Chapter 209: Wasn’t It Always Like This Before?
Watching his distant figure, the young man’s face under the white cloth became ferocious. His attitude toward Mo Zichen and the other people captured to make medicinal people was very obviously different, which made the young man feel uneasy.
He slowly extended his right hand that had been behind his back, and when he spread it open, a scar that had not yet healed could be seen in his palm. This scar had been with him for almost two months and still could not heal.
Looking at this scar, the young man’s gaze became gloomy. He pressed the scar with his left hand, and a dull pain that was not intense but quite obvious came from his palm. He pursed his lips, turned around, and returned to the previous room.
“I’ll go in and take a look, then adjust the prescription a bit. He might feel more pain, or maybe less pain, so no matter what sounds come from inside, don’t enter without my permission, got it?” The young man placed his hand on the room door, turned his head, and instructed the subordinate guarding the door.
“Yes.” The subordinate had personally witnessed the terror of the medicine made by the young man, and his instruction did not violate any principles, so he agreed readily.
The young man nodded in satisfaction and walked into the room without hesitation.
The medicinal liquid in the bathtub had become turbid, also indicating that the torture of this day was coming to an end. Mo Zichen collapsed exhaustedly against the bathtub, closing his eyes to recover his strength. Now no one helped him out of the bathtub right after the medicinal bath like at the beginning; he had to rely on himself.
The young man looked down at him from above, his gaze like a pair of hands carefully tracing his features, but no matter how he looked, he could not see anything special that would make his father view him differently.
Suddenly, when his sight fell on the extremely faint mole at the corner of Mo Zichen’s eye that was almost invisible, he froze. This mole······
He thought he finally understood why his father treated him differently from others.
However, his heart became even more tormented. Jealousy and anger almost drowned his reason. He clenched his fist tightly, feeling the pain from the scar in his palm to barely maintain his clarity.
His emotional changes were very intense, to the point that even Mo Zichen could not ignore them. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the young man with a puzzled expression. Seeing his gaze that seemed to want to devour him, he was stunned, then gave a bitter smile, said nothing, and closed his eyes again.
He thought the young man’s emotional change was because today’s medicinal bath had been in vain again. With a bitter tone, he said: “My body is just like this; it can’t be transformed no matter what. You should give up! Besides, I can’t take it anymore. If this continues, I’m going to die from the pain.”
“Hmph!” The young man snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and turned to leave.
“He’s got issues!” Mo Zichen naturally disliked this young man who had never given him a good look from the start. He had been pampered in the palms of Qi Shi and Mo Qilan since birth, and the pride in his heart made it impossible for him to have a favorable impression of this young man.
Finally, after recovering some strength, he slowly stood up. After waiting a moment longer, he gathered enough strength to step out of the bathtub. But just as one foot touched the ground, the room door was pushed open again. He looked up and saw the young man who had just left walking in carrying a back basket.
“I’ve finished today’s medicinal bath.” Mo Zichen’s heart began to race, and he couldn’t help but speak up.
“I know. This is prepared for you tomorrow. I’ll mix them first.” After saying that, the young man ignored him, dumped all the things from the back basket onto the ground, and started working on them.
Mo Zichen was extremely tired and ignored him, slowly moving his legs bit by bit to the bed, lay down on it, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
“Sleep! After today, it’ll be hard for you to get a good sleep.” The young man sat on the ground with his back to him, his hands not stopping at all, but a extremely eerie smile appeared on his face as he muttered to himself.
Early the next morning, the man in black came to this small room. The young man had almost finished working on the things he brought and was dividing them into categories one by one. Hearing the door open, he raised his eyes, which were filled with bloodshot veins from not sleeping for a day and night, “Master, good morning!”
The man in black looked at him puzzledly. This was the first time he saw him not coming to greet him immediately, and he felt a bit unaccustomed, but he didn’t dwell on it and asked him: “How is today’s medicine preparation going?”
The young man’s hand paused for a moment, then he answered nonchalantly: “It’s already prepared. This subordinate added some other medicines to it; maybe we’ll see results.”
Mo Zichen’s prescription had started to be changed frequently since the third time it was detected that his body had no changes, so the man in black nodded and said: “Then let’s start!”
“Master, let him eat something first. This time’s medicine is more intense; if he can’t hold out, the person will be deposed.”
“Deposed? How deposed?”
“His meridians might all break and turn him into a waste, or he might harm himself because he can’t bear the pain, or he might become extremely weak.” He glanced at the man in black and saw no emotional change in his eyes exposed outside the black cloth, then continued: “Or it might succeed, but it requires him to have strong willpower and sufficient stamina.”
After thinking for a moment, the man in black nodded and said: “Then have someone bring him food.”
The young man lowered his eyelids to hide the madness in his eyes and replied: “Yes, this subordinate will go instruct right away.”
After Mo Zichen finished breakfast as if swallowing medicine and drank a bowl of thick, bitter ginseng soup, he stood trembling beside the bathtub, watching the young man sprinkle medicinal herbs into it one by one.
Only after he nervously soaked into the medicinal liquid did he discover that this time’s medicine was very different from before. It didn’t hurt; instead, a warm current seeped into his body through his pores, making his whole body feel warm and comfortable, so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.
“Hm?” The man in black, who had not left, obviously noticed his difference, raised an eyebrow, and asked: “His reaction is very different from before. Does that mean this time it succeeded?”
The young man shook his head. “It’s too early to say now. We have to wait until after the bath.”
After hearing this, the man in black turned his head and stared unblinkingly at Mo Zichen in the bathtub, completely ignoring the twisted expression on the young man’s face behind him.
After a while, sweat beads appeared on Mo Zichen’s forehead. He started to feel hot, and the temperature of the warm current drilling into his body was much higher than before.
“Ugh~” He endured it for a while but couldn’t hold back. Even clenching his teeth tightly couldn’t stop a muffled groan from spilling from his lips.
“How do you feel? Does it hurt a lot?” Seeing his flushed face and the constantly seeping sweat, the man in black asked in a deep voice.
However, Mo Zichen could no longer answer. Now he only felt like he was suffocating in a furnace, with endless flames burning on his body, making him suffer unbearably. Finally, he couldn’t help but wail.
“What’s going on?” The man in black turned around and glared angrily at the young man as he asked.
“Oh, medicine reaction! Wasn’t it like this before too?” The young man answered indifferently.
