Su Xiao and Big Brother Ming

　　Snow filled the skies like flower petals. A slender silhouette struggled along the roads of the imperial palace outside of the flying fish pavilion at the same time the orange prince and the emperor began their never-before-seen big b.i.t.c.h-fight.

　　"Big Brother Ming… hang in there."

　　Su Xiao was carrying Ming Feizhen who weighed much more than him. His kitten-like body looked like it was going to be crushed under his weight at any moment, yet he walked on with determination, continuing to put one foot in front of the other through the snow as he headed towards the imperial medical office.

　　Su Xiao kept mumbling: "Let's go and see the doctor, the best doctor… You'll be alright."

　　Su Xiao wasn't aware of what was happening on the imperial platform where the emperor originally was, nor did he care. He was just an ordinary partic.i.p.ant in the imperial martial arts tournament. If he won, great, if he lost, so be it. Su Xiao didn't mind winning or losing too much. But he never expected Ming Feizhen to lose, and to lose so tragically.

　　Su Xiao saw Ming Feizhen get sent flying with a palm strike with his own eyes. That person's strength was like that of a t.i.tan. A single palm strike sent someone as tall as Ming Feizhen flying in a straight line through the air and cras.h.i.+ng into the palace wall like a cannonball.

　　Ming Feizhen's body was curled up like a prawn appearing as though all his joints were broken.

　　Su Xiao's heart almost stopped beating. When he saw the scene, he ignored everything, tossed the imperial martial arts tournament into the back of his mind and brought Ming Feizhen out of the flying fish pavilion.

　　Su Xiao was sniffling with his handsome white nose.

　　"I… I'm not crying. There's nothing to cry about. They were lying. I don't believe them."

　　Su Xiao's Big Brother Ming was now unable to stand up after being wounded with that heavy palm strike. According to the palm style experts at the venue's observations, they remarked that the power of his palm strikes were ferocious, and his skills were also a rare-find and miraculous. Ming Feizhen got struck in seventeen places and his meridians got hit as well. Plus, he took a hit to the chest. He wasn't going to make it past tonight even if he was fortunate.

　　It's not that Su Xiao never asked anyone, but the people he asked all gave the same response. All ten of the ten people he asked said that there was no saving him.

　　Su Xiao said to himself: "That means that all ten of them were wrong!" He carried Ming Feizhen in his arms and trudged to the imperial medical office with great difficulty.

　　It was fortunate that Su Xiao had practiced martial arts from a young age so he possessed a strong physique, otherwise someone as tall as Ming Feizhen would've crushed him. But even so, he was fatigued and covered in sweat nonetheless. Besides the smell of herbs and the sort being more prominent there, the imperial medical office was also different to all the other places in the palace. Having worked in the imperial city recently, Su Xiao was somewhat familiar with some of the rules.

　　Su Xiao looked into the courtyard and shouted: "May I ask if there is anyone there? I have an injured person with me! I have an injured person with me!"

　　After a while of shouting, he saw the door creak open. An elder looking around sixty stepped out from inside. He was skinny, had a small nose, small eyes and was relatively comical-looking. He had an old medical book in his hand. He wore Western gla.s.ses and looked like an educated elderly.

　　He scanned Su Xiao for a long time before finally saying: "What are you shouting for? What are you bringing a patient here to me for? This place is the medicine warehouse. The doctors at the imperial medical office are the ones in charge of treating patients. Where are you from la.s.s? I was just about to enter the herb garden to harvest this year's new ripe s.h.i.+ny snow-whites. It becomes usable upon meeting with snow. I cannot be late."

　　"I-Is this not the imperial medical office?" Su Xiao was more anxious than he already was now. He had walked for so long, so how could this place not be the imperial medical office? Big Brother Ming won't last. Noticing that the elder was holding what looked like a medical book as well as having heard him mention going to the herb garden to get herbs, and the mention of high-grade herbs, he came to a conclusion. If he doesn't understand medicine, how could he collect herbs?