Chapter 241: Make It More Realistic

Chapter 241: Make It Realistic

He looked down at Cheng Ge's pale face, which had taken on a strange flush, and that nagging sense that something was off crept back in.

But the thought was gone in a flash, immediately overridden by the thought: "My brother's dying, what the hell is a small request?"

He waved his hand and bellowed toward the door, "Did you hear that? Pork hocks! Scallion oil chicken! Braised beef tendons! Go get them now! Fast! And make them the best!"

After giving the order, he looked back at Cheng Ge, forcing a gentle expression. "Brother, food will be here soon. Hang in there!"

Cheng Ge seemed to relax a little, loosening his grip on Lei Biao's hand slightly.

But his eyes wandered again, with a look of deep worry as he spoke once more.

"Big brother... I... there's one more thing I can't let go of... my... my three ill-fated concubines..."

This time, without waiting for him to finish, Lei Biao got it immediately and immediately shouted outside again, "And someone, go quickly and bring the three sisters-in-law up the mountain! Treat them with respect!"

After finishing all these arrangements, Lei Biao looked at Cheng Ge, who seemed to have his wishes fulfilled and a peaceful expression gradually settling on his face. A mix of emotions churned inside him.

He leaned in and awkwardly reassured him, "Alright, brother, I've taken care of everything you were worried about.

Now don't you worry about a thing. Just let the doctor treat you and rest well, got it?"

Cheng Ge looked at Lei Biao, tears seemed to glisten in his eyes. He nodded with difficulty toward Lei Biao.

His lips moved, and finally, he let out a barely audible, "Thank you... big brother..."

Then he slowly closed his eyes, as if all his strength had drained away. He turned his face toward the wall, leaving only the faint rise and fall of his chest to prove he was still alive.

Lei Biao looked at Cheng Ge, who was barely breathing on the couch. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the doctor beside him.

"Chief," the doctor stroked his beard, his expression grim but his tone dripping with professional authority.

"I need to administer acupuncture to stabilize Master Cheng's heart meridian, and also treat the leg injury to set the broken bones.

This process requires complete concentration and cannot be disturbed in any way. So if you wouldn't mind..."

Lei Biao got the hint and nodded solemnly.

"I'm leaving my brother in your hands. If you need anything, send someone to find me!"

He took one last long look at Cheng Ge, then backed out reluctantly, gently closing the door.

The heavy wooden door creaked shut, completely isolating the noise and chill from outside.

Only the faint crackling of the charcoal burning in the brazier remained in the room... along with the gradually steady and even breathing of the person on the couch.

The heavy, oppressive atmosphere that had been hanging in the air seemed to dissipate instantly with the closing of the door.

The moment the latch clicked into place, the "corpse" that had been down to its last breath on the couch suddenly moved violently.

Then, Cheng Ge, as if rising from the dead, used his core to sit bolt upright.

Cheng Ge quickly wrapped himself tightly in the tiger-skin quilt, leaving only a round head exposed.

"Make my injuries look real, got it? Make it look like I'm a cripple."

The doctor was groaning inside but didn't dare show it. He could only resign himself and nod.

He fished out a small porcelain bottle from the bottom of his kit, handing it to Cheng Ge, and spoke in a quick, low voice.

"This is a powder that can temporarily make the complexion look even paler and more sickly. Apply a little on the cheekbones and under the lower eyelids. Don't use too much!"

He was sick of being scared in this bandit den. His wife and children were waiting for him at home. Cheng Ge was his only way out, so he had to take the risk.

Cheng Ge quickly took the bottle, dipped his finger in some powder, and smeared it roughly on his face.

Sure enough, his face now looked even more sallow and lifeless, exuding a deathly aura.

Old Sun quickly grabbed the thick roll of gauze and started exaggeratedly bandaging Cheng Ge's "severely injured" leg.

He'd barely wrapped a couple of turns around the ankle, making it look fat and bulging, when—

"Creak—" The door creaked open a crack from outside.

Cheng Ge reacted in a flash. At the same moment, a painful groan escaped his throat.

His body twitched slightly, and the sharp, calculating look in his eyes was instantly gone.

He flopped weakly back onto the pillow, as if he didn't have the strength to sit up.

Old Sun also stiffened all over, but his hands kept moving, circling the gauze even more "carefully." His face instantly took on a deeply grieved expression.

Just as Old Sun had wrapped another round of gauze, his heart still racing from the door being pushed open just now—

"Bang!" A gust of cold wind rushed in as Lei Biao's tall figure reappeared.

In his hands were several exquisite wooden boxes stacked on top of each other, his face still showing traces of anxiety and a flicker of hope.

He thought he'd seen a shadow move on the couch just now?

But when he looked closely, Cheng Ge was still lying there, looking even more ashen than before—like he had just been dug out of a grave.

The door opening seemed to rouse Cheng Ge. With great difficulty, he turned his head toward the door to look at Lei Biao.

His lips were dry and cracked, slightly parted, like a fish out of water, letting out a barely audible rasp: "Big... brother..."

Lei Biao felt like something had punched him in the chest—heavy and painful.

He strode quickly to the couch, carefully placed the boxes in his hands on the small bedside table, and unconsciously dropped his voice to a whisper.

"Brother, hold on! I've brought the best aged ginseng and reishi mushrooms from the stronghold! See if any of these help!"

After saying this, he looked eagerly at the doctor. The doctor, upon hearing Lei Biao's question, almost automatically wanted to wave a hand and say, "No..."

Suddenly a cold, lightning-fast hand shot out from under the tiger-skin quilt.

It slammed down hard on those precious wooden boxes, with such force that even the boxes shook.

The two of them were like, "???"

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