Tang Lici drank that mouthful of tea for a very long time. After quite a while, he pointed to Xue Xianzi who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, “This person has been given a strange drug that supposedly can control people’s thoughts and actions. Since you’ve come, I suppose removing this drug’s effects shouldn’t be a problem.”

Qiyang had been waiting for him to ask about the passage for a long time. Hearing him actually say this sentence so calmly, he couldn’t help himself, “Don’t you want to go back?”

Tang Lici slowly put down his cup, his expression very composed, “No.”

Qiyang looked at him strangely, “Why?” This person could obviously command wind and rain, was a heaven’s favored son born with a golden spoon—why would he want to stay here? Could he have a hero complex and enjoy being a hero in ancient times? Had he become addicted to it? It wasn’t that he looked down on this place, but what was good about living in a place without flush toilets, running water, cars, planes, air conditioning, refrigerators, or computers?

“You and I… don’t seem to be close enough to have heart-to-heart talks.” Tang Lici said softly. He pointed at Xue Xianzi, his eyelids slightly lowered, and said nothing more. Qiyang touched his nose and reluctantly stood up to examine Xue Xianzi. Still putting on airs—this kind of pretentious, arrogant pervert who wanted the whole world to revolve around him was so detestable that one wished to burn down all his family fortune with a single fire. While cursing Tang Lici to go bankrupt, he untied Xue Xianzi’s collar and began physical examination.

Tang Lici slightly closed his eyes. He wasn’t watching how Qiyang conducted the examination. This person was a famous surgeon at Zhishou General Hospital. He had only met him twice before and could feel the rejection emanating from his heart, though he didn’t know the reason. He exhaled slightly. If this had been three years ago, meeting Qiyang who had also traveled through time and space, he would have tried every means to make him reveal where the passage back was located. But now Fang Zhou was dead, Liu Yan was disfigured and disabled—what was the point of going back?

The one most eager to return would be Fu Zhumei, right? He opened his eyes and gripped the tea cup. Fang Zhou was dead, Liu Yan was disfigured—he absolutely wouldn’t let Fu Zhumei go back. Why should everyone else lose their dreams while only he could achieve his? What Fang Zhou couldn’t get, what Liu Yan couldn’t get, what he himself couldn’t get—he absolutely wouldn’t let Fu Zhumei obtain…

If there was to be destruction, they would all be destroyed together.

After all, they were still brothers…

He smiled faintly.

“How old is this person exactly?” After examining Xue Xianzi, Qiyang was greatly puzzled, “Is he an old man or a young person?” Tang Lici smiled slightly, “An old man.” Qiyang clicked his tongue in amazement, “This really is a vigorous youth… He has many external injuries on his body. The surface has healed, but the deeper layers haven’t recovered yet. These are minor matters and won’t affect his thoughts or actions. To find out how he was controlled in thought and action, there are no instruments here, and I’m not a master of diagnostics, so I might not be able to determine it immediately unless you let me take him back to the hospital for examination.” Tang Lici shook his head, “He can’t be taken away.” Xue Xianzi’s martial arts were exceptional. He was only having several acupoints sealed right now—once he had an outbreak, how many people could withstand him?

Qiyang muttered to himself, “Can’t do examinations…” He sniffed near Xue Xianzi’s nasal cavity and detected an extremely faint fishy odor. His heart stirred, and he pulled out a small flashlight from his pocket, shining it into his nose.

Tang Lici sat in his chair, supporting his forehead with his hand. Qiyang was busy behind him. After drinking that mouthful of tea, he showed slightly weary signs and closed his eyes to rest.

“Knock knock knock”—three sounds, someone was knocking at the door.

Tang Lici’s eyelashes lifted slightly, “Come in.”

