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Chapter 4570: 5.0322 Reluctant Help

It seems Sikong Fuling's previous words weren't false.

She still remembered that time on Qingcheng Island when she encountered Sikong Fuling, who repeatedly flared her eyebrows and went green with anger, claiming Qiao Mu had harmed her elder brother.

Qiao Mu had thought about it carefully back then, wondering if she had truly laid a hand on Young Master Ding.

She truly didn't understand what it meant for her to have harmed Young Master Ding.

Ding Yun looked extremely uncomfortable; his illness seemed to be excruciatingly painful.

He was pressed tightly against the wall, his breathing heavy.

"Big Brother," Sikong Fuling anxiously called out.

"Don't, don't c-come here," Young Master Ding's suppressed voice responded, vehemently rejecting their approach.

"He's half-dead already, yet still putting on a brave front," Qiao Mu muttered coldly, and with a flick of her hand, several silver needles flew out.

She was incredibly precise with her acupuncture points; the silver needles, flying through the air, accurately landed on the man's arm and neck.

Young Master Ding's trembling body stiffened slightly.

"My Big Brother is like this, can't you say something softer!" Sikong Fuling retorted angrily.

"Are you here to ask me for kind words, or for healing and saving lives?"

Sikong Fuling was choked by the little stoic's words, meekly saying, "Then, then you, do, do you have any solution?"

"Of course, I'll know once I've examined him." She wasn't an immortal; she couldn't just glance from afar and know what was wrong with him.

Naturally, she first needed to take his pulse.

Qiao Mu paused, looked back at Sikong Fuling. "You go out first."

This time, Sikong Fuling didn't argue with her. She just quietly looked at Qiao Mu, bit her lip, and said, "You... you must help him, okay?"

Qiao Mu didn't turn back, her voice faint. "A healer's heart is benevolent; I'll do my best."

Sikong Fuling said no more nonsense.

Hearing light footsteps, Qiao Mu knew Sikong Fuling had gone out.

She stepped forward a few paces, took out a needle pouch from her sleeve, and prepared to administer a few more needles to Young Master Ding.

Unexpectedly, the young master desperately shrank back, letting out a suppressed growl, "I-I said, don't, don't come here."

"Do you think I really want to come here? Your sister was worried about you and asked me to come," Qiao Mu swept a faint glance over him. "I despise three types of patients."

"Those who talk endlessly and doubt me."

"Those who are strangely pathological and uncooperative."

"Those who are blind, brain-damaged, and act senselessly."

"How many do you fit?" Qiao Mu raised her hand and flicked out a Spirit-Binding Rope, which directly wrapped around Young Master Ding's body.

She spread her five fingers, lifted the rope, and gently held the other end in her hand.

"For uncooperative patients like these, I usually... beat them until they submit," Qiao Mu said coldly, pulling the rope with force.

Young Master Ding's body was wrapped by the Spirit-Binding Rope, and he was involuntarily dragged from the cave wall by the little stoic, stumbling and falling in front of her.

The little stoic looked down and finally saw his pale face.

Normally, she saw this guy with seductive, flirtatious eyes, but today he looked exceptionally miserable.

His entire face was as white as paper, and his long hair was drenched with sweat, scattered over his face. There was no trace of his usual charming, arrogant demeanor.

"Where does it hurt?" Qiao Mu grabbed his hand. After taking his pulse for just a moment, her delicate brows couldn't help but furrow.

Strange, his body is very healthy. It doesn't seem like he's been poisoned or suffered any severe injuries.

Could it be that the two siblings are colluding to trick her?