Early morning, the sky just barely brightened.
Qingya Small Building, Courtyard No.8.
Upon the bed draped with pink gauze.
"Master, Master, Mr. Ye, you are crushing me..." A young woman without a stitch on her brow awoke abruptly, reaching out to push the man on top of her.
However, she found she couldn't move him at all, and there was no response from him either. Feeling something was off, she opened her eyes to see a bluish face before her, with lips that had turned a dark purple.
"Ah!"
Terrified, she shakily reached out to check for a breath.
There was no breath left.
The person was dead!
The young woman was so scared that her soul seemed to fly away. She quickly backed away; this was Ye Xizhao of the Ye Family, a medical genius of Dongshan City, who had just passed the "Physician" exam with a bright future ahead, but now he lay dead on her bed—no, it was his own bed in Courtyard No.8 of Qingya Small Building, where he'd summoned her to accompany him...
