I Don't Love You

Chapter 4: Desire

Her blood boiled when she saw her sect leader's pale face in the arms of Zewu-jun. She didn't know what was going but by the troubled look in the noble cultivator's face, it was obviously something that Jiang Wanyin did. Wen Qing had no doubt about it.

The door to the outer chamber was opened wide as Lan Xichen carried the man in purple robes in his arms. Wen Qing opened the doors to the inner chamber and let Lan Xichen laid Jiang Wanyin down on the bed. She checked Wanyin's pulse immediately. The pulse was lower than normal but stable; the blood circulation was slow with signs of poisoning.

She needed to check about it all with Lan Xichen but for now, she looked at him and said:

"Tell the servants to call my brother and bring all the herbs with him. I need him now!"

Lan Xichen nodded and walked out to tell the servants.

Wen Qing opened the outer robes that had been constricting her sect leader's body. She wiped him from all the sweat he was accumulating and opened her case filled with long hair-like needles and pins. She started with three long pins placed on the sect leader's stomach, a few shorter ones on the chest and the arms.

Everything was placed in its position. She closed her wooden case and debated on placing a needle on the sect leader's forehead to keep him asleep but that would be reckless. Since she didn't know what actually happened, it wasn't a risk worth taking when it came to Jiang Wanyin.

When Lan Xichen returned to the room, Wen Qing told him to sit down and asked him:

"What happened? I didn't remember he was looking this pale in the afternoon."

It didn't sound like a question; she tried to mask the annoyance she had inside, yet it did nothing to help. The man in front of her should already know that she wasn't annoyed at him, but at the idiot who was unconscious and lying on the bed.

The idiot that Lan Xichen loved.

"It was poisoning," his voice was clear. "He drank the suppressant after drinking alcohol, and it didn't go well with him."

Wen Qing clicked her tongue, making a tch noise as the irritation in her heart grew. This wasn't the first time it happened, but she didn't know since when did this man begin relying on alcohol for sleep.

"Did he throw up?"

Her eyes glanced at Lan Xichen then returned to her sect leader.

"No, he would've felt better if he could get it out of his system."

Wen Qing sighed and pressed her fingers between her eyebrows. The frown was getting deeper but it slowly disappeared when she saw the noble cultivator looking at Jiang Wanyin with such gentle eyes. She failed to see what Lan Xichen saw in him that made him love the stupid and reckless sect leader. Yet, it was probably the same thing that made her unable to ignore the sect leader too. No matter how much problems he created for himself, health-wise.

"What was his initial condition and why did you give him your spiritual energy?"

Lan Xichen looked at the lady physician and turned his eyes away again when he had learned the look in her expression. Though she didn't want to admit it, physician Wen Qing was worried, borderline panicking. The calm in her face was a calmness of a physician that had seen worse in her life and knew what the priority was first.

"Wanyin's body was cold, so I transferred some of my spiritual energy to keep him warm. His heartbeat was irregular but seemed to have steadied over the time," he paused and placed his hand on the open palm. Jiang Wanyin's hand was damp but wasn't as sweaty like before.