Ye Moyan's body is obviously very weak. Are the three auras in his body due to his special bloodline?
Ling Xuewei knew that Ye Moyan was in poor health and would have attacks every full moon. What Ling Xuewei didn't expect was that Ye Moyan's body had become so serious that it even collided with the spiritual energy in his body, so that he was now in this state.
So weak?
If he were an ordinary monk, he might not be able to hold on in this situation for a long time. Ye Moyan's ability to hold on until now has nothing to do with his strong cultivation, but it is not an option to continue like this for a long time.
Ye Moyan's bloodline destined him to be unable to completely eradicate these three auras, so the only way was to transform these auras into his own spiritual energy. In this way, not only would they not harm the body, but they would also become a great help.
It stands to reason that Ye Moyan should be very clear about the condition of his body, otherwise he would not have cultivated to such a powerful level under the obstruction of the evil spirit. So what is going on now?
"What are you doing?" Ye Moyan stared at Ling Xuewei.
"What?"
Ling Xuewei was startled by the sudden sound and raised her head to meet Ye Moyan's slightly dissatisfied gaze.
"Are you distracted in front of me?" Ye Moyan's voice carried a hint of danger.
Ling Xuewei shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, I was just thinking about something..."
"Oh? What are you thinking about?" Ye Moyan raised his eyebrows.
Ling Xuewei pursed her lips and said, "Your Majesty is very weak now, did you know?"
Ye Moyan wiped his mouth gracefully with a handkerchief, "So?"
"So you'd better rest peacefully and don't be too overworked on weekdays." Ling Xuewei advised carefully, "I know that His Majesty is very busy with government affairs on weekdays, but now the three streams of air in your body are constantly colliding with your muscles and internal organs. If this continues,
I’m afraid it’s not good.”
Ling Xuewei glanced at Ye Moyan hesitantly, "If your majesty believes in me, I can prepare some tranquilizing medicine for you. After you feel better, I will try to remove the evil spirit from your body. Although it cannot be completely eradicated, it can be
Suppress it for the time being. If you can find a way to convert the evil spirit into spiritual energy, maybe you can get better..."
Ling Xuewei tried her best to convince Ye Moyan, thinking that if Ye Moyan continued to disagree, she would consider using her identity as a medical saint.
"Okay." Ye Moyan said a word lightly to interrupt Ling Xuewei's words.
"...Wha, what?"
Ling Xuewei was stunned for a moment, eyes widening in disbelief.
"I said, okay." Ye Moyan calmly put down the spoon and stood up gracefully, "From now on, you will be my personal attendant."
"Personal attendant?! Why?" Ling Xuewei was dumbfounded.
She just wanted to treat Ye Moyan, why did she suddenly become a servant?
Or is it ‘close-fitting’?
Where did Ye Moyan sing?
"Didn't you say you wanted to cure me? If you don't serve me personally, how can you know my condition? How can you prescribe medicine?" Ye Moyan asked several questions in succession.
"But..." Ling Xuewei wanted to refute, but for a while she couldn't find a reason.
"If you don't agree, then forget it." Ye Moyan waved his hand.
"No, no, I agree! I agree!"
Ling Xuewei didn't have time to think carefully. She just wanted to cure Ye Moyan's body quickly. She was afraid that if she hesitated for a moment, Ye Moyan would regret it.
"Well, starting from today, you will move to the dormitory to be ready to treat me at any time." Ye Moyan ordered.