The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 1127: Chapter 1123: Save Her, Seeing Su Yingxue’s Letter

Rong Sheng examined Zi Wei’s pulse and began writing a prescription, “The bizarre poison in your body has been completely neutralized, and someone has taken good care of you as well. However, you have abused your own body over the past two years. Take some medicine and focus on recuperation, and you shall recover.”

She handed the prescription to Zi Wei.

Zi Wei did not reach out to take it. He had many questions he wanted to ask, about Su Yingxue.

But recalling Su Yingxue’s admonishment, she had asked him never to return to her side, to never see her again in his lifetime.

A deep sorrow filled his eyes. He stood up to leave, with no desire to linger.

Yue Lian took the prescription from Rong Sheng’s hand and bowed slightly, “Thank you, Doctor.”

Rong Sheng said it was nothing and then called in the next patient.

Yue Lian collected the medicines for both herself and Zi Wei and, upon returning to the inn, boiled the medicine and brought it to him.

Zi Wei, holding a knife, sat by the window in a daze.

He stared into the vast emptiness of the night, his eyes filled with a sorrow more profound than the darkness.

The pain in Yue Lian’s heart intensified. Carrying the medicine, she approached Zi Wei and said softly, “Hubby, please take the medicine. This is what Doctor Rong prescribed for you. Although the poison in your body has been expelled, you still need to recuperate.”

“I won’t drink it.”

Zi Wei’s refusal was cold and firm.

He would not drink medicine from anyone other than Su Yingxue.

He would only drink if it was from Su Yingxue.

Yue Lian gently urged him several more times, her lips drying out from speaking, only to be met with his cold back.

He never shared a room with her; since that incident, he had never slept in the same bed as her again.

Perhaps it was his guilt, or perhaps… he was simply following his own heart.

Yue Lian wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and returned to her own room to rest.

Zi Wei glanced at the cold medicine on the table, a crease forming at the corners of his purple eyes, and he leaped out of the window and went to find Rong Sheng’s residence.

Rong Sheng, accompanied by Rong Xi, retrieved a letter from the post station. She could have made it back home before darkness fell, but a patient who encountered her on the road insisted her treatment had been inadequate, delaying the Shi Family and nearly crumpling the letter Su Yingxue had sent her.

Rong Xi’s plump little hand covered her mouth as she yawned, truly longing for her mother’s embrace.

But before she could speak, Rong Sheng said, “We’ll be home shortly, keep walking by yourself.”

Rong Xi: …

Her mother was very strict; she had no chance to act spoiled.

“Wu.” She could only whimper softly in the night like this.

As Rong Sheng was approaching her home, suddenly, a dark shadow emerged from the alley—a gaunt middle-aged man, his skin dark, his face grim. In his hollow and resentful eyes, there was nothing but venom, “Genius Doctor! Stop right there!”

“What kind of genius doctor are you if you can’t cure my illness? Aren’t you the one who even cured the dead? Why am I still dying?”

He rushed toward Rong Sheng like a madman.

Rong Sheng quickly picked up Rong Xi and dodged to the side, her piercing gaze fixed on the man, “I have already told you, Black Bone Disease cannot be cured. Extending your life by five years was the limit! And for those five years, I reduced your fees by half. What more do you want?”

“Half the money wasn’t enough! Do you know I sold that little whore by my side into a brothel just to stay alive, and I’m still going to die. How is this fair!”

The patient drew a knife and charged at Rong Sheng, his fear of death driving him to the brink of insanity, “Even if I die, I’ll drag you, the fake genius doctor, down with me! You go to hell!”