vstars Chapter 307 Murong Yi Arrives at the Fifth Prince's Mansion
Chapter 307 Murong Yi Arrives at the Fifth Prince's Mansion
Murong Han returned to the room and gently closed the door behind him, instantly dimming the light inside.
He dragged his slightly heavy steps to the bedside, slowly sat down, his hands unconsciously supporting him on the edge of the bed, staring blankly ahead, lost in deep thought.
Suddenly, an unbearable itch assaulted his back, causing him to furrow his brows instantly and reveal a pained expression. He quickly reached behind him and scratched vigorously, his arm twisted at an unnatural angle, his fingertips seemingly digging into his flesh.
His body trembled slightly with the scratching motion, and he muttered to himself, "Damn it, I was exposed to the wind for so long, and my old ailment has flared up again. Ah~ itchy!" His voice was full of frustration and helplessness, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead due to the sudden discomfort.
The intense itching on Murong Han's back surged like a tidal wave, nearly driving him to the brink of collapse. He scratched frantically, his nails scraping against his clothes, while screaming at the top of his lungs, his voice growing increasingly desperate: "Help! Someone! Quick, get a doctor!"
The shouts, filled with unbearable pain and anxiety, echoed in the empty room.
Chen Yulian was walking hurriedly down the corridor when she suddenly heard Murong Han's shout. Her face turned deathly pale, and her eyes were filled with panic and worry.
She ran like the wind towards Murong Han's room, oblivious to the fact that her skirt got caught on a pillar. Even the sound of tearing fabric when she yanked hard didn't stop her.
As soon as she rushed into the room, Chen Yulian saw Murong Han writhing in pain, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, looking extremely distressed.
Her eyes instantly reddened. She strode forward, firmly supporting Murong Han with both hands, gently but firmly helping him sit down. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Your Highness, your old ailment has flared up again. Please don't worry, I'll go find a doctor right away!"
Having said that, she quickly turned around and shouted loudly towards the door, "Go quickly and fetch a doctor! The prince's old ailment has flared up again, hurry!"
After calling out, she quickly turned back and gently patted Murong Han's shoulder, trying to comfort him: "Your Highness, please bear with it a little longer, the doctor will be here soon, very soon..." Her eyes never left Murong Han, filled with heartache and concern, and she would anxiously look towards the door from time to time, hoping that the doctor would appear immediately.
Murong Han's features were contorted in agony, veins bulged on his forehead, and cold sweat poured down his temples, wetting his hair.
His body trembled uncontrollably, his hands tearing at the fabric of his clothes, his voice hoarse as he roared, "Ah... this damn itching! It hurts so much! Someone, where's the doctor?!"
The voice seemed to be squeezed from the depths of a throat, filled with endless pain and despair. Every word was twisted by agony, echoing in the empty room, each sound a lament of blood.
A man rushed out in a panic, staggering, to find a doctor, nearly bumping into Murong Yi who was coming from the opposite direction.
Murong Yi, dressed in magnificent robes, stood tall and composed, his face serene. His thoughts interrupted by the sudden collision, he frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing across his face. His gaze, sharp as a blade, pierced the man before him, and he said in a deep voice, "What's wrong? All this panic! What kind of behavior is this!"
The servant's face turned deathly pale instantly, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, his head hitting the ground heavily as he performed a deep bow. His voice trembled with anxiety as he said, "Greetings, Ninth Prince! This servant deserves to die! But the situation is urgent..." As he spoke, his body trembled slightly with tension and anxiety.
Upon hearing this, Murong Yi's eyes flashed with surprise, then her brows furrowed even deeper as she pressed for an answer: "Doctor? What happened?"
The servant dared not raise his head, bowed deeply once more, and said urgently, "Our prince has fallen ill with his old ailment! He is in great pain, and this servant must quickly fetch a doctor to save his life!" As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly got up and ran towards the doctor's house like an arrow released from a bow.
Watching the servant's departing figure, Murong Yi stood still, her expression solemn, her deep eyes slightly narrowed as if deep in thought.
His brow furrowed, various thoughts flashed through his mind, and his doubts about certain things became increasingly clear.
A moment later, he stepped into the Fifth Prince's mansion, his steps steady yet somewhat hurried. His robes fluttered gently with his movements, as if he were carrying some unspeakable purpose. His figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the mansion.