Chapter 71: Almost Strangled to Death by a Madman

Madman?

Langya turned his head suspiciously and looked at Wen Jin lying on the bed, "Him?"

Who else could it be?

"Such a weak person, who has overdrawn his physical strength to the limit, can actually subdue you?" Langya frowned, "Are you so useless?"

Ji Weiyu was so angry that he jumped up: "My Highness the Son of God has been weak recently, and if he hadn't suddenly attacked, how could I not be his opponent?"

Yan Qing held the teacup in his hand, turned his head and looked out the window, turning a deaf ear to the childish argument between the two.

Langya walked to the bed to feel Wen Jin's pulse. When he was about to reach out, the young man who was lying unconscious on the bed suddenly jumped up, as if he was in a last gasp, and raised his hand to pinch Langya's neck.

The genius doctor was caught off guard and was pinched. He looked up and met Wen Jin's cold eyes, and shuddered.

He grabbed Wen Jin's hand, making a howling sound in his throat, trying to express his kindness, but Wen Jin's five fingers exerted force little by little, as if to break his neck.

Yan Ting heard the movement, turned his head to look at the scene in front of the bed, and said lightly: "Wen Jin, let go."

Wen Jin stopped moving at once, then slowly let go of his hand and fainted again.

The hall seemed to be quiet in an instant.

Langya rubbed his almost broken neck and swallowed his saliva. For the first time, he felt so close to death.

He looked up at the unconscious man on the bed. He was so weak and tired, and looked like he would die at any time, but why did he exert so much strength?

If it weren't for the sharp pain in his neck, he would doubt whether he was dreaming about the scene just now.

"I'm so useless?" Ji Weiyu laughed mercilessly, "Who is useless now? Isn't Young Master Langya good at using poison? Why didn't you poison him to death just now?"

Langya bent over and coughed. After a long while, he felt that his breathing was smoother and tried to make a sound: "I..."

The voice was a little hoarse, and his throat hurt a little when he spoke.

Langya couldn't help but want to walk away.

Who did he offend? Wen Jin obviously had nothing to do with him. He, a genius doctor, condescended to take his pulse. It would be fine if he was not grateful, but he almost died in his hands.

Is there any place to complain?

Yan Qing put down the teacup, got up and walked over, looking at Wen Jin lying on the bed: "How is he?"

"He shouldn't die." Langya said, "Your Highness saw the pinch he made just now."

Yan Qing hummed, and he did see it.

Langya said in a dissatisfied tone: "Your Highness, throw him away. This man has a violent temper, which is completely opposite to his appearance."

A gentle and jade-like nobleman?

What a joke.

It's more like saying that he is a violent and cruel wolf.

Yan Qing didn't say anything, his eyes fell on Wen Jin's face. In addition to being pale, tired, haggard, and shadowy, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Okay, it's really amazing that he can make himself look like this in just a few days.

"It's nothing serious." Langya was a little unfair, but he still took a closer look at Wen Jin's complexion.

This time he learned a lesson and dared only to use his eyes to see, and didn't dare to take his pulse again. After a careful examination for a while, Langya finally came to a conclusion: "Let him sleep. Sleep for three days and three nights, and all symptoms will disappear."

Even if it's an iron body, it can't stand seven or eight days of sleepless and running all the way.

Yan Qing hummed: "Pour a glass of water."

Ji Weiyu and Langya looked at each other.

"I'm a genius doctor, not a servant." Langya said to Ji Weiyu, "and this is in your house, you should do it."

"You mean, I'm a servant?"

"I didn't say that." Langya smiled casually, turned and walked out, "I'm tired after rushing all the way here, I'm going to rest now, don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

Ji Weiyu stared at his back with hatred, turned around and poured water.

Walking to the bed with the water, Ji Weiyu really wanted to splash the water on his face. He was so ugly and had no temperament at all. Where was there a little bit of his Highness's care?

The more Ji Weiyu looked at him, the more unbalanced he became, and he wanted to throw him out of the Fengwang Mansion immediately.

"What for?" Yan Qing took the water and saw that he looked unkind, "Want to kill him?"

Ji Weiyu was silent for a moment and nodded: "What's good about him?"

"He's nothing good." Yan Qing said in a light tone, "So what?"

Ji Weiyu was silent, and didn't know how to respond for a while.

Although he wanted to say that since there was nothing good, then just kill him, it wouldn't be a pity anyway.

But His Highness actually took care of him personally.

Ji Weiyu actually didn't want to admit that Yan Qing's words just now seemed to imply that he was nothing good, but he belonged to this palace, and no one else could touch him.

Yan Qing bent down to feed Wen Jin some water. Although he didn't drink as much as he spilled, it was better than nothing.

After feeding half a cup, Yan Qing put down the teacup, wiped his cheeks, chin and neck with a handkerchief, and then turned around and walked to the window and sat down again.

"You go to rest first." She said casually, "Go to the palace early tomorrow morning."

Ji Weiyu didn't want to rest, and didn't want His Highness to guard Wen Jin alone.

He must have done it on purpose, deliberately making himself so embarrassed, wanting His Highness to feel sorry for him and take care of him.

Ji Weiyu thought coldly, his eyes fell towards the direction of the inner hall, and he really wanted to throw him out.

Why should his bedroom and his bed be given to a stinky man who was not related to him?

The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became. Ji Weiyu walked aside and sat down opposite Yan Qing: "Your Highness, go and rest. I'll stay here to guard him."

Yan Qing looked at her playfully: "While I'm resting, you can kill him?"

"No." Ji Weiyu shook her head quickly, "The Son of God should do more good deeds and will not take the initiative to kill people."

Yan Qing sneered.

"How about I arrange two maids to take care of him." Ji Weiyu frowned, "Your Highness doesn't need to do it yourself-"

"There's nothing that I need to do myself." Yan Qing interrupted him, "I'll stay here and rest. You should also go and rest. There's still work to do tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, Ji Weiyu knew that she couldn't change her decision, so she stood up reluctantly: "Then if your Highness needs anything, you can call me."

Yan Qing hummed and leaned leisurely on the brocade couch.

Although Ji Weiyu was reluctant, she turned around and walked out.

As the night deepened, Yan Qing quietly flipped through the book, and did not go to the inner hall to check on or take care of Wen Jin.

Because it was unnecessary.

People who are extremely tired just need to rest well, and need a deep sleep without being disturbed.

As for after waking up...

Yan Qing turned her eyes slightly and fell to the dark window, with a deep and cold look in her eyes.

She might need to settle the account with him for not being obedient.