Yao Wuwen made a straightforward request to go to see a doctor. This action was as close as Ye Yaorao's thoughts, and his eyes looked at Yao Wuwen's more gentle.

As soon as Yao Wuwen entered the room and saw Murong Ningyue lying on the bed, he frowned and sighed: "The face was pale and bloodless, and the purple and purple eyebrows were not visible. This is a sign of damage to both the body and soul!"

Ye Yaorao heard this and said to Yao Wuwei: "As long as I can save my wife, I will definitely be rewarded in the future!"

Yao Wuwen waved his hands repeatedly after hearing this, saying, "My Lord Emperor, don't be so polite. Let me take my wife's pulse!" After Yao Wuwen said that, he came to Murong Ningyue's side, put two fingers on Murong Ningyue's wrist and began to close his eyes and start his pulse.

Ye Yaorao looked at the scene with a nervous look on the side, not even daring to breathe. In addition to Ye Yaorao, Ye Qingyun also received news and came to the room. She, who had always been lively and naughty, also held her breath and watched quietly.

After a while, Yao Wuwen finally let go of Murong Ningyue's hand. Before he could speak, Ye Yaorao could not wait to say, "Senior, what kind of injuries did my wife suffer? Can it be cured?"

Yao Wudi stroked his beard with his hands and then said slowly: "Master Emperor, I wonder if my wife has suffered soul trauma in recent days or has she tried to treat some people who have suffered soul trauma?"

Ye Yaorao's eyes lit up when she heard this and then she quickly said, "That's right! Some days ago, there was some problem with my soul. It was my wife who helped me heal my wounds. Could it be that my wife's injuries are related to this?"

Yao Wuwen said with a sudden look on his face and affirmed: "That's nothing wrong. The lady's soul is much stronger than that of ordinary people. However, its foundation is a bit unstable. If it is just for ordinary use, it will even have many advantages. However, if it is forced to repair and guide other people's damaged souls, it will easily hurt itself."

Ye Yaorao understood the reason why Murong Ningyue was seriously injured, and her heart was already full of self-blame and guilt. Her eyes were full of pity when she looked at Murong Ningyue. At this time, she said impatiently: "Senior, since he knows the cause of the disease, can there be a way to treat it?"

Yao Wudi frowned and then slowly said, "If it is the injury on the **, I ask myself that it can definitely be cured, but this soul is the most exquisite and mysterious part of the human body. Even I dare not say that I am sure, but I will do my best!"

Ye Yaorao had to nod helplessly when she heard this. Murong Ningyue, who had just been silent, said at this time: "That's troublesome. Human life and death have long been destined. If it can be cured, it's best. If it really can't be cured, then there is no way."

Ye Yaorao was unhappy when she saw Murong Ningyue say this, and said arrogantly with a cold look on her face: "I don't believe in any destiny of heaven. I don't want your wife to die. Even God can't take you away. If God really wants to do that, then I will rob you back again!"

Ye Yaorao said this with great momentum. Everyone in the room felt a hint of pressure, as if they were transmitted from the world and there was no resistance at all. Only Murong Ningyue's expression did not fluctuate at all, but the eyes that looked at Ye Yaorao were filled with deep love.
Chapter completed!