Buds of A Marigold — XII

[Bonus chapter 2]

The surgeon dared not go forward and disrupt the nine-tailed fox in the glum shadows of grief that surrounded him in thick, dark clouds. The sobs that left his lips were heart-wrenching to say the least.

Li Xinyuan – in spite of all the grief and mourning he had had the misfortune of hearing and witnessing as a surgeon (doctor) in both of his lives – could not help the unforgiving deluge of rue that crashed into him the longer he remained standing in the back and listened to the fox spirit's soft yet no less piercing cries.

He was helpless against the vestiges of it, for he could do nothing to abate the grief that consumed him.

The surgeon could do nothing but watch and listen helplessly as Hu Lijing wept his heart out, his shaking hands cupping the face of the cold, lifeless body of the man he so dearly loved.