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Chapter 4572: 5.0322 Troublesome

Young Master Ding was sprawled on the ground, looking even more disheveled than when Qiao Mu had left.

He was curled up in a ball, muttering something indistinctly.

Qiao Mu couldn't make out a single word. She rushed forward, roughly turning him over with her hand.

"Cough, cough, cough." Ding Yun seemed to choke. While trembling, he coughed incessantly.

"How are you?" Qiao Mu asked, her stoic face stern, unceremoniously helping him up. She then directly slapped an unknown pill into his mouth.

"Your pulse is very stable, showing no symptoms of illness."

"O-old... problem," Ding Yun's body trembled continuously, covered in sweat from head to toe.

"I'm, I'm fine," he said intermittently, his voice low.

"What do you mean 'fine'? You're biting your lips till they bleed!" Qiao Mu raised her hand and pricked several of his pain-relieving acupuncture points. "If you don't tell me the truth, I can't help you."

"N-nothing," Ding Yun finally managed to lift his head, giving her a faint, weak smile. "I-I'm truly fine. It's, it's just Fuling, she's overreacting."

"This, this is an old... old problem. It'll, it'll pass in a while."

"What kind of problem is this? Is it intermittent?" Qiao Mu kept a straight face, helping him sit upright.

"I'll give you a few more needles for pain relief. If you feel any discomfort, tell me immediately."

This person's body was perfectly healthy, yet his distorted facial expression suggested extreme pain.

Could it be a very potent toxin that she failed to detect?

Qiao Mu pondered for a moment, then administered a few more needles on him.

Ding Yun's body trembled slightly; he could barely sit still.

Qiao Mu reached out to support him, frowning as she stared at him. "Do you want a pain-relief pill?"

"N-no, no need. Ugh..." Young Master Ding was speechless.

This person clearly asked him in a questioning tone, yet she still slapped the pain-relief pill into his mouth with one hand.

Such a rough method, it was truly irritating to witness.

"You, you, why, did, you, come back?"

"I'll come back when I want to; can you control me?" The little stoic retorted with a cold, exasperated face.

Young Master Ding: ...

She clearly rushed back because she was worried about him, yet when it came from her mouth, there wasn't a single kind word?

"I, I, f-forgive you."

Qiao Mu couldn't help but feel a little amused and annoyed, retorting, "What do I need your forgiveness for?"

"You, you usually don't give me any kind words, but, but in reality, you're, you're still very concerned!"

Qiao Mu gave him a "hehe" and said coldly, "I just don't want a living person like you to die on my island and dirty my place."

"T-talking, but n-not from, the h-heart!"

"Why do you, a stutterer, always like to talk?" Qiao Mu impatiently pulled out the silver needles from his body, stared at him for a moment, then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The stuttering guy should be much better now; he wasn't trembling as violently as before.

Before, it seemed like he was shaking so much that his internal organs would be flung out.

"You're unwilling to tell the truth, and from your pulse, I really can't tell what illness you have," Qiao Mu said coldly. "Your finger."

"N-no, no need."