Xuanyuan Wuji quickly drove everyone to the First Hospital, renowned as the premier Imperial Hospital of Demon City. Li Mufan had never suffered such a serious injury in his life, moaning continuously throughout the trip, which was proof of how much pain Third Young Master Li was in at the moment. Xuanyuan Wuji, concerned about the worsening of Li Mufan's injuries, sped up the Rolls-Royce lightning fast. What would have been a half-hour drive was cut down to just ten minutes to reach the hospital.
"Liuyun, hurry and bring Li Mufan to Fusu, let him take a good look. This kid has been on death's door the whole trip; we don't want him left with any lingering ailments, otherwise Old Li will surely fight me to death." Once Xuanyuan Wuji parked the car, he immediately began instructing Su Liuyun.
"Zifeng, I really didn't hit him hard, just a gentle slap, I had no idea he'd be so feeble. Zifeng, I didn't do it on purpose."
The moment Shangguan Linlang saw Li Mufan's pale face and sweat-drenched appearance, she knew she might have caused trouble for Shangguan Zifeng yet again. The Empress truly didn't understand why the people here were so fragile, unable to withstand even a single slap—how could a grown man, eight chi tall, be so weak? At this moment, the Empress still mistakenly believed that the men here should be as tough as her father, Shangguan Haotian. What a marvelously misconceived notion. Honestly, the men of modern times sometimes seem even weaker than the women.
"Empress, don't worry, Brother Zifeng knows you were already very careful; it's not your fault. Rest assured, as the old saying goes, 'A scourge lasts for a thousand years'; he won't die so easily. Just be at peace."
Upon seeing his little ancestor's guilt-ridden expression, Shangguan Zifeng couldn't bear it and quickly tried to comfort her. However, the words he spoke seemed like an affront to Su Liuyun's ears—was this man too obnoxious in indulging his own people or what?
"Miss, don't worry, my friend will be fine. The Doctor here is the best, a veritable contemporary Bian Que. With him around, this kid will naturally be okay. Don't blame yourself, I already know the whole story; it was his own fault for provoking trouble, you're not to blame."
As soon as Xuanyuan Wuji saw the anxious look on Shangguan Linlang, he too felt a pang of pity and joined in comforting her. Su Liuyun was dumbfounded; how could their president be so unprincipled—too quick to jump ship. Who was it that had been so adamant in condemning this instigator earlier, huh, huh?
Li Mufan was in extreme pain but remained conscious. If he could move right now, he would have cursed out loud—dammit, did these people have no conscience? Couldn't they at least take him to the hospital first before chatting? Must they torment him like this?
At this moment, he felt even more resentful towards Xuanyuan Wuji, this guy who neglected his own sex for the opposite one. How could he belittle him so much just to win the favor of a beautiful woman? Third Young Master Li seriously doubted whether he had become presbyopic; otherwise, why couldn't he see that his friend had completely lost the cold-heartedness of the old days? Alright, he had to admit that this guy was being ruthless to him. At this thought, Third Young Master Li felt the urge to burst into tears, further grieved by his misjudgement in friends.
"Can you hurry up and find a doctor for him? His face is turning sort of gray now, strange, it was pale earlier. From my experience, he should only need to rest in bed for two or three days to recover. Why are his symptoms so peculiar?"
In the end, it was our Empress who was the more reliable one, being the first to notice Li Mufan's abnormal condition, and then reminding everyone, who were absorbed in their own thoughts, to hurry up and get him checked. Li Mufan hadn't expected the first person to think of him would be this heavy-handed woman—er, well, at most she could be considered a beauty who wrecks graces. He felt a complex mix of emotions; unsure whether to hate her or be grateful. But soon, Third Young Master Li stopped agonizing because the latter part of the Empress's words made him completely not want to deal with her anymore—dammit, did you have to hit so hard? Just for verbally teasing you a bit, did you have to incapacitate me for three days?
"His face is turning black now, what should we do? Zifeng, he's not going to die, is he? I don't want to be caught by your yamen and locked up again. You must save him quickly."
Shangguan Linlang misunderstood Third Young Master Li's condition, thinking that her slap might lead him to death's door. The Empress immediately remembered the words Shangguan Zifeng had used to frighten her earlier, fearing she'd be implicated in a capital case and locked up again; she started trembling lightly, almost bursting into tears right then and there.