Chapter 564: Inseparable Smoke and Alcohol
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Due to the grievous severity of Ye Zhiqiu's injuries, he fell into a coma immediately after handing over the two evil spirits to Yang Haoran, unable to utter a single word.
This scene left Yang Haoran both astonished and perplexed. Without hesitation, he immediately brought Ye Zhiqiu to Feng Xiao, lest any delay worsen his injuries.
In the underground infirmary, Feng Xiao meticulously examined Ye Zhiqiu's injuries, while Yang Haoran stood quietly by her side. He remained silent, not wishing to disturb her, as he awaited her findings.
Moments later, Feng Xiao ceased her examination of Ye Zhiqiu's body. She seemed to have a complete grasp of his injuries. Instead of administering injections, IV drips, or performing surgery as a typical hospital would, she directly fetched a small bottle of medicinal liquid and fed it to Ye Zhiqiu, then walked over to Yang Haoran's side.
"Brother Yang, Brother Ye's injuries are quite severe, but you needn't worry. He'll regain consciousness in mere minutes at most. However, a full recovery will likely still take several days," Feng Xiao stated.
Yang Haoran was well aware of the gravity of Ye Zhiqiu's injuries; Feng Xiao didn't even need to speak of it.
However, understanding the severity was one thing; effectively treating it was another entirely. In this regard, Feng Xiao, as a Pharmacist, was naturally countless times more professional than he.
In his estimation, given the severity of Ye Zhiqiu's wounds, if he were to rely solely on his body's natural healing without any medication, a full recovery would be utterly impossible within several months.
Yet, Feng Xiao had merely given Ye Zhiqiu a single bottle of medicinal liquid and told Yang Haoran that he would awaken shortly and make a full recovery in just a few days. How could this not astound him?
Beyond his astonishment, his heart also filled with emotion and a sense of good fortune.
Ma Yuanjin cherished a bottle of healing medicinal liquid as if it were a priceless treasure. Yet, here he was, with Feng Xiao, a Pharmacist, assisting him. The medicinal liquids she concocted, while not to be drunk casually, were certainly not viewed as priceless treasures like Ma Yuanjin's. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh with deep emotion.
His sense of good fortune stemmed from Feng Xiao's innocent nature. She was utterly unaware of the complexities of the outside world, or the depths of human malice. If Feng Xiao had known these things, whether he could have recruited her, a Pharmacist, back then would have been an unknown. Had she not wished to follow him, it would have been an immense loss, both for him personally and for his team.
The sheer impact of a Pharmacist could be seen, even if only a tip of the iceberg, in this very moment. Without Feng Xiao, Ye Zhiqiu would have required at least several months to recover. But with Feng Xiao, a Pharmacist, present, those months had been forcefully condensed into mere days. The immense power of a Pharmacist was thus evident.
Yang Haoran harbored no doubts about the veracity of Feng Xiao's words. Because of her pure-hearted nature, she spoke whatever was on her mind and would never intentionally deceive him. If she said Ye Zhiqiu would recover in a few days, then it was absolutely true.
Only after learning that Ye Zhiqiu would recover in a few days did a faint smile finally appear on Yang Haoran's face.
"You've worked hard," Yang Haoran said with a smile.
"Brother Yang, you're too polite. The medicinal liquids are all prepared in advance; I merely fed them to Brother Ye. There's nothing hard about that," Feng Xiao replied with a chuckle.
"Heh heh, concocting medicinal liquids also requires effort. I'll take care of things here; you go on and attend to your work," Yang Haoran chuckled.
Feng Xiao nodded, then left the infirmary and returned to the medicine research lab. Her fondness for alchemy and the study of various medicines could no longer be described merely as passion; it was utter obsession. Ever since she came back here with Yang Haoran, she had spent virtually her entire days immersed in the lab. Thus, having resolved Ye Zhiqiu's issue, she immediately returned to her research.
Watching Feng Xiao depart, Yang Haoran only retracted his gaze once her figure vanished from sight. Then, he turned to look at Ye Zhiqiu, who lay on the infirmary bed.
Just as Feng Xiao had stated, a few minutes later, the unconscious Ye Zhiqiu indeed awoke. Though his breathing remained very weak, his condition had already vastly improved compared to when he was first brought in.
Furthermore, having ingested the medicinal liquid concocted by Feng Xiao, his body was now repairing itself at a remarkably rapid pace. Not only could he feel this, but Yang Haoran, standing nearby, could also sense it.
