Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 984: Omnipresent (6)

Duan Tang’s hands slid into his pant pockets, his white-clad figure under the bright moonlight seemed gentle as jade.

"Thank you for what happened before," An Yiqing softly said.

Duan Tang knew that An Yiqing was referring to the recent crisis between Xuanjin Pharmaceuticals and the An Family, where her allied powers had all stepped forward. Mu Yun Group was at the forefront of making an example.

Duan Tang shook his head nonchalantly, his eyes seemingly twinkling.

"We’re friends, saying thanks makes it awkward. If you really want to express gratitude, just visit home more often and keep my grandfather company. I haven’t had time recently, and he’s been feeling quite lonely."

An Yiqing slightly furrowed her eyebrows, then suddenly asked.

"Is there trouble with Muyun Society recently?"

"Just a few locusts after autumn, minor issues."

Although Duan Tang’s tone was relaxed, An Yiqing was not a fool. How could it be a minor issue if it kept the Family Head of Muyun Society so busy?

"If there’s trouble, you must tell me. You said it yourself, we’re friends."

Under the moonlight, Duan Tang’s dark eyes flickered slightly, a bitter sadness buried deep in his eyes, yet a strong sense of warmth surfaced.

"Alright, I promise you."

After bidding farewell to Duan Tang, Zhang Yufeng drove An Yiqing away.

Throughout the journey, silent, An Yiqing sat in the back seat, somewhat lost in thought as she watched the bustling traffic outside the window, her mind drifting far away.

She wasn’t foolish, and although she might be slow in matters of the heart, she had gradually begun to understand Duan Tang’s feelings.

She appreciated Duan Tang’s admiration and his sincere intentions, but that was only as far as friendship.

Her heart belonged to Gu Yelin, and she could not take it back.

She wouldn’t promise Duan Tang anything about the next life, for in that life, she still wanted to be with her Ah Lin.

She could see Duan Tang’s kindness; he was like a brother to her. Certainly, An Yiqing would never naively suggest to Duan Tang to be just her brother.

In her heart, apart from Gu Yelin, she could not have more than a friendship with any other man.

For Duan Tang, that gentle and charming man, An Yiqing could only offer an apology. He was her friend, always a friend, and nothing more. There was no confidant, no "blue-confidant," just a friend who had faced life and death with her.

"Xiao Feng, check what’s happened recently with Muyun Society."

"Yes, Miss!"

The following morning, not yet seven o’clock, An Yiqing was abruptly awakened by an urgent phone call.

"Miss, Tianci has been seriously injured!"

An Yiqing immediately woke up, sitting up abruptly from her bed.

"I’m coming right now!"

After hanging up the phone from An Zhifeng, An Yiqing’s face darkened, and she quickly jumped out of bed and into the bathroom.

Feng Tianci, the eldest of the Feng Family Five Brothers, after enduring the harsh training from "Red Thorn," was no longer the weak and incompetent person he once was. His strength had suddenly surged to the Great Achievement Mid-Level.

Previously, An Yiqing had sent the most skilled at surveillance and tracking, the brothers Feng Tianci and Feng Tianbao, to collect information on Shi Yimeng, but she hadn’t expected such a thing to happen!

It didn’t need asking; Feng Tianci’s injuries were most likely caused by Shi Yimeng!

After a brief command, An Yiqing jumped into her car, pressing the accelerator to the floor, and her Audi shot out like an angry cheetah.

At the Thirteen Blood Generals Mansion, normally at this time everyone would be training in the basement. But today, An Zhifeng and the others were all busy in the hall.

Suddenly, the mansion’s front door was fiercely pushed open, and a fierce-looking An Yiqing strode in.

"How is it?!"

"Miss!"

Upon seeing An Yiqing, An Zhifeng hurriedly dropped what he was doing and came to meet her.

"Tianci is in the treatment room now. His injuries are serious, but there is no threat to his life. However..." he paused, seemingly struggling to speak, "Miss, you should go see for yourself."

Anxiety set in An Yiqing’s heart, prompting her not to wait any longer, and she hurried toward the treatment room.

Inside the fully enclosed treatment room, the doctor responsible for treating the Blood Generals and Blood Guards was frantically busy.

Feng Tianci had his eyes tightly shut, his face pale and contorted in pain.

An Yiqing, wearing a sterile suit, pushed the door open and immediately walked towards Feng Tianci without saying a word.

"What happened?"

The doctor treating him was startled, "Senior sister, this guy, uh..."

An Yiqing’s cold eyes glared at the disciple brought back from Medicine Sect, "Speak!"

The "Junior Disciple," now thirty-three years old, was startled and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"His injuries are not severe, and there is no life-threatening danger. But..."

An Yiqing’s heart, which had just settled, surged again.

"But, his... crucial part might have a problem..."

Startled, An Yiqing immediately pushed the junior aside and grasped Feng Tianci’s wrist.

Feng Tianci’s injuries were not severe and not fatal. However, it affected his nerves, causing dysfunction in a certain aspect.

To put it plainly, it was "impotence."

If it were just ordinary impotence, An Yiqing’s disciple wouldn’t be so troubled, because disciples of Medicine Sect were definitely not incompetent doctors.

But Feng Tianci’s injury had affected the nerve’s core, and with this disciple’s current level of Medical Arts, it was not possible to heal him completely safely.

"Senior sister, what should we do now?..."

The thirty-something "Junior Disciple" looked worriedly at An Yiqing, who had a very stern face, fearing that his buddy might truly suffer from impotence for the rest of his life.

An Yiqing gave her junior a profound look, her voice low and serious: "You seem quite concerned about him!"

"Ahem! It’s painful for a man not to function," the junior coughed lightly, his explanation somewhat sheepish.

An Yiqing didn’t respond, still staring at her junior with that profound gaze.

Feeling uneasy under An Yiqing’s peculiar gaze, the junior awkwardly adjusted his black-framed glasses, scratching his neatly combed hair, his pale face blushing slightly.

Watching the expression of her junior change, An Yiqing was somewhat astonished.