NOVPUBChapter 303: 303, Jian Luo is Saved (2)_1
Chapter 303: 303, Jian Luo is Saved (2)_1
“Qin Bo, I’m unsure. Young Master Jingwu went to find Young Master Bai Jue with the young lady,”
“Let’s go see what’s happening.”
Master Jian stood up, ready to go upstairs.
Seeing this, Qin Bo quickly rushed over to support him. “Master, please take it easy.”
Upstairs, Bai Jue was in his room studying the components of a drug when Quan Jingwu stormed in, startling him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Something happened to my dear.” Quan Jingwu’s voice was dark and chilling.
As soon as the words were uttered, the usual smile on Bai Jue’s face froze. He immediately put down what he was doing and stood up.
“Where is she?”
The two raced back to their room. The person who should have been on the couch was nowhere to be seen.
“My dear!”
Quan Jingwu’s gaze nervously darted around until he heard a sound from the bathroom. He dashed over in an instant.
Peering inside, he saw Jian Qing leaning against the washstand, clearly unsteady, seeming ready to fall at any moment.
Quan Jingwu strode forward and wrapped her in his arms. Jian Qing leaned against him weakly.
“Xiaojing!”
The soft and raspy sound of her voice tore at Quan Jingwu’s heart.
There was a hint of distress in the depth of his eyes as he carried her out of the bathroom.
Bai Jue, realizing the situation, hurriedly followed the two.
Quan Jingwu sat Jian Qing on the sofa. At the same time, Bai Jue sat next to her and began inspecting her condition.
“It’s probably due to a blood transfusion today and lack of rest. You already have gastritis; you really should be cautious.” Bai Jue reprimanded.
“I’ll bring you some medicine shortly. Just rest for the next couple of days and keep your diet light. Don’t worry about Jian Luo, I’m here.”
Quan Jingwu scrutinized her, taking Bai Jue’s advice to heart.
“Alright, get some rest. I’ll bring the medicine later.” Standing up, Bai Jue left the room, closing the door behind him.
Just as he was about to descend the stairs, he ran into Old Master Jian.
“How is Little Qingqing doing?” Seeing Bai Jue, Master Jian immediately asked.
“She’s fine, just exhausted from the blood transfusion.” Bai Jue explained. Then, he turned to Qin Bo, “For the next couple of days, Jian Qing shouldn’t eat anything heavy. Light and simple is best.”
Qin Bo replied, “I understand. I’ll let the kitchen staff know as soon as possible.”
Only after hearing Bai Jue’s reassurance did Master Jian finally feel relieved.
In the room, Quan Jingwu held Jian Qing in his arms, feelings of relief hidden within his eyes.
“Xiaojing, I’m okay now. Don’t worry.”
Jian Qing held his hand, feeling how icy cold his palm was.
She must have alarmed him earlier.
Quan Jingwu didn’t say anything but gave her an affectionate kiss on the eye.
Again and again, full of treasuring and pity.
With a faint smile, she said, “Xiaojing, I’m so tired.”
“Sleep then!” Quan Jingwu gently patted her back and whispered, “I’ll be with you.”
Hearing him, Jian Qing responded softly and settled her cheek into his chest, found a comfortable position, and fell deeply asleep.
…
The days of uncertainty were always trying. Two days had passed, and Jian Luo was still unconscious. Black Jack had remained by his sickbed, never leaving his side.
Bai Jue was also exhausted. He spent days in his room, studying the antidote for the drug. He was not seen except when he was checking on Jian Luo.
Jian Qing walked in to find Black Jack sleeping at the bedside. He didn’t sleep at all these past two days. His chin had grown stubble and weariness was visible on his face. He was obviously exhausted to his limit.
No sooner had someone entered, Black Jack immediately woke up. Seeing that it was Jian Qing, the vigilance in his blue eyes faded instantly.
“Black Jack, you should rest for a while. I’ll look after LuoLuo.” Jian Qing spoke gently.
Black Jack shook his head, his voice hoarse, “No need.”
Just as Jian Qing was about to say something, Bai Jue barged in.
His hair was a mess, his clothes were the same as two days ago. At this moment, the usual carefree and poised image of him was nowhere to be seen.
“Jian Luo will be saved. The antidote has been developed.”
In his hand was a small test tube, a broad smile spreading across his lips as he spoke.
“The antidote is here.”
For goddamn sake, this flippin’ thing nearly killed me.
Finally, it’s been developed.”
Black Jack’s eyes brightened, and he instantly shot to his feet, gripping Bai Jue’s arm, “What did you say? There’s an antidote?”
Bai Jue nodded, “Yes, there’s an antidote.”
Black Jack released his hold, looking elated, “That’s great… that’s really great…””
Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu exchanged glances, smiles rising on their faces.
Without a moment to spare, Bai Jue immediately administered the antidote to Jian Luo. Black Jack fastidiously observed the entire process, as if expecting Jian Luo to wake up at any moment.
“Jian Luo should wake up by the afternoon.” Having deposited the syringe, Bai Jue let out a sigh of relief, a joyous smile spreading across his face.
They all knew how accomplished Bai Jue was as a physician. If he said so, they had no reason to disbelief.
“Bai Jue, you have worked hard.” Jian Qing smiled faintly.
Bai Jue scoffed, “There’s no need for thanks between us.”
Jian Qing’s lips curved into a smile. For the first time in many days, her smile was dazzling.
“Well, I’m going to take a shower and rest for a bit. I’ve nearly destroyed my image these past two days.” Bai Jue grumbled, looking at his clothes. He seemed to be smelling something foul.
Throwing a sidelong glance at Black Jack, Jian Qing smiled cunningly and pulled Quan Jingwu out of the room, giving the others some space.
In the courtyard, the warm sunlight sprinkled everywhere, and the roses were in full bloom.
Under the tree, Jian Qing looked at the man beside her and smiled softly, “Xiaojing, finally, the storm has passed.”
Seeing her radiant smiling face, Quan Jingwu chuckled softly. He stretched his hands, pulling her closer to him.
“You’re that happy, huh?”
The husky voice filled with amusement was enough to make anyone’s ears tingle.
“Hmm.” She looked up at him with a captivating smile on her face.
If Luoluo was okay, it was the best news for her.
Quan Jingwu touched her hair with his fingers, and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Now that your nephew is fine, when will you give me a bit more?”
When the weather turned for the better, someone was ready to joke again.
