Xiao Changyi said emotionlessly, "I beg you, come with us to Nan Shen to treat the plague."
If his kneeling could save thousands of citizens in Nan Shen, he was willing.
If his kneeling could save his younger brother, Su Chengyu, he was willing.
Gong Juechen was completely taken aback that Xiao Changyi would kneel before him; he was somewhat stunned, unable to believe it.
When An Jing saw Xiao Changyi kneel, she was first taken aback, but soon, she also knelt down and said, "Gong Juechen, my husband and I never beg anyone, but this time, we beg you to go and save the thousands of citizens in Nan Shen, to save our younger brother, Su Chengyu."
Thousands of citizens...
Your younger brother...
Gong Juechen came back to his senses. His face showed no emotion, but his heart felt an exceptional sadness. Su Haoyu must have been a healer in his past life; otherwise, why would these two, so loyal and righteous, go to such lengths for him?
With his master and his wife kneeling, how could Meng Lanqing remain standing? He immediately fell to his knees with a thud.
As soon as Meng Lanqing knelt, Gong Juese blew up, "Brother! Gong Juechen! How dare you let my husband kneel before you?!"
Gong Juechen looked innocent, "I didn’t ask him to kneel; he did it on his own..."
"Then hurry up and let them stand up!" If this wasn’t her dear brother who treated her very well, Gong Juese would have wanted to fight with Gong Juechen.
"But I don’t want to go to Nan Shen to save those unattractive people..." Gong Juechen muttered very softly.
Enraged, Gong Juese yelled, "Fine, you won’t go? Then I will! I will catch the plague! Let’s see if you can continue to ignore it and stand by idly!"
Gong Juechen immediately panicked and rushed to grab Gong Juese, who seemed to be heading out to Nan Shen to contract the plague, "Se Se, Se Se, your brother was wrong; your brother was wrong, please don’t be rash. If you were to catch the plague, and your brother couldn’t heal you, what would I do?"
"Then go to Nan Shen!" Then, Gong Juese threatened again, "If you don’t go, I’ll really head to Nan Shen."
"Aren’t you afraid that if I go to Nan Shen and catch the plague, you’ll never see your brother again..." There was a certain wistfulness in Gong Juechen’s voice.
Gong Juese rolled her eyes at him, "You’re immune to all poisons, you can’t catch the plague!"
"...Okay, I’ll go to Nan Shen, but you have to promise me you won’t go. Nan Shen is too dangerous right now. Just stay safely in the General’s estate, waiting for us to return." The person he cared about most was his sister; he could afford to be in danger, but his sister could not.
Gong Juese nodded decidedly right away, "Mhm, I won’t go. Just hurry and cure that plague so that you can come back soon."
From Gong Juese’s words, it was clear that she had great faith in Gong Juechen’s medical skills and believed that he could definitely cure the plague.
Gong Juechen smiled outwardly, but his heart was very bitter. My medical skills really aren’t that great...
However, if you can live well, I can accept my death.
Thinking thus, Gong Juechen turned to An Jing and Xiao Changyi and said, "I can go with you to Nan Shen, but you must not allow my sister and my brother-in-law to accompany us."
He didn’t want his sister to become a widow.
After all, it was a plague, and he truly wasn’t confident he could cure it.
"Brother, I already said I’m not going; why do you keep talking about me?!" Gong Juese didn’t believe for a second that Gong Juechen would go and not return; she just immediately expressed her dissatisfaction.
Meng Lanqing was not as naive as Gong Juese; hearing Gong Juechen’s words, he immediately understood the implication, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
"Alright, we promise," Xiao Changyi pledged while helping An Jing to stand up.