"Sister, his injuries are this severe; how long will it take for him to fully recover?" Zhuge Yishi asked, looking at the unconscious Ye Jingyu...

Zhuge Siyu smiled faintly, extending three slender, delicate fingers...

"Thirty days?" Zhuge Yishi’s expression grew grave. If it took thirty days, wouldn't that delay Ye Jingyu's planned departure for the expedition?

Zhuge Siyu, however, gently shook her head...

"Three days?" Zhuge Yishi’s face lit up with joy, though it was mixed with astonishment. Recovering from such grave injuries in just three days—even with his sister's medical skill, it seemed almost impossible...

After all, saving a life was the physician's skill, but true recovery relied on one's own recuperative power...

Zhuge Siyu nodded, then gestured toward Ye Jingyu's chest...

"Heh, I understand. I’ll leave him in your care, Sister. I’ll go inform his subordinates now so they don't worry themselves sick..." Zhuge Yishi smiled faintly, though relief clearly showed on his face...

Zhuge Siyu nodded back with a smile, her dark eyes flashing a silent reassurance to Zhuge Yishi—rest assured...

Zhuge Yishi said no more, turning and walking out...

Zhuge Siyu sat down, extending her smooth, jade-like, snow-white hands. She gently pulled open the collar of Ye Jingyu's tunic to reveal a clear fist impression stamped across his chest, the flesh deeply caved in. Her brow furrowed slightly...

Such severe trauma would have killed anyone else; only his formidable physique had saved him...

Lifting her right hand, she placed it lightly over Ye Jingyu’s sternum. Closing her eyes briefly, she murmured a silent incantation. Immediately, a milky white light emanated from her palm, illuminating the entire room...

Had Ye Jingyu not been unconscious, he would have cried out in shock. This was the legendary healing art, lost for centuries, which Luo Ruofeng had once mentioned—a supreme, unmatched technique rumored to be capable of regrowing flesh upon bone...

In his slumber, Ye Jingyu felt a stream of warm energy flooding into his body. The medicinal properties he had just consumed were rapidly absorbed by this energy, incessantly mending his internal structure...

Meanwhile, Zhuge Siyu's brow was tightly drawn, beads of sweat constantly forming on her forehead, suggesting the immense strain of the effort...

After an immeasurable period, the milky white radiance slowly dissipated. Ye Jingyu’s deeply indented chest had visibly reformed. However, Zhuge Siyu’s face was deathly pale. After one last glance at the ring hanging around Ye Jingyu’s neck, she simply fainted, collapsing directly onto his chest...

Ye Jingyu awoke again late into the night. The endless starlight and the silvery moonlight streamed through the window, preventing the room from being entirely dark...

Before even opening his eyes, he sensed something heavy resting upon his chest. Slowly, he opened his eyes, using the faint moonlight to make out an exquisitely beautiful face inches from his own...

She was sleeping soundly, her expression serene, like a goddess from a dream...

"Siyu?" Though he enjoyed the comforting presence of the beautiful woman, the hour was late, and Ye Jingyu worried about her catching a chill. He called out softly. His body instinctively tried to move, but a sharp wave of pain confirmed his injuries had not completely healed...

Whether caused by his call or his slight movement, Zhuge Siyu stirred from her sleep...

The moment she opened her eyes and saw Ye Jingyu’s bright gaze fixed upon her, she sprang up instantly. A flush of crimson involuntarily spread across her face, though the lack of light in the room prevented Ye Jingyu from seeing it clearly...

"Thank you, Siyu..." Ye Jingyu didn't know why Zhuge Siyu had fallen asleep resting on him, but feeling that while a deep pain still lingered, the worst of his internal injuries were largely resolved, he offered his sincere gratitude...

Zhuge Siyu gently shook her head, a soft smile gracing her lips, as if to say, it was nothing...

Finally, Zhuge Siyu pointed toward Ye Jingyu's stomach and then his mouth, before turning and walking out—a clear signal that it was time for him to eat something...

Truthfully, Ye Jingyu was in too much agony to think about food, but he didn't wish to slight her kindness, so he nodded lightly...

Zhuge Siyu gave a sweet smile and quickly left. About fifteen minutes later, she returned carrying a bowl of fragrant, thin congee...

By this time, Ye Jingyu could manage to sit up unsteadily—perhaps thanks to Zhuge Siyu’s healing technique, or perhaps because he was simply too resilient...

Zhuge Siyu gently fed him as before, and Ye Jingyu allowed it, his eyes fixed firmly on her face...

For some inexplicable reason, looking upon such breathtaking beauty, he felt no trace of impurity in his heart, only profound sympathy and regret...

Zhuge Siyu didn't seem to notice Ye Jingyu’s intense gaze. After finishing feeding him, she tucked the blanket around him. Though no words were exchanged, Ye Jingyu understood she meant for him to rest well...

Ye Jingyu naturally had nothing to say. Facing the quiet Zhuge Siyu, a sense of peace settled over his heart...

He slept then for three full days and nights. Whether due to the severity of his injuries or perhaps something Zhuge Siyu had added to the congee, he never woke up, yet his wounds were visibly mending at an astonishing rate...

On the second day of his deep sleep, Ye Jingyu was moved to the State Protector’s Residence by Bieli and others. Third Young Master Luo Ruofeng personally came to visit, but Ye Jingyu remained deeply unconscious...

As for Luo Ling'er, due to the reappearance of remnants from the Tang Clan, she was forbidden from leaving the palace and could not visit Ye Jingyu, only entrusting her Third Brother to convey her regards...

When Ye Jingyu finally awoke once more, he found himself lying on the grand bed in his own mansion. That exquisite face was absent; instead, he was met by the worried countenance of Lin Xiaoyi...

"Young Master... you are finally awake..." Seeing Ye Jingyu open his eyes, Lin Xiaoyi exclaimed with undisguised delight...

Hearing Lin Xiaoyi's cry, hurried footsteps sounded from outside, and then Luo Ruofeng burst into the room first, followed closely by Bieli, Ye Longyi, Yue Youqun, Ying Xiaoxiao, Zhuge Yishi, Chi Yixiu, Hu Yanqi, Hu Yanmeng, and Chen Qi, who had rushed over from Ninglang County...

"Jingyu, how do you feel? Is there any discomfort anywhere?" Luo Ruofeng rushed straight to Ye Jingyu's bedside, asking with intense concern...