As a Mystic Doctor, Wei Zhongyuan is acutely aware of his physical condition; merely relying on glucose infusion and antibiotics wouldn’t have much effect, given the injuries caused by fighting talisman.

Even with Xuan Talisman treatment, ordinary Mystic Doctors can’t craft Xuan Talismans capable of healing him. He himself undoubtedly can, but now he can’t even sit up straight, and his spirit is severely damaged. He can only hold on and await rescue.

I wonder how Little Rui is doing now...

During the escape, he unexpectedly learned of Little Rui’s disappearance, and he’s very worried. Truthfully, letting the child escape alone was a reluctant act. If possible, he would never let a mere few-year-old face such dangers outside.

But at that time, he had no choice but to distract those people to open a path for Luo Yirui’s survival.

However, Luo Yirui’s parents are extraordinary figures. As long as Luo Yirui can buy himself time, he will certainly be able to wait for rescue from his parents.

Thinking of this, Wei Zhongyuan’s mind flashes with that unparalleled figure.

The message has been sent out; she knows about his current situation. Will she come...

He believes she would definitely come because both Jiang Mingzhong and Desan’s disappearance led her to personally intervene. The people of Qingyu are extremely important to her.

He is just like them, holding the same position in her heart.

Yet Wei Zhongyuan can’t help but greedily hope he holds a slightly different, more significant place in her heart.

Wei Zhongyuan drifted off to sleep, unaware that his body temperature had reached a feverish forty degrees, startling the young nurse.

Wei Zhongyuan remained unconscious, occasionally hearing the chaotic sounds nearby, seeming like resuscitation efforts, but he couldn’t hear clearly, sensing as if he were in an emergency room.

Can’t wait for her, can I...

He knows the state of his body well; likely, he really won’t endure until rescue arrives. These township health centers simply can’t provide any remedy.

Now his only hope is just to see her once more before he dies!

Wei Zhongyuan feels as though he’s lying on the brink of an abyss, sinking uncontrollably, and the light he longs for will ultimately never appear.

At this moment, a warm sensation suddenly spreads through his body; his slightly cold body instantly warms up.

"Wei Zhongyuan!"

He hears a voice tinged with slight anger—the voice he’s been longing for.

She’s angry...

With warmth in his body, he seems to be able to feel his physical presence again, and the extreme suffocation appears to have eased; finally, he can breathe air.

Feeling these sensations, he quickly becomes aware of the delicate, soft fingers gently massaging his throat to aid swallowing...this technique, it’s really her!

"Is your will to survive so weak! You must gather your spirit yourself!"

The alluring voice continuously speaks, making Wei Zhongyuan feel like a person dying of thirst in a desert, desperate to hear more, not wanting to miss a single word.

Your will to survive is weak...

He was just holding on, hoping to endure until she arrived, but he really couldn’t hold on anymore.

"Wei Zhongyuan! Gather your spirit! Don’t let my efforts be in vain; you still owe me a life!" Beisitian’s voice of slight anger echoes again.