"How are you feeling? Any better? " Yang Haoran asked, a faint smile on his face, as he looked at Ye Zhiqiu lying on the infirmary bed.
In a sense, Yang Haoran's question was no different from idle chatter. After all, if Ye Zhiqiu hadn't felt better, he wouldn't have regained consciousness from his coma.
However, the reason he still asked was merely to express his concern for Ye Zhiqiu.
Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath, struggled to sit up from the bed, then nodded at Yang Haoran and said, "I feel much better."
As he spoke, a flash of light emanated from Ye Zhiqiu's hand, and a pack of cigarettes appeared within his grasp. Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately pulled a cigarette from the pack and placed it between his lips.
"Smoking right after waking up? Why not let your body recover a bit first? " Yang Haoran asked with a chuckle.
Ye Zhiqiu did not halt his actions at Yang Haoran's words. As if he hadn't heard Yang Haoran at all, he lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep drag, then offered the pack to Yang Haoran.
"Want one? " Ye Zhiqiu asked, his voice still very weak.
The smile on Yang Haoran's face deepened a few shades. He neither refused nor continued to dissuade Ye Zhiqiu. Instead, he took a cigarette, plucked one from the pack for himself, lit it, and then returned the pack to Ye Zhiqiu.
Although he thought it wasn't ideal for Ye Zhiqiu to smoke at that moment, such an action wouldn't be fatal, so Yang Haoran did not press the issue further.
Moreover, he knew perfectly well that even if he continued to remonstrate, Ye Zhiqiu wouldn't pay him any mind. Thus, he simply ceased his efforts and, on a whim, lit one up himself.
Fortunately, this underground infirmary was Yang Haoran's private domain, and each ward was isolated. Not to mention there were no other patients in other wards, even if there were, their actions wouldn't disturb them.
However, if they were in an ordinary hospital outside, their current behavior would surely earn them the hatred of others, if not a beating to death.
The two of them each took several drags from their cigarettes, and for a moment, the infirmary was wreathed in smoke. Only then did Yang Haoran ask Ye Zhiqiu with a smile, "How did you end up in such a sorry state this time?"
"Don't even mention it. I almost lost my life there this time," Ye Zhiqiu said, taking another puff of his cigarette.
Yang Haoran maintained his smile, refraining from pressing further, and simply waited for Ye Zhiqiu to continue.
However, Ye Zhiqiu did not elaborate. Instead, he pulled out the liquor flask containing white liquor from his personal storage space once more. It seemed that now that he had recovered a bit, he wanted a few mouthfuls.
Opening the flask, Ye Zhiqiu lifted it to his lips, but not a single drop of liquor poured out. The flask was completely empty.
Ye Zhiqiu was greatly disappointed, and his gaze turned to Yang Haoran.
Seeing Ye Zhiqiu's gaze fall upon him, a wry smile appeared on Yang Haoran's face. Although Ye Zhiqiu hadn't uttered a word, Yang Haoran knew perfectly well what the fellow was implying.
"Give it to me," Yang Haoran said to Ye Zhiqiu.
Ye Zhiqiu wasted no words and simply tossed the flask to Yang Haoran.
With a flick of his wrist, Yang Haoran caught the flask, then said, "Wait for me."
As his words fell, Yang Haoran turned and departed. Moments later, he returned to Ye Zhiqiu's ward and tossed the flask in his hand to Ye Zhiqiu on the infirmary bed.
"Catch."
Ye Zhiqiu snatched the flask from the air, then eagerly uncorked it and took a sniff, a look of pure enjoyment spreading across his face.
"Excellent liquor," Ye Zhiqiu exclaimed in praise, then couldn't help but tilt his head back and take a large swig.
"All the liquor at home was procured by Old Master Wu; there's certainly no inferior stuff, only the good kind. If you like drinking, you can stock up on more in your personal storage space," Yang Haoran said with a smile.
"I've stocked up quite a bit, but alas, no matter how much, it's never enough," Ye Zhiqiu replied. No sooner had his words faded than he tilted his head back and took another large swig.
"You've had your smoke, and you're having your drink. Now, tell me, what exactly happened this time? How did you nearly lose your life? " Yang Haoran asked with a chuckle.
Ye Zhiqiu did not conceal anything. As he continued to drink, he began recounting the detailed course of his journey to Yang Haoran. Night God Under the Moonlight
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