"What are we going to do about Second Young Master Li?" Shangguan Zifeng glanced at Li Muxing, who was still stubbornly staring up at the sky, apparently trying to glare a hole through it, and couldn't help feeling a headache coming on, so he reminded everyone. After all, Shangguan's boy realized that waiting for this bunch to remember the pitiful autistic patient was probably hopeless.
Shangguan Zifeng's question did indeed snap everyone back to reality; they had been so preoccupied with rescuing someone from the hands of the distraught Empress that they had completely forgotten Li Muxing.
"Nalan, what exactly is wrong with our Mu Xing? He was fine before, so how did he end up with autism?" Li Leyan had finally calmed down from the joy of long life and noticed the quiet child sitting not far away. With a worried face, he turned toward Nalan Fusui, the only doctor among them, and asked. After all, whom else could he ask but Nalan?
