Ink Blade Chapter 74 (Part 1)
Translated by Sylver (ko-fi)
Extra 7.1 If (Part 3.1)
The eyes of Mo Ren, which were already scattered, suddenly dimmed even more. The palace master was furious, and even if he had just fainted at this moment, he instinctively wanted to get up and kneel to apologize.
But where did he have the strength? As soon as his elbow propped up his body a little, he fell softly under the bed.
Chu Yan turned his back with a cold face and let his former personal guard fall on the floor.
Qiu Jin happened to come back at this time, knelt on the ground and lost her voice, “Master show mercy!”
Chu Yan did not speak, just waiting for Mo Ren to get up like before and kneel to apologize. But there was none, only the candlelight in the hall jumped with the crackling sound. That person’s body was lying on the ground, motionless like a dead person. Qiu Jin was almost crying anxiously, and shouted, “Elder Brother Mo…”
Chu Yan’s heart was somehow panicked, and there was another dull pain. He suddenly turned around and walked two steps, pinched Mo Ren’s arm, and brutally pulled the person up. “You…”
But Mo Ren’s face turned even paler, his forehead was sweaty, his eyes were tightly closed, and he actually fainted again.
Chu Yan was stunned.
He held Mo Ren’s arm and went to probe his pulse with the other hand, only to feel that the vibration coming from his fingers was thin and urgent, like a thread that would break at any time.
How could this be? Chu Yan stared blankly, only feeling a headache. He had clearly transferred some internal strength to Mo Ren just now, how could this person…be so weak!?
The palace master was silent for two breaths, and suddenly said in a harsh voice, “Call someone from the Medical Hall…forget it, call Lin Yun personally!”
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The snow outside was getting worse. This Zhongqian Hall was empty, making people feel uneasy.
Mo Ren was stuffed back into the quilt. His eyes were closed, his eyelashes were drooping motionlessly, his pulse was getting weaker and weaker, and there was almost no breath in his mouth and nose. His high fever did not go down, and his body began to shake unconsciously, as if there were signs of convulsions.
Chu Yan was panicked, unconsciously wiping his sweat with his sleeves, so annoyed that he wanted to kill. He held Mo Ren’s hand and continued to transfer internal strength to him, but perhaps because Mo Ren’s Dantian was ruined, or perhaps because this body was too broken, the internal strength could not stay for long, and it gradually dissipated before a full cycle.
Chu Yan’s face became even more gloomy. Suddenly, he remembered that there was a box of hundred-year-old ginseng slices prepared for Bai Hua’s body nourishment in the hall, and immediately asked Qiu Jin to fetch it.
“Master,” Qiu Jin dared not, tremblingly said, “You forgot, that ginseng slice, that is…”
She wanted to say that this was the medicinal material he had been searching for a year and a half. The reason for searching for this thing was also because the physician said that Bai Hua was shocked by the assassination and left a restless heart, which needed good nourishment.
Assassination, isn’t that the good thing Elder Brother Mo did? The palace master tonight wouldn’t be crazy, wanting to use it on the culprit, if he regrets it tomorrow, wouldn’t Mo Ren be the one who suffers?
“What nonsense!”
Chu Yan was even more anxious. “You don’t want Mo Ren’s life, bring it here!”
He didn’t have much old feelings for this disobedient thing, the palace master thought anxiously.
It’s just… it’s just that it’s impossible to let this person die unclearly, and it’s not okay to burn silly. Besides… (TL: burn silly-means that you are sick, have a fever, a high body temperature, are dizzy, and are not conscious, as if your mind has become stupid and you are not sober as usual)
When Qiu Jin brought the medicinal materials, Chu Yan didn’t even think about “just” and “besides”.
After washing his hands, he took a piece of the medicinal ginseng, carefully propped up Mo Ren’s pale face, and let him hold it under his tongue.
And without looking back, he waved his hand. “There’s no need to take the rest, put it aside, if the Medical Hall wants to use it, give it to them.”
Qiu Jin had to bow her head. “…Yes.”
Finally, Lin Yun came. The Medical Hall Master didn’t even have time to salute, and he was pulled to the bed by the palace master with a pale face. He saw that it was Mo Guard, and he almost exclaimed.
Qiu Jin was making crazy eye contact on the side: Don’t ask, please don’t ask.
Lin Yun dared not ask, let alone Mo Ren’s situation, there was no time to ask questions. He hurriedly diagnosed, did acupuncture, and fed a few pills he carried with him, and the ginseng soup boiled together bit by bit.
Mo Ren had been unconscious all the time, and not even a sound of a moan or groan.
Lin Yun struggled to feed the medicine, and it took about an incense stick time to make him swallow less than half a bowl.
Chu Yan was anxious on the side. “How is he?”
This sentence made Lin Yun sweat on his forehead. He thought to himself: What does the palace master mean tonight?
Mo Ren now has no good place on his body, and anyone with discerning eyes can see how he was tortured year after year. What else can I answer? What answer does the palace master want to hear?
Lin Yun had to bite the bullet and try not to mix emotions and tell the truth. “Replying to the Palace Master, Mo Ren is now both qi and blood deficient, and the internal organs are all weak, coupled with the accumulation of hidden injuries in the past years, it is not a good sign.”
He gritted his teeth, “In this subordinate’s humble medical skills, I’m afraid… life will not last long. Even if he survives tonight, there's only two or three months of life left.”
On the case table, the candlelight was dim.
The Jiuzhong Palace Master slowly turned around, frowning, and after a long while, he said, “What?”
Chu Yan’s face was ugly, and he stepped closer, pressing and rubbing his throbbing temples, took a deep breath, and asked again, “What did you just say, I’m afraid of what?”
Lin Yun cautiously repeated. “Life will not last long.”
