The doctor from the Martial Artist Association examined Yang Feilong, who lay in bed with his eyes closed, and stated, "He is merely extremely exhausted, both mentally and physically, which has caused him to fall unconscious."
Upon hearing this, everyone, including Tie Rushan who had already been healed, breathed a sigh of relief.
When Tie Rushan was critically wounded by the fugitive's dying counterattack, he thought he was dead. Upon waking, he felt better than ever, even feeling the bottleneck of the Earth Martial realm loosen slightly. Seeing Yang Feilong unconscious and hearing everyone's chatter, he finally realized he had narrowly escaped death and made significant progress in his cultivation, all thanks to Yang Feilong. He felt both fortunate and indebted. Seeing Yang Feilong in a coma, he was incredibly worried. "This child is too earnest. To save my life, he exhausted himself to the point of unconsciousness."
"But why does he look so pained?" Lin Yunxi, watching Yang Feilong's furrowed brow, asked with concern.
"His body is also ill," the martial physician mused slightly. "Although I don't know what illness it is, it seems like a congenital condition. I am also helpless in this regard."
"A congenital illness?" The few of them fell silent, their gazes towards Yang Feilong becoming even more complex.
Lin Yunxi and Xu Fei felt even more guilty, especially Lin Yunxi, who blamed herself immensely.
"You all go out. I'll take care of him," Lin Yunxi said.
"This..." Tie Rushan hesitated. Yang Feilong had collapsed because of him, so he felt he should be the one to take care of him. However, he was a rough man and far less adept at caring for someone than Lin Yunxi.
"It's not appropriate for you gentlemen to take care of him. I'll stay with Sister Yunxi to look after him!" Xu Fei also chimed in.
"Alright then!" Tie Rushan said, "I'll go brew some medicine to relieve mental and physical fatigue!"
"En." Lin Yunxi did not object. If Tie Rushan wasn't allowed to do anything, he would likely feel uneasy.
Afterward, everyone left, leaving only the unconscious Yang Feilong, Lin Yunxi, and Xu Fei in the room.
Lin Yunxi sat by the bedside, busy pouring warm water into a basin. She then wet a towel and gently wiped Yang Feilong's exposed face, neck, and hands. She even removed his socks and wiped his feet and toes. Her movements were gentle and meticulous.
She knew Yang Feilong was a clean person and might not want to lie there sweaty. Therefore, she thought she would help him clean himself up.
Watching Lin Yunxi busy herself, Xu Fei opened her mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. Her expression was melancholic.
She said he didn't like her and only saw him as a friend. Xu Fei sighed inwardly.
Although Yang Feilong's previous rejection had hurt and angered her, after the recent events and a long talk with Lin Yunxi, she had gained a new understanding of him. He was indeed a good man, an exceptionally good man. It was no wonder she had been attracted to him at first sight. Her judgment was truly remarkable.
"Alas, one's affection is like falling flowers, but the water flows on, indifferent," Xu Fei shook her head.
She knew that few women would dislike a man like Yang Feilong. Despite his congenital illness, he had risked everything to save someone, exhausting himself to the point of unconsciousness. It was truly remarkable. No one would have blamed him if he hadn't gone to such lengths to revive a dying person and get them back on their feet immediately. Yet, he had done so exceptionally well.
Call him foolish or clumsy, such a man always made you feel pity after scolding him!
Therefore, although Xu Fei still harbored some resentment and annoyance, it was no longer the furious anger she had felt before towards Yang Feilong. It was just a pity for such a good man.
Xu Fei glanced at Lin Yunxi, who was still wiping Yang Feilong, and shook her head. She decided to leave, thinking it might be better for Lin Yunxi to be alone. She sighed, feeling superfluous, gave Lin Yunxi one last deep look, and then quietly withdrew, closing the door behind her.
Lin Yunxi had noticed Xu Fei leaving. Looking at Yang Feilong, she bit her lip, then unbuttoned his shirt and removed his pants, beginning to wipe his body, though she carefully avoided the area in between. Her face flushed slightly when she reached that vicinity.
After wiping his front, she gently turned Yang Feilong onto his side, wiped him thoroughly, and then covered him with the blanket, leaving only his handsome and dashing face exposed.
Seeing his brow furrowed, perhaps in pain from his congenital illness, she felt a pang of sympathy. She gently stroked his face, which she could look at endlessly, and softly murmured, "Feilong, I like you. I like you very much. Do you know that?"
"I wanted to forget you. I wanted to be just friends, but I tried, and I found I couldn't."
Her eyes welled up with tears, and her face was filled with a sense of grievance. Who would have thought that the usually strong and proud Lin Yunxi would exhibit such a girlish demeanor?
"Why didn't you just lie to me?" Lin Yunxi's voice was gentle, with a hint of accusation. "If you had just lied and said you liked me, I would have been with you without hesitation. Even if I knew you had other women, I could have pretended not to care."
"Why? Is it because you don't want to hurt me? But do you know? Your supposed intention not to hurt me has actually hurt me."
"I'm a girl, and I can't confess my feelings boldly and directly. Do you know all this?"
"You... you must know, you are so intelligent."
"Is it because I once said I only wanted a boyfriend who was devoted to me that you became scared?"
"If I told you now that I would be satisfied as long as you were devoted to me when you were with me, would you still be indifferent to me?"
Her voice was soft, as if she were afraid of startling the unconscious Yang Feilong.
Suddenly, she saw Yang Feilong's face contort slightly, his body seeming to curl up, looking utterly pitiable. This made Lin Yunxi's heart ache. "Is his congenital illness acting up?" He looked so cold.
She didn't call for a doctor because the doctor had already said it was a congenital illness and he didn't know how to treat it, so calling them would be useless.
"Could it be that I chilled him when I was wiping his body?" Lin Yunxi's heart clenched. She panicked. Then, as if struck by an idea, she glanced at the closed door. She stopped thinking, kicked off her shoes and removed her coat, then lifted the blanket and climbed in.
The unconscious Yang Feilong seemed to feel the warmth and immediately embraced Lin Yunxi, pressing against her full chest, sending a jolt of numbness through her. Lin Yunxi's beautiful face turned crimson, but she didn't push him away. Seeing his brows slowly unfurl, a look of adoration spread across her face. She then wrapped her arms around Yang Feilong and rubbed her nose against his.
The breath Yang Feilong exhaled from his mouth and nose tickled her face and nose, but she felt an inexplicable warmth. Her cheek touched his, his felt a little cool, while hers was flushed with shyness. Looking at Yang Feilong's lips, so close to hers, she couldn't help but swallow, a sudden urge to kiss him rising within her. As she thought this, the wicked notion grew stronger and stronger within Lin Yunxi. Slowly, it drew her closer and closer...