Ran Weiyi’s gaze swept past him and returned to Ye Mochen’s serene sleeping face.
In her mind, the formula for the 【Primary Detoxification Pill】 appeared with perfect clarity, every character distinct. Some of the required medicinal herbs were common, while others were exceptionally rare. Yet she felt no trace of worry, because the Ye family possessed the means to acquire them.
“I’ll go prepare them.”
Butler Lin’s voice carried a hoarse excitement as he straightened his hunched back and turned to leave briskly. Years of despair were torn apart in this moment by a single ray of light.
As his footsteps faded, the vast room held only Ran Weiyi and the man lying unconscious on the bed.
The heavy scent of blood in the air gradually gave way to the unique fragrance emanating from her.
Ran Weiyi reached out, her fingertip lightly tracing the space between Ye Mochen’s eyebrows.
The lines that had been tightly knit in agony were now smoothed away.
The most obsessive, most pitiable madman in this book. Now, he lay as quiet as a child.
Her fingertip seemed to carry a strange, soothing power.
Just then, Ye Mochen’s eyelashes trembled faintly.
He did not wake.
But for the first time, amid the endless darkness and painful descent, he sensed a trace of warmth.
It was not the searing burn of flames. Nor the tearing agony of poison.
It was the only tangible sensation in a void of nothingness. Instinctively, he sought to follow that faint warmth.
Ran Weiyi withdrew her hand. She walked to the window and pushed it open a crack. The icy night wind rushed in instantly, lifting a strand of hair that lay against her cheek.
Soon, hurried yet orderly footsteps sounded outside the door.
Butler Lin had returned. Behind him followed several servants carrying large wooden buckets filled with a medicinal brew as dark as ink. The rich aroma of herbs instantly overpowered the scent of blood.
The servants kept their heads bowed, not daring to look at Ye Mochen on the bed, nor to glance at the unfamiliar woman who had suddenly appeared. Under Butler Lin’s stern gaze, they swiftly arranged everything as needed.
“Miss, everything is ready,” Butler Lin said respectfully, standing to the side.
Ran Weiyi nodded. “All of you, leave.”
Her voice was soft, yet the servants seemed pardoned from a sentence, immediately withdrawing.
“Butler Lin, you stay and assist me.” Butler Lin was taken aback for a moment, then nodded firmly.
“Yes.”
Moving an unconscious grown man into a bath barrel was no easy task, especially given Ye Mochen’s tall and sturdy build.
Ran Weiyi directed Butler Lin, one lifting the shoulders, the other the legs.
“Slowly,” she reminded softly.
Butler Lin’s arms trembled, not from the weight, but from tension. He feared that a single misstep might harm his young master.
Finally, Ye Mochen’s body was settled safely into the medicinal brew. The dark liquid quickly rose past his chest.
Only his pale neck and sharply defined jaw remained visible. Steam rose, blurring his features.
Ran Weiyi reached into the medicinal broth, accurately locating several major acupoints on his back. Through the warm liquid, her fingertips pressed with a special rhythm, slowly and deliberately.
This was to guide the medicinal potency deeper into his meridians, bones, and blood.
As she worked, Ye Mochen’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed even further. A faint, indistinct sigh escaped his throat.Butler Lin stood to the side, not daring to make a sound. He watched Ran Weiyi’s focused profile, observing her steady and precise movements.
The awe in his heart deepened another level.
Just who… was this young lady?
Time passed bit by bit amidst the lingering scent of medicine.
The color of the medicinal liquid in the bathtub was visibly fading at a noticeable pace. The dark medicinal potency seemed to have been completely absorbed into Ye Mochen’s body.
Only when the last trace of medicinal power was exhausted did Ran Weiyi slowly withdraw her hand.
“Done,” she said, standing up and addressing Butler Lin. “Butler Lin, get him out and dry him off.”
“Yes!” Butler Lin’s voice was loud and firm.
After a flurry of activity, Ye Mochen was once again lying on the clean and tidy bed.
He had changed into soft sleepwear, carrying the fresh scent of medicinal herbs on his body. The ashen pallor on his face had mostly faded, replaced by a hint of color, and his breathing was long and steady.
Ran Weiyi walked to the table, picked up paper and a brush, and wrote down a series of medicinal names. Then, she handed the thin sheet of paper to Butler Lin.
“Find these as quickly as possible according to the list.”
“Not a single ingredient can be missing.”
Butler Lin received the prescription with both hands, treating it as a precious treasure.
With just a glance, his heart trembled. Several of the herbs listed were extremely rare, even to the point of being priceless! But he did not hesitate in the slightest.
“Young lady, rest assured,” he said solemnly, carefully tucking the prescription close to his body. “Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will definitely gather all the medicinal ingredients!”
After speaking, he bowed deeply to Ran Weiyi once more, then turned and strode away with unprecedented determination.
The room returned to tranquility once again.
Ran Weiyi walked to the bedside, sat down, and quietly looked at Ye Mochen.
She knew this was only the beginning. The road ahead was still full of thorns.
That reborn original female lead, those enemies lurking in the shadows, and the sturdy cage within Ye Mochen’s heart.
There was still much she had to do. But she was not afraid.
She reached out her hand and, this time, gently grasped his hand resting by his side.
His hand was very cold, with distinct knuckles. She used her own body warmth to gradually warm that icy coldness.
“Ye Mochen.”
She whispered softly, as if speaking to him, and also as if making a promise to herself.
“This time, I won’t let you fall into hell again.”
Night shadows, filtering through the window lattice, cast mottled patterns on the floor.
“Mmm…”
A heavily suppressed groan escaped from Ye Mochen’s throat.
His brows furrowed tightly once more, and an expression of pain appeared on his handsome face. Beads of sweat seeped from his temples, sliding down his tense jawline.
He seemed to have fallen into some terrifying nightmare. His body began to tremble slightly.
“Don’t be afraid.”
Ran Weiyi leaned down, her voice lowered to a whisper, carrying a strange, soothing power.
“I’m here.”
Her fingertips, carrying the cool scent of medicine, gently massaged his temples.
“Ye Mochen, listen to me.”
“The nightmares are all false.”
“You’re fine now.”
Her voice, over and over again, was like the gentlest incantation.
Miraculously, the trembling in Ye Mochen’s body actually slowly subsided.
His tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed. The painful struggle on his face was also gradually replaced by a weary tranquility.
He still did not open his eyes. Only in his half-awake, half-asleep state did his lips move slightly, uttering a few indistinct syllables.”…Don’t go.”
The voice was as light as the wind, so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
Yet Ran Weiyi heard it.
Every word struck her heart like a heavy hammer.
Her eyes instantly reddened.
How much abandonment and betrayal had he endured, to plead so humbly even in his unconscious state?
“I won’t go.”
She lowered her head, her warm lips gently pressing against his cold hand. A drop of scalding liquid fell silently.
“I will never leave.”