Chapter 58: How Could That Human, He Cong, Touch You?

Nestled amidst a medieval complex of buildings nestled amidst a vast expanse of greenery and water, the morning mist filtered through the arched windows of the ancient hall, adorned with glazed tiles. A soft, hazy, and colorful light cast a soft, misty glow upon the

slender figure lying on the bed. An unknown amount of time passed before Shang Youqing, drowsy, opened her eyes. She felt as if her consciousness and senses were being shattered and reassembled, clarity spreading through every part of her body, even down to her fingertips.

She had to suppress her chaotic spiritual energy with all her might, her fingers grasping the gauze curtain draped over the side of the bed, forcing herself to sit up.

Shang Youqing parted her lips slightly, straining to regulate her breathing. Suddenly, a realization dawned on her. Her cold, pale eyes lowered to reveal an IV catheter clinging to the back of her translucent hand.

She followed the direction the needle hung and, without a second thought, yanked the hanging medicine bottle off the bottle. She tore off the label labeling the medication, but found nothing.

Shang Youqing's eyes welled up slightly, and she directly tore off the indwelling needle on the back of her hand, and blood oozed out from the needle hole in the punctured skin.

Shang Youqing didn't care, and was about to get out of bed while suppressing the burning pain in her heart, but her legs suddenly softened for no reason, and she fell down unexpectedly, landing on the soft gray carpet, and vomited blood again in pain.

She tried her best to endure it, wiped the blood from her lips, and just when she was about to grab the gauze on the edge of the bed to support herself, suddenly, a black shadow came over her.

Before Shang Youqing could look up, a long hand stretched out to help her up, but Shang Youqing twisted it back without saying a word and threw her over.

With a dull "bang", Mu Jiuhan fell against the foot of the bed unexpectedly.

He rubbed his arm, which was nearly broken again, and said with a mixture of pain and amusement: "Junior sister, I really just wanted to help you up, don't be so hostile to me..."

Shang Youqing stood up, and said with a pale face: "Give Shang You back to me."

"Okay, okay," Mu Jiuhan coaxed her with an indulgent look, "Now just sit back on the bed. I'll let you have a video call with Shang You right away, and I'll make sure you, Junior sister, can see that You You is indeed safe and sound."

After a while, Shang Youqing sat back on the bedside with a cold expression and said nothing.

Mu Jiuhan then asked the doctor who was guarding outside to come in and replace Shang Youqing with a new infusion set.

Shang Youqing watched the doctor approach with the medicine bottle and infusion set, but she didn't move at all, and didn't show any intention of cooperating.

Seeing this, the doctor looked at Mu Jiuhan beside him with some embarrassment. Mu Jiuhan, however, remained smiling. "Don't be afraid, Junior Sister! This is a good thing that can warm and nourish your meridians. I spent a lot of manpower and money to get it shipped from China. Please don't tear it apart for me."

The doctor, braving the inherent chill of the icy beauty sitting on the bed, carefully reinjected the IV and applied a transparent dressing to the catheter inserted into her skin. Once it was correct, he quietly withdrew.

Mu Jiuhan's gaze remained fixed on her breathtakingly beautiful profile. Seeing that she had finally received the infusion, he considerately and delicately placed a soft wrist pillow under her fair, slender wrist.

His fingertips barely touched the beautifully curved bone of her wrist. Just as Shang Youqing frowned and was about to reach out to cut off his finger, he withdrew his hand without a flicker of emotion.

He placed the finger that had touched Shang Youqing's wrist bone to his nose and sniffed, letting out a lazy "tsk." "How come that human He Cong could touch you? I just touched your hand,

and you're so nervous, Junior Sister?" Shang Youqing didn't even bother to waste time on him: "Video."

"Okay."

Mu Jiuhan then slowly pulled out his phone and pressed a few buttons. Soon, the gauze curtains that had originally surrounded the large bed were slowly drawn aside, and then a huge screen projected onto the entire wall opposite the bed.

The projected video call was quickly connected, and Shang Youqing saw through the large screen on the wall that Shang You was sitting obediently at a small desk, her face serious, her hands holding a paintbrush, drawing on the drawing board. Mu Weiting stood beside Shang You, his head slightly bent, looking very gentle and patient as he instructed her.

When Shang Youqing saw this, her thin shoulders rose and fell slightly, and her cold face finally showed a change of expression. She stared at Shang You and shouted, "Baby? Youyou?..."

Shang Youqing shouted several times in a hurry, but there was no response from the other end of the video call. Finally, her eyelashes moved slightly, and she turned her eyes sharply to look at the man standing beside the bed, "Turn on my call volume!"

As a result, the next second, the video call screen on the projection screen was hung up.

Mu Jiuhan turned off his phone and explained, "Junior sister probably doesn't want Youyou to see you looking like you could die at any moment after devouring the killing barrier, right? I'm doing this for your own good."

Shang Youqing suppressed the nausea and said, "You took Shang You away and deceived her, making her think that I sent her to Mu Weiting, right?"

Mu Jiuhan raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not really a lie. You saw that Weiting is indeed taking good care of Youyou for you."

Shang Youqing said, "But if I don't cooperate with you, I won't be taking good care of Shang You."

Mu Jiuhan chuckled and sat down on the edge of her bed, gazing at her with deep eyes, "So Junior sister will stay with me, right?"

Shang Youqing looked him indifferently into his eyes, "You two brothers are really more disgusting than the other."

"What you said, little junior sister, is really sad. No matter how good Wei Ting and I are, we are not like the father and son of the He family who always come to take your life, right? What's more--"

Shang Youqing withdrew his gaze with great disgust and interrupted him directly: "Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"

Mu Jiuhan was slightly stunned. Before he could say anything, he saw Shang Youqing's lips stained red with blood, and he sneered, "Knowing that I have swallowed the killing barrier, you still took so much trouble to bring me here, and even used Shang You to threaten me. I guess there is still value in me that is worth exploiting. "

Mu Jiuhan stared at her straight as he finished speaking, and the smile on his face seemed to be softer, "Well, there is indeed something that I need Junior Sister to help me with."

As he said this, he moved closer to Shang Youqing, staring at her closely, and softened his voice again, "But there is no rush. The most important thing now is to take care of Junior Sister's body. Junior Sister, don't worry, I will definitely restore Junior Sister's burned heart meridian."

Shang Youqing was sure that Mu Jiuhan did have something to ask of her, and her tense heartstrings were slightly less urgent, but her tone was still cold and gloomy: "I want to see Shang You."

"Of course, Junior Sister will see Shang You."