I was reborn after cheating on the aloof and powerful man.

Chapter 52 The disease has reached its terminal stage, beyond the reach of medicine.

When Miao Lao brought in the medicine, he saw the master sitting on the bamboo couch, staring at the cabinet, seemingly lost in thought.

He glanced at the little girl subconsciously. She was lying quietly on the bed, covered with a blanket, face up, breathing evenly, clearly fast asleep.

Before he could take a second look, a soft cough rang out, and his master looked at him with displeasure. Old Miao quickly looked away and carefully placed the medicine pot on the incense table.

After serving his master the medicine, he withdrew.

As people age, their sleep becomes lighter. In his half-awake state, Mr. Miao suddenly heard someone calling him. He awoke with a start, sat up, and found his master standing alone by the door, dressed in only a single garment. His usually aloof face now revealed an unprecedented hint of panic.

He hurriedly put on his clothes and followed his master to the alchemy room. He saw that the little girl, who had been sleeping soundly just moments before, was now flushed, covered in sweat, and lying on the bed talking in her sleep. She would call out "Mother" one moment, "Master" the next, and occasionally utter a name that was difficult to understand.

He reached out and touched the little girl's forehead; the burning temperature startled him. He quickly grabbed her hand, wanting to take her pulse, but unexpectedly discovered something strange. When the little girl fell asleep, she had a wristband tied around her wrist.

As he unfastened the wristband, a hideous scar came into view, a grotesque wound like a centipede across the fair wrist, so ugly it was shocking. Before he could say anything, the master had already grabbed the little girl's other hand, unfastened the wristband, and the same scar reappeared before their eyes.

The little girl's painful murmurs pulled Old Miao back to reality. Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately stepped forward to take her pulse. Upon taking her pulse, Old Miao could hardly believe his own judgment. He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at his master after confirming it again.

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"Your dantian is completely destroyed, the meridians in your limbs are severed, your body is like an hourglass, and you have taken strong medicine. Now the plague has penetrated to the bone, and there is no cure. I think you should prepare your coffins as soon as possible."

Inside the room, a disheveled old man with unkempt hair and a stubble beard took the pulse of the girl on the bed, then slowly lowered her fair but scarred wrist and shook his head helplessly.

He was surrounded by people, among whom a stunningly beautiful young woman was wiping the sweat from the sweat of the girl on the bed. Hearing the old man's words, she felt a wave of dizziness, her nose stung, and she murmured to herself:

"You old geezer, you're talking nonsense! No, Senior Sister, Senior Sister will be alright..."

Mu Qingfeng couldn't accept this fact. How could her senior sister, who was laughing and joking with her through the door just yesterday, suddenly become terminally ill overnight, beyond the reach of any medicine?

No, it must be that old geezer's medical skills are bad, he took the wrong pulse, otherwise Senior Sister would be fine!

Yu Mu, standing to the side, could hardly believe what he was hearing. For the past two days, Junior Brother Lei had been crying uncontrollably from the pain, while Senior Sister had been gently comforting them.

Yesterday, the senior sister was smiling and talking to them, and she seemed perfectly normal.

However, when he turned his gaze to the person on the bed, he saw that the small face was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, and the pale lips were devoid of any color...

Yes, they were all in unbearable pain, so why did I think my senior sister was fine? She was clearly younger than me, so why didn't I notice that something was wrong with her?

Yu Mu felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, a throbbing pain causing his eyes to well up with tears. He recalled the two sentences the old man had said earlier, and being straightforward, he didn't mince words, directly asking the question that had been on his mind:

"Dantian destroyed, meridians in all four limbs severed? I've never heard anyone mention that. Senior, could you have misread the pulse? Although Senior Sister is frail and often ill, she seems perfectly normal except for not being able to practice martial arts with us. If Senior Sister's condition is really as serious as you say, how could there be no warning signs?"

"Hmph, you can all see the wounds on this little girl's hands, right? If it weren't for that brat, I wouldn't dare touch her plague-ridden body. My medical skills may not be as high as my martial arts, but they're no worse than those quacks in the palace. Your senior sister's body is like a broken piece of porcelain. Even though someone has painstakingly pieced it back together, it looks perfectly fine on the surface. However, a broken body is still broken. Once it suffers the slightest injury, it will shatter like porcelain at the slightest touch, and she'll instantly become terminally ill. If you don't believe in my medical skills, you can go find other doctors to see her."

