[QTC] MBDT Chapter 1775

“Strange, why hasn’t Young Master Feng gotten up yet?”

Daixiang looked suspiciously toward Young Master Feng’s room.

Xiao Zimo also found it strange. Usually, his teacher would have been up long ago, but today it was already this late, and he was still nowhere to be seen.

“Perhaps the Teacher has gone out. Let’s wait.” Xiao Zimo guessed.

“Okay.”

Since the young master said so, Daixiang naturally didn’t object.

The two sat in the front hall waiting for Feng Lihen to return so they could have their meal together.

As Xiao Zimo’s teacher, if Feng Lihen hadn’t taken his seat, how could the student have taken his seat first?

That would be a great disrespect.

The two of them waited for an hour; the sun outside was high, and the food on the table had long since gone cold.

Daixiang asked, “Young Master, is Young Master Feng out on business?”

Xiao Zimo shook his head; he didn’t know either.

“Why don’t we eat first?” Dai Xiang suggested.

After all, waiting like this wasn’t a solution.

What if he was out on business and wouldn’t return until evening?

They’d be hungry all day.

Xiao Zimo got off the chair: “I’ll go check on the Teacher’s room.”

Daixiang thought it was unlikely: “Young Master Feng shouldn’t be in his room.”

Daixiang knew that martial artists didn’t sleep in, and Young Master Feng’s martial arts were even better than the young master’s; it was highly improbable that he would sleep in.

“I’ll see.”

Xiao Zimo went straight to Feng Lihen’s room and politely knocked on the door.

“Teacher, are you in the room?”

There was no response from inside.

“See? I told you Young Master Feng couldn’t be in the room.” Daixiang said, her conviction growing stronger.

Xiao Zimo didn’t speak, but gently pushed open the door. The two entered the room one after the other, immediately seeing a person lying on the bed.

Xiao Zimo’s face darkened upon seeing this. He hurriedly ran to the bedside.

He reached out to check Feng Lihen’s breath. He was still breathing, which relieved him.

Xiao Zimo then touched his forehead. It wasn’t hot, ruling out a high fever.

He took Feng Lihen’s hand and took his pulse. It was strong and vigorous, full of life, showing no signs of illness or weakness.

Xiao Zimo tentatively called out, “Teacher, Teacher.”

The person on the bed lay motionless, seemingly unconscious.

“Teacher, Teacher.”

Xiao Zimo called several times, but the person on the bed did not respond.

Daixiang asked worriedly, “Young Master, what illness has Young Master Feng contracted? Has his old injury flared up again?”

Xiao Zimo shook his head, unable to answer.

There wasn’t a single sign of illness on him.

This situation was too strange.

“Could it be poisoning?” Daixiang recalled the story Bei Yutang had told them before.

Xiao Zimo said confidently, “It’s not poisoning. A poisoned person’s pulse wouldn’t be so calm. It’s more like—”

His voice trailed off.

“What is it?” Daixiang asked impatiently.

“He’s asleep.”

This answer surprised even Xiao Zimo.

Daixiang stared in astonishment, “Asleep?!?!”

“Judging from the pulse and symptoms alone, he’s asleep.” Xiao Zimo’s fair face scrunched up like a dumpling.

“This…this is impossible.” Daixiang was incredulous.

“Besides that, I can’t see anything wrong.”

This was the first time Xiao Zimo had encountered such strange symptoms.

“Let’s go out. Perhaps the Teacher will wake up in a few hours.”

 

 

 

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