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What had happened?

Yu Xiheng did not elaborate further. He sat cross-legged, placing his hands on Si Fuqing’s back, and began to heal her injuries.

The so-called transmission of power in martial arts dramas did have a basis, although it was not as mystical as portrayed.

However, the secret tome detailing this power had been lost.

Nowadays, very few people knew this art.

After a while, the color slowly returned to Si Fuqing’s lips.

Yu Xiheng checked her pulse; her heartbeat was nearly undetectable.

He composed himself and spoke slowly, “Go to the Southern State to fetch someone.”

Feng San immediately ran out and started up an aircraft made by the Mo family.

In just two hours, the supreme elder of the Miracle Doctor Alliance was brought before Yu Xiheng.

Without waiting for Yu Xiheng to speak, the supreme elder immediately began examining Si Fuqing.

After the examination, Yu Xiheng looked up and asked, “How is she?”

“We need these herbs, and then administer them to this young lady…” The supreme elder hurriedly listed the names of the herbs, while the attendants picked them.

Once the medicine was prepared, they found it impossible to administer.

Even in unconsciousness, Si Fuqing’s body had its own defensive mechanism.

Yuejian was also frantic.

She was indeed a psychic evolved being.

If it had been anyone else lying here, she could have directly invaded their brain and communicated via brainwaves.

But against Si Fuqing, she was powerless.

Although her junior sister’s evolved abilities were only at Class B, she could not invade either.

Yu Xiheng did not put down the medicine bowl.

After a silence of three seconds, he slowly lifted his hand and took a sip himself.

Then he bent down, and lip to lip, he gently passed the medicine to her.

His movements were gentle, yet they reflected his own assertive and forceful style.

He took a sip, and fed her a sip.

Until he had fed her the entire bowl of medicine.

Yuejian stood frozen in place, lost for words.

She did not know how she managed to walk out, but she felt that her presence was not needed here.

With a clear “ding” sound, Yu Xiheng set down the bowl.

He wiped his lips, then called the supreme elder back in and asked, “Will there be any side effects?”

“It’s hard to say,” the supreme elder wiped his sweat, “It affected her heart. It depends on her own healing abilities, but her self-healing is strong, Mr. Yu need not worry too much.”

Yu Xiheng lightly tapped the table and ordered Feng San in a calm voice, “Go to the Evolved Alliance and bring anyone useful.”

**

Si Fuqing slept for a long time.

And she had a very long dream.

As a Master of Yin-Yang and a doctor, she could control herself to not dream.

Dreams reflected reality and could effortlessly expose her vulnerabilities.

Whenever she dreamt, she would see Ye Wanlan.

This time was no exception.

The vortex engulfed Ye Wanlan, and she couldn’t grasp her.

“Sister!”

But just then, the darkness dispersed, and she saw another face.

He reached out to her, his voice firm, “I’ll take you home.”

Si Fuqing suddenly opened her eyes, her forehead slick with sweat.

A voice fell, “You’re awake.”

The dream and reality overlapped for a moment, and Si Fuqing couldn’t immediately tell if she was still dreaming.

She reached out and poked his face; the man’s features became clearer.

Oh no.

It was real.

Si Fuqing took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

Her voice was hoarse from waking, “Boss, how long did I sleep?”

Yu Xiheng looked down at her, his voice soft, “Three days.”

“That’s not too bad,” Si Fuqing said, supporting her head, “Shorter than I expected.”

The evolved ability to replicate any ability sounded miraculous, but it had many limitations.

She couldn’t replicate the abilities of evolved beings who were at a higher level than herself.

Her aftereffects were indeed not minor.

Si Fuqing lowered her head, “Boss, I’ve troubled you again, I’ll work hard.”

“Trouble? It is trouble,” Yu Xiheng’s expression was calm, “When will you start taking care of your health first? Don’t tell me you’re a doctor and know your condition.”

Si Fuqing was silenced.

She meekly admitted her fault, “Sorry.”

“Apologizing to me?” Yu Xiheng closed his eyes, “I don’t know what you’re thinking. Rest now, and talk to me when you’re ready.”

He got up to leave, but his robe was tugged.

She held onto him, her eyes misty like a fox’s, “Boss, will you teach me?”

Yu Xiheng sighed, “Rest now, I’m not angry.”