Chapter 129: Is There a Problem with My Medicine?

Emperor Pu Shenqing gently pulled away a little, watching as the young lady closed her eyes once more, long eyelashes still glistening with tears. Her fragile, pitiful appearance stirred a tender ache deep within his heart.

He carefully licked away her tears, then applied a warm towel to her eyes, gently wiping away the fresh blood from her lips before offering her some water.

She couldn’t drink it on her own, so he had no choice but to feed it to her mouth-to-mouth.

After tucking the blanket around her, he quietly left the ward.

“Master? Your neck... should I call a doctor?” Mo Jiu and Mo Shi asked.

“No need. Just keep watch here and don’t let anyone near. Also, contact Mo Yi and have him bring Di Jiuzhuo to the hospital.”

“Yes.”

Emperor Pu Shenqing went to the restroom to tend to his neck, then returned to the expert conference room. Because so many doctors had arrived, and renowned physicians from around the world came to the hospital at any moment, he ordered the adjoining three rooms to be opened up into one large hall.

He once again explained the young lady’s condition.

The gathered experts took notes on the new developments for further study.

Several distinguished professors discussed among themselves before one spoke, “Sir, the patient’s condition has suddenly worsened, and there is an uncontrollable urge to feed on human blood.”

Emperor Pu Shenqing’s gaze sharpened. “Is that so?”

“That means the drug powder may contain hallucinogenic and addictive properties.”

“I agree with Professor Cotier’s assessment. There’s a possibility of a secondary relapse.”

“Yes, yes.”

“Besides that, the patient may fall into prolonged unconsciousness.”

“Indeed. We can also investigate from that perspective.”

“The cause of this disease is quite peculiar; the sudden onset may be spontaneous.”

“Not necessarily. What if it happens during a certain time interval?”

“The episodes occur around two in the afternoon, with an uncontrollable tendency.”

“Let’s focus there. I will examine the body’s functions.”

“I will analyze the blood composition.”

“Very well. I will conduct another round of monitoring.”

The meeting hall was filled with noisy chatter, but Emperor Pu Shenqing caught the gist of it. These people knew nothing and yet dared to think of touching his lady?

Irritated, he kicked a chair, the loud crash silencing everyone.

“If you have no certainty, don’t make a fool of yourselves. I will not allow any of you to touch her recklessly.”

The crowd exchanged uneasy glances. Did this mean they could no longer draw the patient’s blood for testing?

Even routine physical exams were now questionable? Or did it mean that without absolute certainty, no monitoring was allowed?

But without that, how could they understand the disease?

“Sir, we must continue studying the patient’s condition. If you act like this, we won’t get the latest progress.”

Emperor Pu Shenqing raised his eyes with a sneer, “So, you expect me to just let you drain her blood at will?”

“B-but we’re doing this for the patient…”

“Master!” Mo Yi pushed open the door, and Di Jiuzhuo slowly entered, dragging his steps.

His arm was still wrapped in bandages, slung over his neck in a rakish manner. His steel-gray hair hung over his forehead, giving him a striking, almost mixed-race appearance.

Behind him followed Di Xing, dressed sharply, his black eyes constantly alert.

Di Jiuzhuo said, “You called me here for what? Don’t tell me you no longer need me to develop the antidote?”

“Lord Jiu.”

“Lord Jiu.”

Everyone in the conference room stood respectfully and greeted him.

They recognized him not only as the head of the Di family but also for his extraordinary medical skills, which earned their admiration.

But if you thought he was a reincarnation of the legendary Hua Tuo, you’d be gravely mistaken. He never accepted any treatment requests from Pu Shenqing and only took patients on a whim.

Sometimes, if he didn’t feed you poison, you should consider yourself lucky.

Thus, no one dared to ask Lord Jiu for consultation.

However, countless people flocked to his lab to buy poisons.

Emperor Pu Shenqing glared at him darkly. If he could, he would shoot him dead on the spot.

“What did you put in Ranran’s medicine? Besides causing unconsciousness, why does she crave human blood?”

Di Jiuzhuo dropped his usual scornful attitude. “What are you talking about? I named it ‘Addictive Hallucination’ because aside from causing prolonged unconsciousness, it has no other effects.”

Pu Shenqing hurriedly stood up, his expression grave. “Impossible. She just couldn’t resist and sucked my blood.”

Di Jiuzhuo saw the bite marks on Pu Shenqing’s neck—deep and bloody, definitely human teeth marks—but still...

Gritting his teeth, he cursed, “Damn it! What’s going on? Did my drug malfunction?”

Pu Shenqing grabbed his collar fiercely. “What? The drug malfunctioned? Di Jiuzhuo, do you want to die? I can make it happen right now!”

He pulled out a gun, aiming it at Di Jiuzhuo’s forehead.

Di Xing also drew his gun, ready to intervene. Mo Yi quickly wrestled the weapon from him and subdued him.

The entire conference room fell silent, afraid even to breathe.

Di Jiuzhuo ignored the gun aimed at his head, muttering curses under his breath. Damn it, what’s going on? He had dodged Pu Shenqing’s marksmanship before, and even the piano had bested him. Now, even his proud medical skills were failing on her?

He said seriously, “Put the gun down. I will thoroughly investigate the problem. Give me three days.”

“No way.”

Pu Shenqing knew he couldn’t wait three days—at most two. The World Federation would issue a verdict soon, and he had to cure the lady before that.

Di Jiuzhuo recalled how Pu Shenqing had bombed his fortress using weapons he personally developed. Who knew what would happen to him in three days?

Tides of fortune had turned.

Di Jiuzhuo raised an eyebrow, his eyes regaining their sinister gleam. “Two days. I will definitely have her safely awake within two days.”

Pu Shenqing lowered his gun. “You sure?”

“Yes. Two days. Before you leave, she will be cured. But I will need some of her blood.”

Both men knew what would happen next, and that Pu Shenqing only had two days left.

Pu Shenqing clenched his fist, seemingly about to explode with anger but biting back his rage, forcing out a single word, “Fine.”

Di Jiuzhuo coordinated with the hospital experts, preparing to enter full research mode.

He put on gloves and took out a syringe. His hands did not move yet, but his face was filled with silent disbelief.

He truly did not understand why the man clung to Ranran so fiercely. It was just a matter of drawing some blood, wasn’t it?

Was it really that desperate?

Emperor Pu Shenqing kissed the lady’s forehead full of love, then exposed her right arm.

The soft, delicate skin made him hesitate, reluctant to hurt her.

He glared fiercely at Di Jiuzhuo. “Be gentle.”

Di Jiuzhuo shrugged. “Or you want to do it?”

He spoke casually, but his hands slowly moved closer to Ranran’s arm.