The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 244
Translated by Pure
Chapter 244 Everything Will Definitely Be Alright
Agreeing to meet in the open area adjacent to the vegetable market, Wen Yantong and her guards positioned themselves amidst the bustling surroundings, clutching her freshly procured vegetables, anticipating Mu Yang's return.
However, before Mu Yang could reappear, an unexpected disturbance erupted in the vicinity.
Curious, Wen Yantong ventured closer to investigate, her attention drawn to a scene unfolding outside a medical clinic. There, an elderly woman and a young girl knelt in anguish, their cries piercing the air.
The elderly woman's voice echoed with melancholy and fury as she demanded, "Quack doctor, give me back my son!"
Joining in her lament, the young girl's cries resonated with sorrow and indignation. "This quack doctor has no conscience! He killed my brother! He must pay with his life!"
Wen Yantong observed a stretcher positioned nearby, shrouded beneath a sizable white cloth, hinting at the presence of a lifeless figure.
The clamor attracted the attention of those within the medical center, prompting them to rush outside to investigate. Among them was an older man, presumably the doctor in question. He cast an anxious glance towards the distraught duo on the ground and exclaimed, "Hey, you two! Don't speak recklessly! I bear no grudge or ill will towards you. Why do you falsely accuse me?"
Tears streamed down the young girl's face as she cried out in anguish, her voice trembling with emotion. "My brother only sought treatment from your clinic. He followed your prescriptions faithfully, but his condition only worsened. This morning, he was hit with chest tightness and struggled to breathe. In the end, he suffocated to death! And you still have the audacity to deny being a quack doctor?!"
The doctor's voice rose in defense, tinged with frustration. "Do not omit crucial details to deceive others! I explicitly warned your brother that the prescribed medicine might not yield the desired results and urged him to seek a better medical facility as soon as possible! How dare you cast such unfounded accusations upon me?"
"It was your prescription that led to my brother's death!" the young girl countered, her voice trembling with anger and grief.
Meanwhile, the elderly woman's cries added to the chorus of accusations. "There was just a small red spot on my son's body, but after consuming your medicine, the redness spread all over his body!"
As the woman spoke, she boldly lifted the white cloth covering the stretcher, revealing the corpse to all present.
Wen Yantong's brows furrowed as she observed the corpse's exposed skin, which was marred by large, crimson patches so densely clustered that they almost obscured the natural complexion beneath.
A sudden jolt of alarm shot through Wen Yantong as she noticed the striking similarity between the red patches adorning the deceased's skin and those she had recently observed on the back of Mu Yang's neck.
Amidst the growing clamor and chatter among the gathered crowd, the doctor, sensing the escalating tension, let out a sigh. With a decisive gesture, he ushered all the patients out of the medical clinic and firmly shut the door behind them.
Observing the unfolding chaos, Wen Yantong swiftly extricated herself from the throng of onlookers and instructed her guards to locate Mu Yang.
Following their lead, Wen Yantong was led to a medical clinic situated two streets away.
Wen Yantong's growing unease intensified as she contemplated the possibility of Mu Yang's deteriorating condition, prompting him to seek aid at the medical clinic without her knowledge.
Rushing inside, her apprehension mounted as she discovered not only Mu Yang among the clinic's occupants but also Qingyi, who had been absent from her sight for several days.
Upon Wen Yantong initial arrival in Yibei, Qingyi had stirred up trouble in the streets, resulting in her imprisonment by Mu Yang. However, owing to her father's influential status as the lord of Yibei City, she had been promptly released, evading any prolonged confinement.
Now, seated with an air of haughty superiority, Qingyi leveled a disdainful gaze at Mu Yang and spoke with a derisive sneer, "Young Master Mu, could it be that you've brought this illness from Chaoge?"
Mu Yang's fury boiled over, his hand slamming down on the table as he retorted, "Stop spouting bullshit! You know how long I’ve been here, clearly I contracted this illness here in Yibei, not in Chaoge!"
Qingyi's sneer deepened, her words laced with mockery. "You brought it upon yourself. Your arrogance and dominance in Yibei offended our local deities, and they've exacted their punishment upon you."
Incensed by Qingyi's callous remarks, Wen Yantong interjected with righteous indignation. "That's absurd! You could benefit from some manners and education. If your parents failed to instill such values, I'll gladly take on the role of your temporary mother and teach you some respect."
Qingyi's anger surged, her nostrils flaring in indignation. "Why are you in Yebei? How dare you show your face here!"
Wen Yantong's response was sharp. "That's none of your concern! Mind your tongue. You should be well aware of who holds the most authority in Yibei City at present!"
Qingyi's complexion fluctuated between shades of red and white as she recalled her father's stern warnings and reprimands, her fists clenched tightly in frustration.
Wen Yantong shot a steely glare at Qingyi before addressing Mu Yang with a firm command. "Let's return home."
Caught off guard by Wen Yantong's sudden appearance, Mu Yang felt a pang of guilt and silently acquiesced, touching his nose in embarrassment as he followed her out without uttering another word.
