Chapter 128: Caring for Qianyin

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At dawn, Elder Xian was the earliest to rise. As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Mo Fan lying on the ground, his eyes wide as copper bells. It had rained all night, yet this fellow had slept here through the entire night. How had he ended up here? Elder Xian recalled that he had deliberately left some medicinal powder here as a precaution. Could it be that the boss’s men were planning to make a move against him? The thought made Elder Xian frown deeply. He was originally a recluse, but now, having come here, he found himself entangled once again in worldly affairs.

What should he do now? Should he inform them and then deal with Mo Fan? He had checked before and found no sign of any poison having been administered. So how did Mo Fan come to be here? The rain had stopped, but the ground was still damp, and the nearby grass was yet to dry. Elder Xian stood beside Mo Fan, trying to lift him with one hand, only to find that Mo Fan was quite a sturdy fellow—he couldn’t be lifted easily.

Meanwhile, inside Mo Fan’s room, Old Master Mo woke up and found his son missing. Furious, he roared and shouted wildly, searching everywhere and turning the Mo household upside down. Just as Old Master Mo was about to head to Elder Xian’s courtyard, he heard his son’s commotion and hurried out to see what was happening.

Old Master Mo had searched many rooms but found no sign of Mo Fan. He was about to inquire at Qian Yin’s room when he noticed the four youngsters—Dong, Nan, Xi, and Bei—gathered at the door, their eyes glaring at him with hostility.

“Have you seen Mo Fan? Has he gone inside?” Old Master Mo asked anxiously, preparing to push past them.

Dong and Bei quickly blocked his way, looking at the frantic Old Master Mo as if he were insane.

“You were guarding your son all night, and now you come running to my sister Qian Yin’s room looking for someone? Are you out of your mind?” Bei spoke bluntly, disregarding what others might think. To him, it was the truth.

Old Master Mo suddenly realized his line of thought was wrong—it would only raise suspicion, especially since Leng Xue had just died not long ago. Such accusations would tarnish Qian Yin’s reputation.

Just then, Elder Mo overheard this and his face darkened. These four youngsters had never been fond of the Mo family. Now he had inadvertently walked into a trap and was facing their blockade.

“Dong, Nan, Xi, Bei, he’s just worried about Mo Fan—that’s why he’s asking like this. Don’t be angry.”

“When my sister Qian Yin was injured, I didn’t question why your Mo family treated her so badly. So what right do you have to question us?” Bei’s eyes glinted with a murderous intent. Since realizing that Qian Yin might never wake up, he had grown to hate these people deeply, wishing he could tear them apart.

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A heavy silence fell. Old Master Mo pursed his lips and dared not speak, for indeed, the Mo family owed Qian Yin too much.

He said nothing and turned to continue his search elsewhere. At this moment, Elder Xian, who had been preparing medicine, walked over and was displeased to find the crowd arguing noisily.

“Don’t you know a patient needs proper rest? What are you all shouting about? Everyone clear out—get lost!” Elder Xian, rarely losing his temper, snapped sharply. Even Old Master Mo dared not argue and returned straight to his study.

The four youngsters said nothing but knocked softly on the door. Inside, Mo Lan had finished washing and had tended to Qian Yin’s grooming as well. Yet Qian Yin’s eyes, never opened, troubled Mo Lan deeply. She had heard the commotion outside but chose not to intervene.

Mo Lan carefully braided Qian Yin’s long, silky hair into two small buns, making her look petite and adorable despite her pale, unblinking face.

Mo Lan opened the door to welcome Elder Xian inside. The four youngsters refused to allow anyone else in—not out of revenge, but because Qian Yin truly needed rest. Early that morning, Mo Lan had called the police chief to request several days off to care for Qian Yin.

The police chief had no choice but to agree, sighing at the recent unrest. Troubles kept mounting, and the villains were growing stronger, making matters difficult to resolve.

An Feng went about his usual work, ignoring the worries. Like before, he observed the officers who had mostly recovered and resumed their training. He noticed Dong’s training had indeed accelerated their progress—these men now moved in unison, suffered fewer injuries during sparring, and maintained longer practice sessions.

This was truly good news, reflecting the effectiveness of their rigorous assassin training. One never knows their own strength until pushed to the limit.

Xiao Qi and Liu Fei were also amazed. Though exhausted the previous day, their stamina had doubled after recovery. Other officers were pleased as well, relieved that today’s drills went smoothly and that An Feng, the great detective, showed no displeasure.

Yet when they saw Mo Lan absent from work, An Feng couldn’t help but worry. He decided to end training for the day.

“That’s enough for today. You all may rest now.”

“Yes, sir.”

The officers, relieved to stop the grueling training, returned to their posts, stretching and attending to routine matters. No special cases had arisen recently.

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Xiao Qi and Liu Fei prepared to patrol, first reporting to the police chief before driving off to the city for their rounds.

An Feng rested his head on the desk, pondering his uncle’s words and how he should apologize. No matter how he thought, he couldn’t pinpoint his mistake, but his uncle’s remarks made him realize his shortcomings.

Without hesitation, An Feng grabbed his coat and car keys and headed out. The other officers dared not say a word, lest they be summoned back for more drills. With no cases at hand, no one objected to An Feng’s brief escape.

The police chief, seeing the men finally spared from training, felt torn—he yearned for their progress but feared losing the precious talent his station had. If An Feng trained like Dong, returning with injuries daily, the chief would be in constant distress.

Sighing, the chief wondered how best to help these men improve at work and handle their duties more effectively.

At the Mo estate, Old Master Mo was busy dealing with the Wang Family Pharmacy’s affairs. He planned to travel to Nanjing again but had no one to accompany him; Dong, Nan, Xi, and Bei refused to pay him any mind.

Old Master Mo finally found Mo Fan in Elder Xian’s courtyard. Without asking questions, he carefully tended to his son’s body.

Elder Xian measured Qian Yin’s temperature. Physically, there was nothing remarkable; it was her mental state that concerned him.

Mo Lan watched nearby, bringing over some medicinal broth. She blew on it, tasted the bitterness on her tongue, and despite the harsh flavor, swallowed it down. Then, with a spoon, she carefully fed small sips to Qian Yin, gently parting her lips.

“Aren’t you going to work? I’ll feed her,” Elder Xian said, preparing to care for his disciple himself. He planned to share the situation with her, hoping she would awaken soon. Otherwise, the four fierce guardians outside would surely cause chaos within the Mo family.