As soon as they stepped out, Shangguan Yu asked Qing Yi to call Bai Yi again to inquire about the situation.
The drunkard took the phone from Bai Yi and confidently said that he wouldn’t let Jun Moyan die, then hung up.
This was evidently more reassuring than before, giving Shangguan Yu and Qing Yi hope.
"Have you found a way?"
In the drunkard’s small apartment, the floor was covered with books with yellowed covers, and Bai Yi was sitting in that pile of books, intently searching for something.
Hearing the drunkard so firmly say that he wouldn’t let Jun Moyan die, Bai Yi immediately looked up at him.
The drunkard returned the phone to him and continued to peruse the half-completed book in his hand.
These were all medical books that his master had painstakingly handwritten over a lifetime.
They were his life’s work and the only thing he had left behind.
When he left that great mountain, he didn’t even take an extra set of clothes, only these books.
He remembered that his master had once recorded some insights about corpse poison.
Of course, those were merely personal insights his master had made after studying decomposed animal corpses, and naturally hadn’t received any medical recognition.
But now, with no solutions left, he couldn’t let any glimmer of hope slip by.
"There must be a way."
This sentence was something the drunkard had repeated many times that day, but these particular words carried much more conviction.
That person wouldn’t disregard Jun Moyan’s life and death; otherwise, they wouldn’t have him stay by Jun Moyan’s side, not only to monitor but also to ensure Jun Moyan’s safety.
But this corpse poison was not an ordinary poison, and he didn’t know if that person was absolutely sure, so he could only sit here, searching for more hope instead of returning to Huiwu Garden to await that person’s arrival.
After Shangguan Yu and Qing Yi left, Wen Xiao’ai gently moved her fingers and locked the door.
She sat down by the bed, reaching out to touch Jun Moyan’s somewhat cold face, then leaned down, burying her small face in his neck.
She closed her eyes, resting her chin on his shoulder, her face close to his ear.
Tears unwillingly fell down.
Wen Xiao’ai kissed his ear: "Jun Moyan, I’ll try again. If I still can’t save you, I’ll take you back to the Demon Clan for the Medicine King to heal you."
Speaking of returning to the Demon Clan, Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t help but feel a pang of sourness in her heart.
Because she knew, if she really took Jun Moyan back, when he returned to the Human Realm, he’d be alone...
"I don’t want to go back now. I don’t want to be separated from you. I still want to eat with you, sleep with you, watch cartoons with you. I want you to buy me lollipops, peel chestnuts for me, help me brush my teeth. I want to wake up every day and say ’I love you, I like you’... I want to do so many things with you, so you have to wake up, okay?"
Wen Xiao’ai’s voice was choked with sobs, barely able to speak, tears cascading down.
"If you don’t wake up, I’ll really get very, very angry, the kind of anger you can’t soothe."
She had never been this scared, this helpless before.
Previously agreed, if he leaves after a hundred years, she would wait for his next life. At the time, it was said so lightly, even eagerly anticipating Jun Moyan’s next life as a child, but now... she doesn’t want any next life, because she can’t bear to see him leave with his eyes closed...