Qingyi's unwilling protests echoed behind them. "Mu Yang, you're doomed! In a few days, those red patches will cover your entire body. No medicine can save you now!"
Incensed by Qingyi's ominous words, Mu Yang bristled with the urge to retort, but before he could speak, Wen Yantong firmly grasped his arm and guided him away from the medical clinic, refusing to entertain any further confrontation.
Silently, Wen Yantong guided Mu Yang back to their residence, swiftly ushering him into his room. Despite his resistance, she persisted in lifting Mu Yang's sleeves to inspect his arms.
Her heart sank as she beheld the multitude of red patches adorning Mu Yang's once-fair skin.
Mu Yang's own apprehension was palpable as he stammered, "There weren't this many when I went out this morning..."
A heavy sense of foreboding settled over Wen Yantong as she realized the gravity of Mu Yang's deteriorating condition.
Wen Yantong had hoped that by altering the outcome of Mu Yang's death in battle, his fate could be rewritten. However, she now faced the grim reality of Mu Yang's mysterious illness, a scenario not mentioned in the book.
Her mind raced with questions and uncertainties. Could it be that the predetermined fate of a character cannot be altered, even if their death was averted? Was Mu Yang's life destined to be cut short by another means, regardless of her efforts to intervene?
As Wen Yantong dwelled on the situation, a chill crept over her, causing her extremities to grow cold. The sight of the crimson patches on Mu Yang's arms stung her eyes with a painful intensity.
Noticing her distress, Mu Yang hastily pulled down his sleeves, offering a reassuring smile. "The red spots aren't painful or itchy. I suspect they're just lingering effects from the recent illness. It shouldn't be anything serious."
Wen Yantong's expression remained blank as she refrained from mentioning the unsettling encounter with the corpse earlier today. Instead, she focused on practical matters. "Did you discover anything during your visit to the medical clinic before?"
Mu Yang's tone remained nonchalant as he offered his assessment. "Perhaps the medical technology here in Yibei is somewhat outdated. The doctors admitted they weren’t sure what illness this is."
Concern etched on her face, Wen Yantong pressed further. "Have you experienced any discomfort lately?"
Mu Yang shook his head reassuringly. "No, not at all! I feel perfectly fine." With a confident smile, he patted his chest, radiating an air of reassurance.
Aware of the complexity of the situation, Wen Yantong suggested, "Try taking some medicine to reduce internal heat. Perhaps the hot weather is what’s causing these symptoms."
Mu Yang nodded in acquiescence.
Following their conversation, Wen Yantong bid Mu Yang farewell and promptly dispatched someone to summon Chi Jingxi back.
Upon his return that night, Chi Jingxi briefly inquired of Wen Yantong about the situation before swiftly making his way to Mu Yang's room. Finding Mu Yang apparently asleep, Chi Jingxi gently roused him, only to discover that he appeared lethargic and drowsy.
Chi Jingxi lifted Mu Yang's clothing to inspect, and discovered that the crimson patches were spreading from Mu Yang's arms to his chest; they were densely packed and unsettling to look at.
Mu Yang, bewildered, rubbed at the red patches with his hand. "What are these? Why don't I feel anything?"
Chi Jingxi's voice was urgent. "Stay awake. I'll summon a military doctor to attend to you immediately."
The renowned military doctor, Lin Ye, hailed from Chaoge and was highly esteemed for his expertise. Chi Jingxi wasted no time in dispatching him to Yibei City overnight to attend to Mu Yang's condition.
Throughout the night, the house was illuminated by the glow of lamps as Lin Ye meticulously examined Mu Yang. Despite his efforts, Lin Ye ultimately shook his head in helpless resignation, unable to provide a definitive diagnosis.
Despite his own fear, Mu Yang couldn't bear to see Chi Jingxi's somber expression and sought to reassure him. "I feel fine now. Perhaps these spots will vanish in a few days."
Lin Ye chimed in with reassurance. "Do not fret, Commander-in-Chief. I will endeavor to prescribe some medications for Master Mu and see if they yield any improvement."
Chi Jingxi remained silent in response to the doctor's words, simply advising Mu Yang to rest well and refrain from worrying.
The following day, upon learning of Mu Yang's illness, Fu Zixian hastened back to Yibei City. Sitting by Mu Yang's side, the two engaged in conversation for a time, with Fu Zixian only taking his leave when Mu Yang expressed his need for rest.
Remarkably, Mu Yang displayed no outward signs of illness. His demeanor remained unchanged, exhibiting little fluctuation in mood. He adhered to his regular routines of eating and sleeping, occasionally engaging in banter with Wen Yantong when bored. To the casual observer, he appeared no different from his usual self.
Wen Yantong refused to remain idle, harboring suspicions that Mu Yang might not be the sole victim of this mysterious ailment. Unsure whether it was contagious, she dispatched individuals to gather information throughout the city.
The most anxious of the trio was Chi Jingxi. Consumed with worry, he spared no effort in the ensuing days and tirelessly summoned renowned doctors from the vicinity of Yibei, filling the household with the pervasive scent of medicinal herbs and concoctions.