Xing Zizhou could do nothing to help in Mu Mu’s situation.

Though he was worried, he currently had absolutely no energy to spare attention on it, and could only leave Mu Mu entirely in Feng Jiu’er’s hands.

Xing Zizhou left, and Jiu’er immediately rushed to Mu Mu’s room, not daring to delay even for a moment.

When she arrived, Ye Luosha, Elder Shi, Emperor Ji, and Leng Yue were all already there.

The moment Leng Yue saw Feng Jiu’er hurrying in, she immediately began making trouble, her temper flaring furiously.

“Where have you been this whole time? At such a critical moment, you were nowhere to be found! Do you even truly care about—”

“Throw her out.” Feng Jiu’er cut her off with a casual word and strode quickly toward the bedside.

Leng Yue still wanted to say something, but Qiao Mu, who had been following behind Jiu’er, brought a palm down onto her shoulder.

Leng Yue instinctively fought back, but had not expected that there would be such a formidable expert at Feng Jiu’er’s side. In a single exchange, she was already at a disadvantage.

“Please leave!” Qiao Mu’s gaze darkened, and this time her five fingers formed a claw, gripping Leng Yue firmly by the shoulder. “If you don’t leave now, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

Leng Yue knew she could not overpower Qiao Mu, and could only turn back to look at Emperor Ji, her face full of grievance. “Adoptive Father…”

“Out!” Emperor Ji commanded in a deep, stern voice.

Leng Yue ground her teeth and shot a vicious glare at both Feng Jiu’er and Qiao Mu, then left.

“Xiao Yingtao, bring a basin of warm water — quickly!”

Blood was seeping from the corner of Mu Mu’s lips, and a thin trickle was even sliding from his nostrils!

This was the first time blood had appeared since his condition had stabilized after his injury.

“What happened? Jiu’er, what is his condition right now?” Ye Luosha was nearly frightened out of her wits. That very evening, while about to wash Mu Mu’s face, she had suddenly seen him bleeding from both his mouth and nose.

She and Emperor Ji had been watching over him this entire time. The fact that they had not fainted from shock at such a sight was already remarkable.

Mu Mu’s condition was this dire — the slightest change could very well cost him his life. How could anyone not be afraid?

“I don’t know yet what the situation is. His pulse is very erratic.” Feng Jiu’er’s slender fingers rested on Mu Mu’s wrist as she carefully read his pulse.

She was deeply grateful that back in the twenty-first century, she had studied traditional medicine rather than Western medicine. Otherwise, stripped of those medicines and equipment and instruments, cast into this era where none of that existed, she would have been utterly helpless in situations like this.

Xiao Yingtao quickly brought the warm water. Jiu’er had already begun inserting needles into Mu Mu, and was now working on stimulating his acupressure points.

The others could not understand her technique at all, and could only stand by and watch in anxious helplessness.

Jiu’er had said that with so many people in the room the air would become thick and stale, and if everyone crowded around, they would rob Mu Mu of the air he needed to breathe.

No one knew what exactly “air to breathe” referred to, but the words “unable to breathe” were plain enough to understand.

Once Feng Jiu’er said it, who would dare go near? Each person stood on the far side of the room, and without a summons from Feng Jiu’er, not a single one dared approach.

Jiu’er continued inserting needles and stimulating Mu Mu’s acupressure points, but from a distance, Xiao Yingtao could see that the blood seeping from the corner of Mu Mu’s lips seemed to be growing more and more.

She bit her lip, her heart burning with anxiety, but she did not dare say a single word and could only choose to trust Jiu’er.

Because if she did speak up, who knew what reaction Ye Luosha might have? What if it led to a conflict with Jiu’er?

Feng Jiu’er lifted a towel and wiped away the blood at the corner of Mu Mu’s lips, and appeared not the least bit flustered — as though everything were proceeding exactly as planned.