The person outside pushed the door open—dressed in black clothes with a black sword, it was Cheng Yunpao, who said in a low voice, “Tian Xunzi was attacked and died from severe injuries.” Tang Lici suddenly opened his eyes, anger flashing briefly, “He did it?” Cheng Yunpao said indifferently, “Tian Xunzi’s martial arts weren’t weak. Killing him wouldn’t be easy—a single fatal strike should be his handiwork. But…” He paused slightly, “Tian Xunzi was gripping a small jade pendant in his hand. The jade was fine and lustrous, quite valuable.” Tang Lici’s anger flashed and passed, then he smiled faintly, “I see.”

Cheng Yunpao nodded, “Everyone knows that carrying valuable jewelry is your habit. Tian Xunzi’s death has caused much discussion. Although no one would suspect you now, if such attacks continue, I’m afraid the situation will become unfavorable.” Tang Lici lightly touched his forehead with his fingers, “I knew he would certainly leave a killing move, but I didn’t expect him to frame me so openly… Tell everyone to be careful and cautious, and not to act alone easily, to prevent Yu Konghou from killing again.” Cheng Yunpao said coldly, “That’s it?” Tang Lici smiled lightly, “Yes, that’s it.” Cheng Yunpao asked again, “You have no method of retaliation?” Tang Lici supported his forehead with his fingers, his eyelids slightly closed, “I will think about it. After you go out, you must also be careful and cautious. Yu Konghou’s killing spree has begun, the mountain is full of hidden dangers. You cannot rely on your strong martial arts to act alone.”

Cheng Yunpao frowned coldly. Tang Lici was usually sharp and decisive, but this time he was responding so passively—had something happened? Just as he was pondering, Tang Lici flicked his finger, and a finely tied paper ball flew into his sleeve. Cheng Yunpao was startled and immediately withdrew.

Qiyang crawled on the bed, looking into Xue Xianzi’s nasal cavity for a long time, then suddenly said, “I think someone put a type of thread worm into his nasal cavity. This thread worm crawled to a specific area of his brain to lurk. When stimulated by specific factors, the worm becomes active, causing the entire person to go berserk.” Tang Lici supported his forehead with his fingers, his brow slightly furrowed, “So that means… he can be cured with deworming medicine?” Qiyang sighed, “Generally speaking, yes, but I can’t make a definitive diagnosis, so I can’t give you a definite answer.” Tang Lici frowned and pondered for a while, “Can you stay?” Qiyang apologetically spread his hands, “Honestly, no. I have several emergency surgeries.”

Tang Lici’s gaze moved, “Rong Yin, Yu Xiu, Liu Yin, Tong Wei, Shang Xuan and others—they also can’t come?” Qiyang nodded. Tang Lici closed his eyes, “How is his condition?”

“Not good.” Qiyang’s expression became somewhat heavy, “Very complicated. Going forward, he’ll need heart and lung transplants, but…” Tang Lici sighed, “Is it that we can’t find matching types?” Qiyang nodded, then shook his head, “Matching is one thing. From last year to this year, he’s been in deep coma, basically in a vegetative state. His blood pressure situation is also very poor. Even if we had matching types, whether we could perform the transplant is also a problem.” Tang Lici lightly tapped the table with his fingers, “When did the deep coma occur? Wasn’t his condition always relatively stable before?” Qiyang sighed, “There was one major episode where his heart stopped and blood pressure dropped to zero. That state lasted for more than ten minutes, and he hasn’t regained consciousness since.” He paused slightly and sighed again, “Honestly, I don’t really like the Tang family, but I’m still grateful that you support us in saving him.”

Tang Lici smiled slightly, “That’s just a small matter.” Qiyang rolled his eyes skyward when he wasn’t looking. Yes, saving Sheng Xiang was just a small matter—the most insignificant one among the thousands of important matters for Young Master Tang, done purely out of interest or pseudo-benevolence or similar reasons. The reason he disliked this person to a great extent was because Sheng Xiang was actually saved by such a person, Rong Yin, Yu Xiu and others actually had to be constrained by such a person, and he himself had to be commanded by such a person.

This person was fundamentally not worth gratitude. He did most things not from the heart—receiving his favors was more uncomfortable than anything else.