ebookland Chapter 308 Murong Yi's Suspicion
Chapter 308 Murong Yi's Suspicion
Murong Yi arrived at Murong Han's room. As soon as she reached the door, she heard Murong Han's painful groans coming from inside.
He looked up and saw Murong Han writhing in pain, his hands frantically scratching his back, his features contorted in agony. The sight stirred an indescribable feeling within him. He stood frozen at the doorway, his lips parting slightly, unsure of what to say.
Chen Yulian, who was busy inside, was the first to notice Murong Yi at the door. She was slightly taken aback, then curtsied, her face showing a mixture of anxiety and confusion, and asked, "Ninth Prince, what brings you here?" Her voice still carried the lingering effect of when she had comforted Murong Han.
Hearing Chen Yulian's words, Murong Han suppressed his pain and looked towards the door with difficulty. When he saw Murong Yi standing there, his face contorted with rage, his brows furrowed into a knot, and he murmured in anguish, "Ninth Brother, what are you doing here?"
Murong Yi finally came to her senses and slowly walked into the room, her steps very light, as if afraid of disturbing Murong Han, who was being tormented by pain.
He walked to the bedside, leaned down slightly, and with a concerned expression on his face, softly comforted, "I just happened to be passing by. Fifth Brother, what's wrong..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Murong Han's painful cry: "Ah...it hurts so much, it itches!" His voice was shrill and desperate, making people's hearts tighten.
"Itchy?" Murong Yi repeated in confusion, her brows furrowing slightly.
Chen Yulian hurriedly stepped forward, her expression anxious, and explained, "Ninth Prince, our Prince's old ailment has flared up again; it hasn't recurred for so many years. Perhaps it's because he's been too troubled lately, and he just caught a chill, causing him to break out in rashes all over his body. He's feeling very unwell. The servants have already gone to fetch a doctor; hopefully, he'll arrive soon." As she spoke, she turned and glanced worriedly at Murong Han, who was still struggling in pain.
Seeing that Murong Han was in pain and itching, Murong Han quickly stepped forward to comfort him, supporting him firmly with both hands, and said softly, "Fifth Brother, don't worry, lie down on the bed first."
After saying that, he carefully helped Murong Han to the bedside and let him slowly lie down.
Murong Han was so tormented by the itching that he had no strength left and could only let Murong Yi do as she pleased.
Murong Yi gently lifted Murong Han's clothes, and in an instant, she saw that Murong Han's back was covered with dense red rashes. Each rashe was like a red bead embedded in his skin, a shocking sight.
Murong Yi's movements suddenly froze, her eyes widened instantly, her face filled with shock, and she stood there dumbfounded.
The image of the same red rash on Jin Cheng's back flashed into his mind instantly, and he was shocked: "This red rash is exactly the same as the one on Jin Cheng's body. Could this also be erythroderma?"
At this thought, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and his heart was filled with turmoil: "Could it be that Jincheng has contracted this red spot disease, inherited from Fifth Brother? How could such a coincidence happen?"
He clenched his teeth, a surge of anger and resentment rising on his face, silently thinking to himself, "Hmph! Su Wan'er, could it be that you..."
Before long, the doctor arrived, carrying his medicine kit and hurrying along. His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, clearly indicating that he had traveled a long way.
Upon entering the room, the doctor, barely catching his breath, quickly went to Murong Han's bedside. He first carefully examined the patches of red rash on Murong Han's back, his brow furrowed and his expression focused.
Then, he reached out and gently touched the skin around the rash, feeling its temperature and texture, while asking Murong Han how he felt. He also turned to Chen Yulian and Murong Yi from time to time to learn about the details before and after the onset of the illness.
The doctor's technique was skillful; he quickly took out silver needles from his medicine box, located the acupuncture points, and precisely applied the needles. After a few needles, something miraculous happened. Murong Han, who had been tormented by the itching and screaming, almost to the point of madness, gradually calmed down. The pained expression on his face slowly faded, and he became calm and composed. He stopped struggling and twisting, and his breathing gradually became steady.
Soon, everything returned to calm. The doctor put away the silver needles, got up to write a prescription, gave a few instructions, and then hurriedly left to get the medicine.
Murong Han slowly closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep, exhausted.
Chen Yulian's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. She clasped her hands together and silently prayed in her heart, "Thank God, the Prince is much better now. May the Bodhisattva bless the Prince so that he may be free from all disasters and difficulties from now on." Her eyes were full of piety and relief.
Only Murong Yi stood quietly to the side, his expression solemn. His brows were furrowed, and his gaze frequently fell on Murong Han, his eyes revealing contemplation and worry. His tightly furrowed brows and deep eyes seemed to conceal many untold secrets, making him difficult to fathom.