I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Given the cost, they eventually found a small clinic that looked decent. Fan Zhiyi then began to wonder why Bing Nandong was unwilling to seek medical treatment at Tianyun Sect. Could it be because the fees at Tianyun Sect were higher than those at the foot of the mountain? Considering their current situation, he thought it was quite possible.

The doctor at the clinic was an elderly man with white hair, and they had to wait in a long line before they could get a turn.

While they were queuing, people kept glancing in their direction. Putting everything else aside, Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong's looks alone were quite attractive, let alone the two of them together.

Fan Zhiyi stood there uneasy, feeling as if he had thorns in his back, while Bing Nandong remained motionless, ignoring the whispers around him.

Fan Zhiyi overheard someone say, "Don't you think he looks a lot like the senior disciple of Tianyun Sect ten years ago?"

"So what if it's similar? Tianyun Sect has already said that Bing Nandong died ten years ago."

"Yeah, that's true." The girl was a little disappointed. "But as long as he's handsome, that's all that matters. I can look at him a few more times. That white-robed immortal standing next to him is also very handsome, aloof and ascetic, just my type!"

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Could you please keep your voice down? His aloofness is entirely due to social anxiety.

Finally, it was their turn to get to the front of the line, and Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief. He then led Bing Nandong to sit down.

The old man first took Bing Nandong's pulse, then glanced at Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi's attire, and invited them into the inner room before carefully removing the white cloth from Bing Nandong's eyes.

This was the first time Fan Zhiyi had seen Bing Nandong's eyes in so long. They were very beautiful eyes, long in shape and complemented by sword-like eyebrows. On this mature and handsome face, when he wasn't smiling, he appeared somewhat serious and aloof, but when he did smile, he would surely be gentle, Fan Zhiyi thought. But he wondered who could make Bing Nandong smile. Perhaps it was the older brother that Cen Jun had mentioned.

Just as he was watching, Bing Nandong opened his eyes, and his pupils turned to meet Fan Zhiyi's gaze. If it weren't for the fact that his eyes were lifeless and gray, Fan Zhiyi would have thought that Bing Nandong was pretending to be blind.

Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment when he heard the doctor say, "Look at me this way."

Bing Nandong then looked away and looked ahead, as if nothing had happened.

Next came the inspection. The old man was also a cultivator. He kept frowning and stroking his white beard before saying, "Take off your clothes."

Bing Nandong didn't move, so Fan Zhiyi asked, "Why?"

"Why, why!" The old man glared at Fan Zhiyi. "Would I, an old man, possibly harm you?"

Fan Zhiyi reluctantly shut his mouth and nudged Bing Nandong: "Do as the doctor says."

Bing Nandong then took off his robes one by one, and Fan Zhiyi held him until the last inner garment was removed from his body. The dense scars on his skin were displayed, with almost no good skin. Some had scabbed over, while others looked like fresh wounds that were still red with blood.

These wounds don't look like self-inflicted injuries by Bing Nandong at all. Moreover, the sect leader said that Bing Nandong has been recuperating in Tianyun Sect since he was injured ten years ago, so it's even less likely that he was injured while on a mission outside.

Bing Nandong's fingertips twirled around the waistband of his pants: "Do you want to take them off again?"

The old man was also taken aback when he saw Bing Nandong's injuries, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "Please ask this young master in white to wait outside for a while."

Fan Zhiyi, mindful of Bing Nandong's privacy, hung his clothes on the screen and left.

The wait lasted a long time. Fan Zhiyi watched as the waiters brought out basin after basin of bloody water and then dismissed the people still waiting to see the doctor. His anxiety grew even more intense.

When the doctor said it was okay to come in, Fan Zhiyi rushed in without saying a word. He saw that Bing Nandong was already dressed properly, and the wound was hidden in his clothes, so he appeared to be normal, just like an ordinary person.

Fan Zhiyi was restless while waiting outside. The young man's thin shoulders and waist were bearing so many injuries. Fan Zhiyi imagined that if this had happened to him, he would probably be in excruciating pain. How could he have endured so many days without saying a word?

He should have brought Bing Nandong to see a doctor sooner. He should have done so the first day he met him, even if it meant dragging and binding Bing Nandong. How could he have spanked Bing Nandong like that that day? How could he not have noticed Bing Nandong's injury then?

Self-blame overwhelmed Fan Zhiyi's emotions. The young man's mottled body was too much for him to bear. He had actually thought that Tianyun Sect should take Bing Nandong back as soon as possible. He was simply inhuman! There must be someone in Tianyun Sect who was abusing Bing Nandong. If he were sent back, would Bing Nandong have any chance of survival? He would be an accomplice!

hateful!

"This young master's external injuries are rather troublesome. They seem to be the result of years of accumulated old and new wounds, some of which have even affected the bones and tendons. However, I have already treated the necrotic tissue at the wound site, and from what I've observed, his wounds are healing remarkably quickly—the first time I've encountered such a case in all my years of medical practice. But that's good, too; with proper rest, external injuries can heal. This is the medicine to be applied to the wounds." The old man turned a page of the prescription in his hand. "As for his eyes, they should have healed long ago, but because you didn't take good care of them, and repeatedly aggravated the injuries just as they were about to heal, you've remained blind, haven't you?"

Bing Nandong said, "That's right."

"This absolutely cannot be done again, otherwise, even with the best recovery ability, it could lead to lifelong blindness. This is medicine to be applied to the eyes." After a pause, the old man continued, "As for internal injuries, it's strange. This young master has a lot of unabsorbed spiritual energy in his body, chaotic and raging, mutually hostile. If it is not dispelled for a long time, it will burst his spiritual veins and cause him to explode and die. He needs someone with profound cultivation to dispel it for him, and also to apply medicinal patches, three times a day, which he needs to take consistently for slow recovery. Another troublesome thing is that the young master seems to have been poisoned, but I cannot yet determine what kind of poison it is."

Fan Zhiyi grew increasingly terrified as he listened, and just as he was listening intently, Bing Nandong suddenly smiled and said, "Old man, you must have made a mistake in your diagnosis. I only have external injuries."

The old man opened his mouth, exchanged a few glances with Bing Nandong, and then instantly realized, "Yes, yes, I was so busy that I misread the medical records. Young master's internal injuries are due to stagnation in the meridians and excessive worry. Take these prescriptions to get the medicine, and the payment is over there."