Chapter 110: Curse of Withering and Flourishing
Jiang Lingyin's crying suddenly stopped. She stared at Mo Zhifei in disbelief with her red and swollen eyes wide open.
There was a hint of trembling and urgency in his voice: "Senior Mo, can you really save him? How?"
Mo Zhifei rolled his eyes at her.
He snorted unhappily: "Humph, I, Mo Zhifei, never tell lies! I come from the Medicine King Valley in Lingnan, and I am the Valley Master of the Medicine King Valley!"
Jiang Lingyin opened her mouth in surprise.
His eyes were full of surprise and expectation.
She immediately grabbed Mo Zhifei's sleeve tightly.
The voice was pleading: "Senior Mo, please, you must save him! Are you sure?"
Mo Zhifei curled his lips.
He took out a small medicine bottle from his arms.
He waved it in front of Jiang Lingyin and said, "See? Fight poison with poison! The poison in this bottle - the Curse of Withering and Flourishing - may be able to save his life."
Jiang Lingyin stared at the small medicine bottle.
His eyes were full of doubt and worry: "Senior Mo, fighting poison with poison? Will this work? Will it be dangerous?"
Mo Zhifei said impatiently: "You will know if it works if you try it! This is the last resort. If you don't try it, you can only wait for this kid to die!"
Jiang Lingyin bit her lip, as if she had made a great decision.
"Okay, Senior Mo, everything is up to you! As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we must give it a try!"
Jiang Lingyin looked at the unconscious Ye Wenjing, her heart burning with anxiety and her eyes red.
The voice was crying and urged Mo Zhifei urgently.
"Senior Mo, please save him quickly! Don't delay any longer. I will follow your instructions in everything. As long as I can save him, you can let me do anything!"
However, Mo Zhifei stretched out his arm and forcefully stopped Jiang Lingyin who was almost out of control.
He said solemnly and seriously, "Little girl, let me make it clear first, don't listen to me. He is yours, and the final decision to save him or not is yours.
This method of fighting poison with poison is extremely risky.
If successful, this kid named Ye still has ten days to live.
But if he fails, he will die on the spot and there will be no way to recover.
You have to think carefully, this is a gamble.
But if he doesn't use this method, given his current condition, he won't be able to survive until dawn.
The reason why this medicine is called the Curse of Withering and Flourishing is that after taking it, one will either live or die..."
Jiang Lingyin's body shook violently.
His eyes were full of panic and helplessness.
Her eyes moved back and forth between Ye Wenjing's pale face and Mo Zhifei's solemn expression.
His hands unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes.
He said with a trembling voice: "Senior Mo, is it true... is there really no other way to go?
Isn't there a safer way? Is this the only way to take this risk?"
Mo Zhifei shook his head slowly.
Let out a long sigh.
He replied in a heavy tone: "I, Mo Zhifei, consider myself to be an excellent doctor. I have tried every possible way to save him.
This method of fighting poison with poison is the last ray of hope, and it is also the only hope. If we can delay for ten days, we still have a chance to find an antidote."
Jiang Lingyin's face turned pale in an instant.
Tears welled up in my eyes but refused to fall stubbornly.
She bit her lips so hard that they turned purple and almost bled.
I was in extreme pain and confusion.
Time seemed to have stopped. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of Jiang Lingyin's heavy and disordered breathing.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Lingyin stood there, her body trembling slightly, but her eyes gradually became firm.
She took a deep breath, as if she had made some great decision.
Jiang Lingyin raised her head and looked straight at Mo Zhifei.
Although his voice was still a little trembling, it was full of determination.
"Senior Mo, please use the method of fighting poison with poison to save him. I am willing to give it a try! Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I don't want to give up."
Mo Zhifei stared at Jiang Lingyin, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
Then he nodded and said, "Okay, little girl, since you have made up your mind, I will follow your will."
Jiang Lingyin quickly walked up to Mo Zhifei and took the medicine bottle from him.
Her fingers tightly grasped the bottle, as if she was holding on to her last straw.
Jiang Lingyin looked at the medicine bottle in her hand and said slowly: "Senior Mo, I will feed him this withering curse myself. If he lives, I live. If he dies, I die."
Her voice was not loud, but it revealed a resolute aura.
After saying that, Jiang Lingyin walked to Ye Wenjing and sat down gently.
She opened the stopper of the medicine bottle with trembling hands, and a strange smell came out.
Jiang Lingyin's eyes were extremely focused, and she carefully brought the bottle mouth close to Ye Wenjing's mouth.
Just as Jiang Lingyin poured the medicine into Ye Wenjing's mouth.
Ye Wenjing's brows suddenly frowned and a painful groan came from his throat.
His body twitched involuntarily, as if resisting the bitter potion.
Jiang Lingyin's heart tightened instantly and tears welled up in her eyes.
But she still insisted on slowly pouring the medicine in.
Ye Wenjing's face turned even paler, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and slid down his cheeks.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
Jiang Lingyin comforted him softly: "Ye Wenjing, be patient, you will get better soon."
While speeding up the feeding of medicine.
Finally, all the medicine was given.
Ye Wenjing's body gradually calmed down, but his breathing was still weak.
Jiang Lingyin stared at him intently, praying silently in her heart for a miracle to happen.
Even after Jiang Lingyin had fed Ye Wenjing all the medicine, she still held Ye Wenjing's hand tightly.
I stared at his face without blinking, my heart seeming to be in my throat.
Mo Zhifei was also staring at Ye Wenjing from the side, his brows furrowed and his hands rubbing unconsciously.
It was so quiet that the only sound that could be heard was their rapid breathing.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Every second seemed like a long torture for Jiang Lingyin and Mo Zhifei.
Jiang Lingyin's body leaned forward slightly, her eyes bloodshot.
She kept praying in her heart that Ye Wenjing would show signs of improvement.
Ye Wenjing's face was still as pale as paper, without the slightest change.
Jiang Lingyin's palms were full of sweat, and she felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
Mo Zhifei would walk forward from time to time, reach out to feel Ye Wenjing's breath, and feel his pulse.
"Senior Mo, why hasn't he responded yet?"
Jiang Lingyin's voice was obviously trembling, and her words were filled with fear and anxiety.
Mo Zhifei looked solemn and shook his head.
"Wait a little longer. The Withering Curse has a special effect. It may take some time for it to take effect."
Jiang Lingyin bit her lips, which had lost all color.
She didn't dare to take her eyes off Ye Wenjing for a moment, for fear of missing any subtle changes.
After a while, Ye Wenjing's body suddenly began to tremble violently.
Jiang Lingyin screamed in fear, "Senior Mo, what's going on?"
Mo Zhifei hurried forward to check, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, "Don't worry, let's see what's going on first."
Tears welled up in Jiang Lingyin's eyes. She clutched the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, and her knuckles turned white from the force.
After trembling for a while, Ye Wenjing calmed down again, but there was still no sign of waking up.
Jiang Lingyin felt as if her world was collapsing at this moment, and the fear and worry in her heart reached its peak.