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"Wait, Xiaohua, let's not discuss that for now." Wei Wuxian approached me with a serious expression and asked in a low voice, "I want to know, is your condition something you were born with?"
"Huh?" I cautiously looked at the three of them, who all appeared unusually grave, and I couldn't shake off a sense of foreboding. "Um... is there something wrong?"
"Xiaohua, if you were to sustain a fatal injury today, would you still be able to recover after a good sleep? But if your injuries were truly severe, how would you determine whether you were unconscious from the injury or simply asleep? Or do you mean to say that even if you were unconscious, you could still heal on your own?" Wei Wuxian asked.
Uh-oh, what a sharp question...
"Well... I'm sorry, I've never been seriously injured, so I'm not really sure..." I mumbled, feeling a bit flustered.
Is this what they call telling one lie and needing more lies to cover it up?
Should I take this opportunity to directly reveal that I can use the Healing Spell? But if I admit it now, wouldn't yesterday's pain have been for nothing? It would all have been an act!
Hmm... this is quite the dilemma...
Wei Wuxian furrowed his brow in thought for a moment. "Does Master Song know about this?"
I recalled and timidly replied, "Um... A Qing knows." After all, I had never been injured in front of Song Lan.
"Is it only Ms. A-Qing who knows?" Wei Wuxian confirmed again.
"Yes." I nodded firmly.
Wei Wuxian looked irritated as he raked his fingers through his hair and muttered to himself, "What kind of hot potato has Song Zichen thrown into our laps..."
"Hanguang Jun, this matter is serious..." Lan Huaisu said solemnly from the side.
Upon hearing this, Wei Wuxian immediately turned to exchange glances with Lan Wangji.
"Huaisu, this must be kept confidential; it must not be leaked," Lan Wangji said gravely.
"This is nature," Lan Huaisu said with a bitter smile. "After all, if something were to happen, it could bring disaster to the entire Yunshen Buzhichu."
Wei Wuxian crouched down to look at me, who was still confused, and gently took my hand.
"Little Flower, listen carefully. Regarding your condition, apart from us here, you must not let anyone else know, not even your closest friends. Do you understand?"
"Uh?" I looked back at him, still unsure of the situation. "Can I ask what this is about?"
Wei Wuxian rarely dropped his playful demeanor and spoke seriously. "Your condition is too unique. If others find out, it could lead to life-threatening trouble."
I was taken aback. "Huh? Why?"
"Your self-healing ability is extraordinarily powerful, far beyond the norm. If someone with ill intentions learns of this, they might scheme to possess you for themselves or even use you as materials for alchemy," Lan Huaisu explained calmly. "Not to mention what those who have gone mad in their pursuit of immortality might do; even I feel an urge to capture you for research."
"Huaisu," Lan Wangji called out softly, his tone carrying a warning.
"I know, I’m just thinking about it. I won’t actually do anything out of line," Lan Huaisu said with a faint smile, raising three fingers in a vow.
After hearing this, I was left speechless.
"This is really…"
My mind was in chaos. How did things escalate beyond my expectations? Should I continue to hide the Healing Spell or admit it directly?
Oh no, I couldn't figure it out; it felt like neither option would end well...
In that case, I might as well endure it for now and take it one step at a time!
"So, Little Flower, to keep things under wraps, you'll have to pretend to be sick and stay in your room for the next three days," Wei Wuxian suddenly said.
"Ah?" I was suddenly taken aback.
"After all, a performance needs to be convincing!" Wei Wuxian said with a playful smile. "Let me think... Let's say you were overly confident, which led to your injury worsening and causing a fever, so it's not suitable for you to meet anyone today!"
"Uh..." I was at a loss for words.
"Come on, Ms. Wei, if we want to keep this under wraps, let me help you re-bandage that shoulder," Lan Huaisu said as he led me behind the screen again. He took out a clean cloth that he had prepared and seriously began to re-wrap my left shoulder.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Mian Fei, are you up? I'm bringing your breakfast... Oh! Hanguang Jun! Senior Wei!"
Huh? It was Qi Wei. I thought Lan Wangji had informed her not to come, which was why Wei Wuxian had used the paper figure to wake me up. But it turned out otherwise.
From the looks of it, she must have gone to the Dining Hall first to get my meal, which is why she arrived later today.
"Oh, good morning! I remember you are... Miss Qi, right? You're quite enthusiastic!" Wei Wuxian greeted her casually with a smile. "Alas, little flower had a high fever last night and is still feeling groggy..."
What a bold lie! I was astonished behind the screen while Lan Huaisu chuckled as he continued bandaging me.
"Huh? Mian Fei has a fever? But she clearly said yesterday that she would be fine..."
"Well, what can we do? Little flower is just too stubborn; she won't listen until she suffers firsthand. So it's better not to be overly confident," Wei Wuxian said as he took the food tray from her hands. "From the looks of it, she probably won't be getting out of bed today. You should head back for now and let her rest properly without any disturbances."
"Then I'll bring her medicine later!" Qi Wei suggested.
"Oh, no need to worry; we'll take care of her today! You can look after her tomorrow once she's feeling better," Wei Wuxian said with an easy smile.
"Um... alright..." Qi Wei glanced worriedly at the screen before obediently taking her leave.
"Hey, Xiaohua, it seems you've made some friends after all. Not bad!" Wei Wuxian placed his plate on the table and casually grabbed an apple from it, taking a bite. "It shows that you’re not completely incapable of socializing. This is a good sign; Master Song should be relieved."
"Wasn't it Hanguang Jun who instructed this?" After finishing my bandaging, I stepped out from behind the screen and looked at Lan Wangji in confusion.
Lan Wangji shook his head calmly.
"While it’s true that during your period of unconsciousness, Lan Zhan did ask her to take care of you, we haven’t interfered with anything since you started attending classes," Wei Wuxian explained with a grin.
Is that so? I couldn't help but feel puzzled. After all, I had always thought that Qi Wei was obliged to look after me because of Hanguang Jun's orders.
Friends... honestly, this word felt too foreign to me now, leaving me momentarily unsure of how to react.
"By the way, Ms. Wei, what about that blood-stained garment from yesterday? Could I borrow it for a bit?" Lan Huaisu suddenly spoke up. "Although I'd prefer to take some blood directly from you for my research, I doubt these two would agree to that. At least let me extract the residual blood from the garment, right?"
"Uh... I'm sorry, but Xiao Chun already took it away to throw it out yesterday. It's not with me anymore," I replied apologetically. It's unfortunate, but whether fresh blood or residual blood, I doubt you'd find any useful results; it would just be a waste of effort.
"What? You threw it away!" He looked stunned and wide-eyed. "This... I'm sorry, Hanguang Jun, young master Wei. Since Ms. Wei is no longer in danger, I'll take my leave!" With that, he turned and hurried away. "I hope I'm not too late..."
As I watched Lan Huaisu's disappearing figure, Wei Wuxian remarked coolly, "I wonder if Lan Zhan considers this 'running too fast'?"
"...Not quite," Lan Wangji replied calmly.
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