No one can know that he is still alive.
"Is there any news on Feng Liyan?" the man asked.
"No, our people have been searching, but we haven’t found anything. I’ll dispatch more people to look for him."
"Do it quickly, but don’t harm him."
The situation is getting more troublesome. Ais came to see him two days ago and said that Gu Yao went abroad. He might have to come up with another plan to enter the Gu Family’s ancestral hall to get something.
"Yes, Master, Ye Yin has another matter to report. The power you established in the Human Realm – the Baiming Sect – has recently been targeted by another force. They come with ill intentions and have provoked several times. Do you need me to handle it?"
"Leave it for now. You go keep an eye on Yingying and Jun Moyan."
After Ye Yin left, the man continued to meditate, striving to restore his Vital Energy as time ticked away.
"Mm-hmm... Jun Moyan, it hurts."
The person in his arms arched in discomfort, her forehead resting against his chest, a trembling voice sounded.
Jun Moyan woke up instantly, sat up and turned on the lamp, only to see Wen Xiao’ai clutching her stomach, her small face wrinkled in pain.
Jun Moyan’s heart was instantly gripped, seeing Wen Xiao’ai clutching her stomach, his first reaction was to think if she was on her period, but then he realized the timing wasn’t right.
"... My stomach hurts." Wen Xiao’ai opened her eyes, tearfully and pitifully looking at Jun Moyan.
"Why does your stomach hurt all of a sudden? I’ll take you to the hospital."
As Jun Moyan spoke, he got out of bed immediately, reaching to pick up Wen Xiao’ai.
"I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go to the hospital, I don’t want to get an injection."
As soon as Wen Xiao’ai heard about going to the hospital, she shrunk back, scared.
She knew what hospitals were for, and she knew how humans often resorted to injections for minor problems.
That last vaccine hurt so much; she doesn’t want to go.
"Be good." Jun Moyan reached out again to pick her up.
Wen Xiao’ai withdrew to the edge of the bed, stubbornly refusing to go or let Jun Moyan hold her.
"No, I don’t want to."
Jun Moyan, anxious, quickly moved to Wen Xiao’ai’s side, lifted her up despite her struggles.
"I don’t hurt anymore, I don’t hurt anymore, Jun Moyan."
Wen Xiao’ai shook her head furiously, saying she didn’t hurt, yet her small hands honestly covered her stomach, her face still twisted in pain, with an added look of fear.
"You might not need an injection; let the doctor take a look and try some medicine."
"I don’t want to go, I don’t want an injection, get the drunken doctor," Wen Xiao’ai said, feeling like crying at the thought of the needle.
She was most afraid of pain, couldn’t stand even a little.
Jun Moyan stopped just outside the bedroom door, looked down at Wen Xiao’ai, who was afraid and tear-filled in his arms.
"No injection, okay..." Wen Xiao’ai looked pitifully at Jun Moyan.
Jun Moyan’s heart softened, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he carried Wen Xiao’ai back to the bedroom and placed her back on the bed.
Then he took out his phone and called the drunken doctor, turning around to pour her a cup of warm water.
Answering the phone was not the drunken doctor, but Qing Yi.
"Third Young Master?" Qing Yi rubbed his eyes, sitting up.
Thinking that the Third Young Master was calling the drunken doctor so late, wondering if something had happened.
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"Wake him up, Xiao’ai has a stomachache, probably from eating something bad tonight; ask him which medicine works quickly."
Qing Yi shook the drunken doctor beside him awake, told him about Wen Xiao’ai’s situation, then placed the phone to his ear for him to speak with Jun Moyan.
The drunken doctor didn’t even open his eyes, hearing the situation, drowsily and instinctively blurted out two medication names.