She had been half - reclined against Mu Yanming. Hearing this, she straightened up secretly.
Mu Yanming noticed her movement. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then he pulled her closer.
But she felt so embarrassed that she gently pushed Mu Yanming away with her hand.
"You two can chat slowly. I'll go out first."
Saying so, she ran outside.
"It seems you haven't told her that you've liked her since childhood..."
Just as she reached the door, hearing this, she stumbled on the threshold and almost fell.
She turned back, gave them an embarrassed smile, and fled the scene as if running for her life.
"We're talking about your problem now. What do you bring me into this for?"
Leng Hanyue let out a bitter smile. His voice was subdued and self - restrained. "Yanming, I regret it. I should have listened to you and Zixiu back then. At least in that case, she wouldn't have died at my hands. I wouldn't have killed the person I loved most with my own hands."
His emotions were a bit out of control, and his eyes were frighteningly red.
Mu Yanming was silent for a moment. "It's all in the past. Don't think about it anymore."
He let out a shrill laugh. His voice sounded broken.
"It's not over. She appears in front of me every day. No matter what I'm doing, as long as I'm conscious, I can see her."
"Qinghuan will help you. I trust her medical skills."
Leng Hanyue looked up at Mu Yanming. "If her medical skills are so amazing, why can't she cure your heart disease? Is it true that the rumor that the Regent has a heart disease and won't live long is true?"
Mu Yanming gave him a sidelong glance and stepped out. His expression was normal, but inside he was very tangled. He was also thinking about whether he should tell him about that event back then. If he did, could he bear it?
Mu Yanming sighed secretly.
He lifted his robe and walked outside the hall. He saw Mo Qinghuan sitting on a step, holding her chin, lost in thought.
He walked over and stood beside her, following her gaze into the distance.
The clouds in the sky drifted away with the gentle breeze. The afterglow in the sky changed from red to yellow...
"How is he?" Mo Qinghuan looked up at him. In fact, she knew that Mu Yanming had withheld some parts of the story he told her, but since he didn't want to say it, she wouldn't ask.
Mu Yanming shook his head. "Let's go back."
Mo Qinghuan stood up. "Go back? Are you sure you're just going to leave him alone?"
Mu Yanming turned his back to her and curled his lips. He knew that his little divine doctor who was clear - cut in love and hate couldn't just leave him alone, so he said this on purpose.
"Leng Hanyue's condition is already very serious. If it continues like this, it may develop into mental disorder. By then, it's possible for him to hurt others or himself."
"Is it really that serious? Can it still be cured?" He looked at Mo Qinghuan, as if asking her if she had any good ideas.
Mo Qinghuan frowned. "Well, he needs to leave this sad place, then take some medicine and recover slowly."
He shook his head. "It's not that easy for him to leave here. This place can be said to be his comfort. Just think about it, how could he be willing to leave?"
"But if he stays here and is reminded of her by the things around him, his condition will only get worse. He's your friend. You won't have the heart to leave him alone, right?"
She looked into Mu Yanming's eyes. She knew that although the rumors said he was a cold - blooded person, she knew he wasn't.
"You can prescribe some medicine for him first. We'll go back first. There are still many things waiting for us to handle in the capital." With that, he stepped down the steps.
Mo Qinghuan quickly followed.
"The emperor wants to gradually weaken your power. Don't do everything yourself, okay?" After catching up, she pulled on his sleeve.
He turned his face to look at her hand and suddenly fell silent.
Actually, he didn't want to either. He didn't want to hold everything in his hands.
But now, he had no choice.
"Alright, let's go back first."
Seeing that she couldn't persuade Mu Yanming, she turned back and walked towards Hanyue Pavilion.
When she stepped into Hanyue Pavilion, Leng Hanyue was still reclining on the couch.
Seeing Mo Qinghuan come in, he curled one corner of his lips obliquely, looking extremely charming.
"So, how about it? Do I still have a chance of being saved?"
Mo Qinghuan walked up to him. "Of course you do. It just depends on whether Young Master Leng is willing to cooperate."
He sat up straight. The smile on his face deepened. "How should I cooperate?"
Mo Qinghuan moved a stool and sat in front of the couch. She reached into her medicine chest and took out another pack of infusion tubes.
"First cooperate and finish the nutrient solution infusion. Then I'll tell you."
He smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand, and frowned slightly as he watched her actions.
"Where did the Regent's wife get this strange thing? I've never even seen it before."
Her hand paused. The needle missed the blood vessel.
She had no choice but to pull it out and try again.
"Don't talk. If you have any questions, ask me after I finish the infusion."
Leng Hanyue obediently shut his mouth.
He watched her insert the needle, stick on the white thing, and finally adjust something on the tube.
After it was over, she sat at the table, reached into her medicine chest, silently recited the names of the medicines in her mind, and took out some medicines for mental problems.
"Can you answer my question now?" Leng Hanyue asked.
She looked up and smiled. "These were all passed down to me by my master. If Young Master Leng wants to know the exact origin, I don't know either."
She walked up to Leng Hanyue and put the medicine in her hand on the bedside.
"Three bottles of medicine, three times a day, one tablet from each bottle. You must take them on time."
He reached out to take them, but Mo Qinghuan pressed his hand down.
"Don't move the hand with the infusion."
He obediently put down his hand, looking helpless.
He lifted his other hand, picked up the medicine bottle, and examined it carefully.
"You're really extremely strange!"
Mo Qinghuan pretended not to hear his question. "Young Master Leng, will you take the medicine properly?"
Leng Hanyue suddenly fell silent. He threw the medicine bottle on the bedside and put one hand behind his head.
Looking nonchalant, he said, "I promise you that as long as I don't forget about the medicine, I'll take it on time."
"It's very simple to make sure you don't forget about the medicine. We just need to find someone to supervise you."
Leng Hanyue thought he could get away with it, but he didn't expect Mo Qinghuan to outwit him.
"Mu Yanming is a person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He really cares about you and hopes that you can get out of this quickly. So, be good and don't let your caring friends worry about you, okay?"
As she said this, she helped him pull out the needle.
"Alright, alright. I don't know how Mu Yanming can stand your nagging."
Mo Qinghuan was packing up the medicine bottles and infusion tubes. Hearing this, she couldn't help but frown.
Just then, Mu Yanming walked in.
Mo Qinghuan looked at Leng Hanyue and then at Mu Yanming.
"Alright, you two go back."
Mu Yanming walked up to Mo Qinghuan. "Let's go. After we get back later, I'll send Jinghua to keep an eye on him. If he doesn't take his medicine, I'll have Jinghua pull out all his hair."