If Xiao Yingtao could see it, how could Ye Luosha and Emperor Ji not see it as well?

Her Mu Mu was still bleeding, and the blood was only getting worse — yet why did Feng Jiu’er look so utterly indifferent?

Emperor Ji’s expression was also grim, though he did not know what to say. After all, it was Feng Jiu’er who was treating Mu Mu.

The bleeding from Mu Mu’s nose had already stopped, but the blood from the corner of his lips was, as everyone could see, flowing ever more freely.

Finally, Ye Luosha could endure it no longer. She stepped forward: “Jiu’er! Jiu’er! Mu Mu’s been bleeding this whole time — do you see that?”

Why could Feng Jiu’er remain so calm? What exactly was Mu Mu’s condition right now? Did she even know what she was doing?

Or was it that she had no true feelings for Mu Mu — and so even seeing him bleed stirred no urgency in her?

“I see it. Give me a little more time.” It was not that Feng Jiu’er felt no urgency. But as a physician, if even she allowed herself to panic at a moment like this, how would she be able to save anyone?

A physician’s composure must never break. The moment it did, a critically ill patient was not far from death.

Ye Luosha and the others were not physicians — perhaps they could not understand this. But Qiao Mu understood Feng Jiu’er.

She stepped forward and said softly to Ye Luosha: “Senior, perhaps give it a little more time.”

“How am I supposed to calmly ‘give it more time’?” Ye Luosha was nearly frantic — and yet every single person here was perfectly composed! This was nothing short of cold-heartedness!

“Mu Mu’s been bleeding this whole time — how can we wait? The blood keeps coming and coming — don’t any of you see that? Jiu’er, do you see it?”

Feng Jiu’er paid her no heed. The silver needle in her hand moved toward the acupressure point on Mu Mu’s neck, her wrist tightened, and the needle fell into place.

Her expression was grave and focused. Those who knew her well understood — they had reached the critical moment, and she absolutely could not be disturbed.

But the instant that needle went in, a great surge of dark-red blood suddenly welled from the corner of Mu Mu’s lips!

Ye Luosha’s vision went black, and her legs nearly buckled beneath her: “No! Feng Jiu’er, you have to stop! You’re going to — you’ll — this isn’t right, this can’t continue!”

Jiu’er pressed in another needle. Mu Mu coughed up another mouthful of dark-red blood. What kind of treatment was this? This looked like nothing but harm!

Ye Luosha made to rush forward. Qiao Mu stepped squarely into her path. “Senior, please trust Jiu’er — she is saving Mu Mu!”

Seeing this, Xiao Yingtao also hurried over. Though watching Mu Mu cough up blood again and again was painful, she trusted Jiu’er, and she could not allow anyone to disturb her now.

“Senior, Jiu’er is saving Mu Mu — we all have to believe in her!”

“My Mu Mu’s been bleeding and bleeding — he won’t stop bleeding!” Ye Luosha clutched her hands tight, so frantic that she was drenched in cold sweat.

Elder Shi and Emperor Ji rushed over as well. Emperor Ji did not know what to do. Mu Mu had always been in Feng Jiu’er’s care, and he did believe Feng Jiu’er genuinely wanted to heal him.

Only… with the situation as it now stood… why did Mu Mu bleed every time a needle was inserted? Was it possible that even Feng Jiu’er was out of ideas and was simply trying things at random?

He truly could not tell — he understood none of this.

Elder Shi, like Ye Luosha, was deeply alarmed. “Stand aside — let the Palace Mistress channel her inner energy into the Young Palace Master!”

“No. No one is to interrupt Jiu’er’s treatment.” Qiao Mu spread her arms wide and stood firm before them. “I believe in Jiu’er. She can save Mu Mu.”

“But Mu Mu’s been bleeding the whole time! Feng Jiu’er is completely out of options — get out of the way!”

Ye Luosha could bear it no longer, and sent a palm strike flying toward Qiao Mu—