In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me!-Chapter 194: On the Brink of Life and Death

Rong Qinglei did not respond. He simply leaned back against the headboard again and said to Yue Mingxuan with a hint of petulance, "I know that once I wake up I have to drink medicine, but after that I want to eat some preserved fruit. Mingxuan, could you go fetch some for me?"

Yue Mingxuan nodded and turned around to leave.

Seeing how Yue Mingxuan was fierce like a little leopard in front of him, yet as gentle as a lamb before Rong Qinglei, Shang Qinghua felt rather bitter and said, "Prince Qing, is this your intention, to marry Prince Yue as your consort?"

Rong Qinglei nodded and replied, "I’ve had this intention for a long time. The position of my main consort has been vacant, waiting only for Mingxuan to agree. Everything I have, I am willing to share with him."

When Shang Qinghua heard this, he let out a cold laugh and strode out of the room.

Meanwhile, Yue Mingxuan, who had gone to fetch the preserved fruit, had no idea that the two men inside had just engaged in a silent clash without bloodshed.

On his way back from the side hall with the preserved fruit, he saw Shang Qinghua leaning against the wall just outside Rong Qinglei’s bedchamber, his face looks pale.

Yue Mingxuan quickened his steps and went forward. "Prince Shang, what’s wrong with you?"

Seeing that it was Yue Mingxuan, Shang Qinghua did not know why, but a surge of anger rose out of nowhere.

This person loved money so much, and Rong Qinglei controlled Beirong’s finances, if he merely crooked a finger, Yue Mingxuan would surely follow him without hesitation.

"Get lost. I don’t need your concern."

Yue Mingxuan saw that Shang Qinghua’s face was pale and greenish, yet sweat kept pouring down from his forehead.

He immediately realized that the cold poison was acting up again. Regardless of whether Shang Qinghua was willing or not, he stepped forward to support him.

"In your condition, you won’t be able to go back. Lie down in the side hall, I’ll call Gongsun Xing to come over."

Shang Qinghua shoved Yue Mingxuan away. "I told you to get lost. I don’t need your fake kindness."

Hearing this, Yue Mingxuan was so angry that he laughed instead. "The one begging me to treat him is you. The one who came looking for me is also you. And now the one telling me to get lost is still you, Shang Qinghua, do you have split personality disorder or something?"

Shang Qinghua did not know what "split personality disorder" meant, but he could tell it was certainly not a good thing.

The intense pain in the major acupoints throughout his body was like countless small knives, continuously flaying him alive.

His gaze gradually lost focus, and the violent pain made him curl up like a shrimp and collapse to the ground, all traces of the once dashing Prince Shang completely gone.

Seeing Shang Qinghua fall, Yue Mingxuan was startled.

He hurried forward to catch him, but he could not support his weight and was dragged down with him, both of them crashing to the floor.

Even the preserved fruits in his hands scattered everywhere.

Seeing how ferocious this bout of cold poison was, he instinctively checked Shang Qinghua’s pulse, only to find it was a sparrow peck pulse, a pulse that appeared only in those on the brink of death.

This realization instantly threw Yue Mingxuan into panic.

He cradled Shang Qinghua’s head and called out repeatedly,

"Shang Qinghua, Shang Qinghua, how could this happen? Didn’t you say Gongsun Xing had already cured you?"

But Shang Qinghua had already fallen unconscious.

Yue Mingxuan saw that he could not leave him, and there were no palace servants around.

With no other choice, he raised his voice and shouted, "Someone, help! Someone!"

Was there anyone, anyone who could help him, who could save him?

He did not want him to die.

He truly did not want him to die.

Tears slid down Yue Mingxuan’s face, dripping one by one onto Shang Qinghua’s face.

The palace servants who heard his cries hurried over, and what they saw was exactly this scene.

A maid stepped forward and helped Yue Mingxuan up. "Prince Yue... are you alright?"

The maid’s voice pulled Yue Mingxuan’s scattered mind back together.

His voice trembled as he grabbed the maid’s hand in return.

"Go find Miracle Doctor Gonsun and tell him that Yue Mingxuan begs him to save a life."

If there was anyone in the world who could save Shang Qinghua, it had to be Gongsun Xing.

And if even Gongsun Xing could not save him...

Yue Mingxuan did not dare to think any further.

Was this man, who always appeared whenever he was in danger, really going to die?

The maid was in pain from being grabbed so tightly, yet she did not dare struggle free.

Anxiously, she said, "Y-yes, yes, this servant will go right away, but Prince Yue, you need to let go of my hand first."

Yue Mingxuan released the maid’s hand like a wooden puppet and knelt beside Shang Qinghua.

At this point, what was there left for him not to understand?

Shang Qinghua’s illness had never truly been cured.

For a sparrow peck pulse, one of the ten deadly pulses to appear, he must have used some secret technique to stimulate his acupoints.

Yue Mingxuan reached out and felt around Shang Qinghua’s major acupoints, and sure enough, he felt silver needles that had already been partially forced out under the pressure of internal energy.

This bastard, this bastard...

Yue Mingxuan’s hands trembled as he wanted to pull out the silver needles, yet he did not dare to do so.

He was afraid that the moment the needles were removed, the last breath Shang Qinghua was barely holding onto would disperse completely.

When Gongsun Xing arrived, what he saw was precisely this scene.

Upon seeing him, Yue Mingxuan clutched the hem of his robe as if he had seen a savior.