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Last night, whether that person got some rest or not, Yang Chenjin, as a member of the Yang family, was undoubtedly well aware of it.
So when Yang Chenyan heard Yang Chenjin’s words, he sneered.
Just as he was about to mock a few words, he heard someone cough, followed by a shocking sight of red.
Also, the red he detested the most.
Yang Chenyan’s eyes widened directly, his heart almost stopping.
He stiffly shifted his gaze from the red on the dishes to Ruan Qing’s face.
In fact, it wasn’t just Yang Chenyan with a face full of panic; even the others at the table widened their eyes.
Even Yang Chenjin was the same.
In the depths of his eyes, there was an unusual mix of panic and fear, no longer the calm elegance from before.
Even losing composure to the point of smashing the bowl on the side, his hands trembled. “... Sister-in-law?”
“What’s wrong with you!?”
Ruan Qing’s face was now pale as paper, devoid of any trace of blood.
He covered his chest, a hint of pain between his delicate eyebrows, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
It stained his pale pink thin lips, as well as his jade-like chin.
Blood dripped on the clean clothes he had just changed into, instantly spreading.
Ruan Qing was extremely fragile at this moment, as if he could die at any moment.
Yu Qing liked to wear white shirts, and most of the clothes he brought were white shirts.
So Ruan Qing was still wearing a white-colored shirt, and the red bloodstains on the pure white shirt were extremely glaring.
As if piercing someone’s eyes with a desire to harm.
Ruan Qing also knew how bad his body was.
Although he detoxified in less than half a minute before and after being poisoned, it was indeed a step too late, unable to completely cleanse the toxin.
Plus, after being poisoned, intense movement had evidently spread the toxin throughout his body.
Without any treatment, his body probably wouldn’t survive until the sixth day.
Ruan Qing heard the voices of Yang Chenjin and Yang Chenyan, but now he didn’t even have the strength to speak.
Even his vision was starting to blur.
In the end, Ruan Qing, holding his chest, fell down weakly.
Yang Chenjin, sitting closest to Ruan Qing, immediately stood up and supported the collapsing Ruan Qing once he realized the other was about to fall. “Sister-in-law!?”
Yang Chenjin’s voice became somewhat sharp, carrying a panic and fear that he himself didn’t seem to notice.
However, no matter how he called, the person in his arms didn’t respond.
Upon seeing Ruan Qing faint, Yang Chenyan panickedly stood up, then walked over quickly. He spoke in a somewhat flustered manner, with even his hands trembling. “Why is there blood!? Wasn’t there any injury!? He had only some bruises on the chest!”
He had clearly checked, and there should have been only some bruises on the chest.
Why was there blood!?
Yang Chenyan wanted to check where Ruan Qing was injured in his panicked state, but was directly blocked by Yang Chenjin.
Yang Chenjin, with an urgent expression, looked at the steward. “Steward!!!”
“Go find a doctor!!!”
The steward, seeing Ruan Qing spitting blood, was also extremely anxious. However, the people of the Yang family didn’t care about their own health, whether they lived or died, and they never got sick in the first place.
Naturally, there was no such thing as a doctor in this place.
Fog completely blocked the road outside the Yang family villa, and apart from Master Yang and the two young masters, even the Yang family members didn’t dare to casually step out.
The fog outside the Yang family villa would only dissipate after the funeral.
So, it’s impossible to find a doctor, someone who didn’t exist here.
After Yang Chenjin finished speaking, he also realized it. He restrained the panic in his heart and immediately spoke in a deep voice. “Among the guests, find someone. If they can heal Sister-in-law, the Yang family promises to send them away safely.”
“Yes.” The steward immediately ordered the servants to find someone, and he himself ran towards where the guests were staying, seemingly intending to find someone with the servants to quickly bring back the doctor.
Yang Chenjin, after speaking, looked at Yang Chenyan, who seemed a bit at a loss, and spoke in a deep voice. “Third brother, go out and bring back doctors from the hospital.”
“It’s best to bring various doctors.”
After all, they didn’t know why the young man suddenly spit blood, and it’s better to have various doctors.
At this moment, many players’ attention was focused on the young man who had collapsed, and they didn’t notice the issue with Yang Chenyan’s speed.
Even if they had noticed, it wouldn’t have been too surprising.
After all, they had always suspected that the Yang family members were not human, so unusual speed was expected.
Yang Chenjin carefully lifted the unconscious Ruan Qing horizontally and went straight upstairs.
Several players watched as the person on the stairs disappeared. They exchanged glances with each other.
This was undoubtedly a rare opportunity.
Unfortunately, none of them were skilled in medical arts; otherwise, they might have been able to directly clear this dungeon.
It seemed that the NPC was more important than they initially thought.
The players lowered their heads, showing a pensive expression.
Only two players had darkened expressions, shrouded in a cold aura, their thoughts unclear.
While players might not be skilled in medical arts, they were used to getting injured frequently, so a simple examination of the body was something they could do.
Feng Ye, who had caught the young man earlier, had indeed seen no visible injuries.
Yet, the other was still spitting blood.
After a silent pause, Feng Ye stood up and left the dining table.
The player with a crew cut immediately followed suit.
Other players also wanted to follow, but the player with a crew cut rejected them.
The rest could only continue with their meal; after all, they hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.
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Among the guests attending the funeral, there was indeed a medical professional. When they heard about the opportunity to exchange for a safe exit from the Yang family, one of the doctors stepped forward.
The doctor was then led by the steward to a room on the third floor.
At this moment, there were only two people in the room.
Even if no one said who needed medical attention, the doctor could easily tell.
The doctor, looking at the young man on the bed with a pale complexion, did not immediately approach to assess the situation. Instead, the doctor turned to Yang Chenjin and spoke in a serious tone, “If I treat him, can I exchange it for the assurance that my wife and daughter will be able to leave?”
Clearly, the man had misunderstood and jumped to conclusions. The steward initially meant exchanging this opportunity for the doctor’s departure, not the doctor’s family.
However, what he wanted to exchange was for two people.
Yang Chenjin, sitting by the bed, glanced at the man with a gloomy expression and said, “Okay.”
The doctor then went forward to examine the situation of the young man and, after a few minutes, came to a conclusion.
“He’s poisoned.”