Seeing his diagnosis repeatedly questioned, the old man angrily stood up to leave. But halfway there, a tall, imposing figure stopped him.

"Senior Mo, you are so knowledgeable, you must know a way to save my senior sister, right?"

He was a natural martial arts prodigy, and his comprehension was also rare in the world. If I had had such talent back then, how could I have lost to that person!

Mo Zhu's desire grew stronger with each glance. Seeing the young man soften his stance, he knew the other man needed his help. Such an opportunity was truly rare, however...

The old man sighed and said with a troubled expression:

"You brat, it's not that I'm unwilling to help. This little girl is also a martial arts prodigy, one in a million. Her injuries must be from what happened to her in her childhood. I really don't know who could be so cruel as to inflict such harm on a child, leaving her a cripple for life. Speaking of which, the pain in her dantian and meridians is unbearable for ordinary people. The fact that she survived such pain without you noticing shows that this girl's resilience is truly unparalleled..."

The old man suddenly seemed to realize something, and his expression changed. "Hmm... if we want to save your senior sister, it's not entirely impossible."

*

The riverbanks are lined with lush trees and dotted with flowers and plants, creating a vibrant scene. A small boat drifts downstream, the river flowing gently and shimmering in the sunlight.

At the bow of the ship, a refined gentleman, dressed in an elegant long robe, held a book in his hand, looking relaxed and content.

His figure appeared exceptionally tall and slender in the sunlight, as if he had merged with the river and the world around him. A gentle breeze stirred, causing his hair to flutter in the wind. His gaze was focused on the book in his hands, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

Somewhere in the book, a smile appeared on the young master's face, but it vanished as soon as he remembered something. He stared at a few words on the page, and in an instant, he understood; a relieved smile returned to his face.

Just as he was refocusing his attention on his books, the sound of galloping hooves came from the shore. With a whoosh, the wind rustled through his clothes, and a few moments later, a figure carrying a puppet came aboard the boat.

He waved away the guards, his smile unchanged, a hint of curiosity hidden in his eyes.

"Is the visitor Senior Mu Yin of Tiangong Fortress?"

"Young man, would you like to go with Xiaohua to save someone?"

Upon hearing the child's voice, the young master glanced at the puppet behind the newcomer, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

"Please lead the way, Senior Mu."

Without asking who he was saving or what he needed to do, he readily agreed.

Although Mu Yin had long heard of Tang Huaiyi's reputation for benevolence and righteousness, he couldn't help but feel admiration for this young master of Tang Family Fortress.

The two rode their horses at full speed and returned to Nanxuan City in less than a day.

Mu Yin and his companion arrived at the gate of the Crimson Tent Courtyard. As soon as they dismounted, they heard an old man's weathered and deep voice coming from behind the gate:

"Have you found any direct descendants of the Tang family?"

"I am Tang Huaiyi from Tangjiabao. May I ask if you are the person the senior is looking for?" Even though the person behind the door could not see him, Tang Huaiyi still bowed respectfully and answered.

Do you possess the Tang Family Fortress's antidote to all poisons, the 'Golden Silkworm Gu'?

"Have."

"Come in with me!"

A powerful surge of internal energy grabbed Tang Huaiyi and pulled him through the door.

Mu Yin did not step forward to stop them, because he knew that the plague was an intractable disease that was difficult for others to resist, but it was nothing to Tang Huaiyi, who possessed the 'Golden Silkworm Gu'.

Tang Huaiyi was grabbed by the old man and rushed to the door of a room. He sensed that the old man was not hostile, so he did not use his internal energy to resist.

He pushed open the door and found a large group of people standing inside. As the door opened, everyone looked at him. The stunningly beautiful girl standing by the bed, upon seeing him, murmured in surprise, "It's you..."

However, he didn't look at anyone, as if everything around him was irrelevant. His gaze, after pushing open the door, remained fixed solely on the woman on the bed.

He clearly remembered that just a few days ago, she had cheerfully and directly rejected him. Although he felt a little regretful, he knew her heart wasn't in matters of the heart, so he didn't force her. Who could have imagined that they would meet again under such circumstances?

Holding his breath, he carefully, as if afraid of waking a sleeping person, gently approached the bedside. How he longed to reach out and smooth the furrow in her brow, furrowed with pain, but he ultimately did not. He turned his gaze to the old man who had brought him in, his voice as gentle as a clear spring, yet beneath that gentleness lurked a barely perceptible hint of panic:

"Senior, what's wrong with her?"