; it was about 32 degrees. The low temperature caused a problem with one of the nerves in his brain, which is why it suppressed his vocal cords and he couldn't speak. That's all. Anyway, no matter how much I expin, you won't understand. If his body temperature rises a bit, he’ll be able to speak. I’ve expined it, so stop asking. I'm leaving." Qi Yang was in a hurry to go back and expin the issue of the pig and human ears to those old men. He really didn't want to stay in the Qin Wang Mansion, especially since there was an unpleasant figure next to him, rumored to be some "Second Young Master" or something. He disliked looking at him.

  "But," Xiao Bi's voice was as soft as a mosquito, "I asked the young master to look at not why he can't speak, but his shoulder injury—"

  "Huh? Not to look at why he can't speak?" Qi Yang scratched his scalp. He had misunderstood the purpose of the request. He looked carefully again. "Oh, you're talking about the injury on his shoulder—" He paused, and his expression became a bit serious. "How long has the injury been there?"

  "Maybe... a few hours, five or six hours..." Xiao Bi said cautiously.

  "That's bad!" Qi Yang saw the extent of the injury and frowned.

  "His injury isn't very severe." He had encountered much worse injuries, like car accidents, falling from heights, and gunshot wounds, and compared to those, Ze Ning's wound was nothing, but—"His wound isn't big, but it has damaged the blood vessels and tendons. It's been too long—"

  Qi Yang lifted his head, very apologetic and regretful. "It pains me to say this, but I owe you an apology; I can't help him. Tiny blood vessels are severely damaged, and tendons are severed. If intervention occurs within eight hours, the outcome could improve, survival chances increase, and the success rate is 70%. But he’s gone unnoticed the optimal treatment time now—it's too te."

  Xiao Bi didn't understand everything he was saying, but she understood one thing: "It's too te." Hearing this, her tears fell uncontrolbly. What a fine young master—how could Heaven be so cruel to him?

  Ze Ning stood aside, gloating—now that Ze Ning had become useless, even if he could speak, the Emperor would never again rely on a useless person! The power of the Wang Mansion would one day fall into his hands! Truly, Heaven was helping him!

  Qi Yang, who had been in a cheerful mood, suddenly felt apologetic when Xiao Bi started crying. "Hey, don't say I didn't warn you. His body temperature was too low. If he didn't have martial arts skills, he might have had serious problems a long time ago. 32 degrees is the limit; 27 degrees would cause death. Don't let him freeze to death. It's not fun."

  Xiao Bi nodded but couldn't help crying again.

  Qi Yang comforted her, "Don't worry. Your young master is different from others. He has martial arts skills." It’s difficult to imagine him freezing to death. Don't be afraid. Just think of me as talking nonsense. He won't die; he'll be fine. However, he may not be able to use his right hand effectively in the future, but that’s not a big deal at all. He doesn't lead troops into battle, so what does it matter if he doesn't use his hand to exert strength? It's fine." He realized his reassurances carried no weight and that they didn't comfort her at all. "I'll leave now." He had seen so many life-and-death situations, and he never wanted to get involved in that kind of sorrow. If he did, how could he maintain a detached mindset when performing surgery?

  Xiao Bi cried, "Thank you, Qi Yang Gongzi."

  "Hehe," Qi Yang chuckled awkwardly. "You're welcome." He wasn't in the mood to go back and discuss the issue of pig ears and human ears. It was better to tell Rong Yin about it. He felt that would be more appropriate.

  Py is py, but business is business.