Chapter 867: Both People Arrogantly Proud to Death

Baili Xia didn’t dare to look at him, her head still hanging low, an expression of heartache on her face, “The real problem is, he doesn’t want his wound to heal at all.”

“What do you mean?” Mu Xiaojiu frowned, his fingertips tensing slightly.

Baili Xia finally looked up at him, a hint of resentment in her eyes.

“It’s definitely because you refused to say a word of forgiveness; he thought you were still angry, gave up on himself, and stopped caring about his wound—it’s all your fault.”

“When did I ever say that he shouldn’t care for it? He cut himself with a knife; I couldn’t even stop him in time.”

That guy is stubborn as hell; he didn’t say anything at the time, he just felt guilty.

After confirming that the girl was out of danger, he took a knife and injured himself like that.

But from start to finish, the two really hadn’t said much; Nangong Xu was just clear in his heart—he already knew who had donated blood to him last time.

The little creature’s blood could detoxify him, allowing him to recover immediately from such severe snake poison.

Then last time he was poisoned; who else but the person continuously sending bags of blood to be transfused into him?

It goes without saying.

Baili Xia let out a sigh, although Uncle said nothing, but, he finally understood the whole story.

Both of them are to blame; equally stubborn, equally arrogant.

While Uncle hadn’t spoken a word of reprimand, Master was so ashamed that he resorted to self-harm.

Yet Uncle, clearly very concerned about him, stubbornly held back, completely ignoring his injury.

All of them are so prideful; how can life go on like this?

“I don’t know if he’ll develop a high fever tonight; I just redressed his wound and found it was more severe than it appeared.”

Seeing his concern, she continued, “Some of the flesh on the wound has rotted significantly, and he already missed the best period for treatment.

I don’t know if he can survive this.”

“Is it really that serious?

But he went to the main house today to treat you.” Mu Xiaojiu’s expression changed slightly.

He really hadn’t expected Nangong Xu’s wound to be so severe; doesn’t he know how to treat himself as a doctor?

That damn guy, not even cherishing his own body—is he really seeking death?

In the end, he still asked, “Is it…

really that serious?”

“Why don’t you go see him yourself?” Baili Xia clutched his sleeve.

Mu Xiaojiu was still somewhat awkward, “Why should I see such a grown man?”

“Go see him, tell him that you’ve forgiven him and aren’t angry anymore.

Only then will his wound heal quickly.”

“Do you think I’m a child?” He’s not a doctor; how could just a few words heal Nangong Xu’s wound?

Is this some kind of joke?

“Uncle, you really don’t understand. Heart diseases need heart medicines. Even if I heal his physical wound, I can’t heal his heart. Are you really so heartless, just watching him deteriorate day by day?”

Mu Xiaojiu still ignored her, even turning his back on her, his stance becoming even more rigid.

But that’s all just a facade; others might not understand, but how could Baili Xia not see clearly?

The more awkward he acts, the more it shows—he’s more conflicted, more caring.

She stood up, walked over to him, and knelt down, grasping his large hand.

“Uncle, if his mood doesn’t improve, the wound will heal slowly and might leave lasting effects.”