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Chapter 4573: 5.0325 A Wise Man Submits to Circumstances

"It's not up to you to say 'no'!"

Young Master Ding: ...

"Do you think your current dilapidated body qualifies you to tell me 'no'?"

Young Master Ding: [Why do I suddenly feel like beating her to death?]

What's wrong with this child? Why is she always so infuriating when she speaks?

Doesn't she know he's a patient? Can't she embody the compassion of a healer and be a little kinder to her patient?

"You have two choices now."

"One, extend your hand and dutifully let me draw blood."

"Two, I'll beat you up, drag you around like a dead dog, and randomly cut a spot to draw blood."

As Qiao Mu finished speaking, she saw Young Master Ding, quite wisely, raise his sleeve and offer her a pale, sweat-soaked hand.

Qiao Mu used a small knife to make a cut on his index finger, expressionlessly collecting a few drops of his blood.

"I need to study this before I can tell you what's going on," Qiao Mu said coldly.

"Qiao Qiao, are you worried about me?"

Qiao Mu chuckled again, "Don't think too highly of yourself! I'm just not used to there being a pulse I can't read, or a person I can't cure in this world!"

Young Master Ding: ...

This stubborn and arrogant little one, the more he looked, the more he liked her.

"How is it? Can I come in?" Duan Yue's voice rang out from outside the grotto.

Qiao Mu said, "You can come in."

Young Master Ding looked up, his gaze somewhat complex as he stared at the young Emperor of Cangzhou slowly entering the grotto.

"Just now, hearing Miss Sikong's piercing screams, I thought Young Master Ding was going to die," Duan Yue said with a slight curl of his lips, speaking mockingly.

"You must be disappointed, Your Majesty." Young Master Ding smiled, trying to struggle to his feet, but felt completely devoid of strength.

"With Qiao Qiao here, I naturally won't die," Young Master Ding said with a smile. "If I were to die, Qiao Qiao would probably be very sad."

Qiao Mu had already turned and was walking out, not even looking back at his words.

Sad, my foot! Duan Yue snorted, then also turned to walk out of the grotto, coldly dropping a remark, "Qiao Qiao probably just doesn't want you to die and stink up her island, affecting her appetite!"

Young Master Ding: ...

"How is it? How is it? How's my Big Brother now?" Sikong Fuling rushed over, carrying hot water and cloth strips. "Where's Big Brother?"

"He won't die for now," Qiao Mu said as she brushed past her, her steps suddenly pausing. "Do you know what kind of toxin he's afflicted with?"

"B-big Brother didn't, didn't mention it to you?" Sikong Fuling asked, looking puzzled.

"He didn't say anything."

Sikong Fuling immediately fell silent. After a while, she looked up at Qiao Mu and said, "S-since Big Brother didn't say, then, then he naturally has his own considerations. I..."

Qiao Mu turned and walked away, fuming even more along the way. She couldn't help but clench her small fists, muttering to herself: I refuse to believe it; is there a poison in this world that I, Qiao Mu, cannot cure?

"Qiao Qiao." Duan Yue caught up in a few steps, frowning slightly. "You said... could he be faking it?"

Qiao Mu had initially thought Young Master Ding might be feigning illness.

But she could still distinguish between true and feigned pain.

Qiao Mu shook her head. Although she had no particular liking for this guy, seeing him in such agony just now still evoked a little sympathy in her heart.

"His illness is a bit strange." In all her years of practicing medicine, this was the first time she had encountered something like it.

His pulse was stable, and he was as robust as a normal person.