Chapter 260: Mo Xiuyan

Chapter 260

Mo Jiuye got up and tapped the spot on the tabletop that corresponded to the position of the iron lump below.

He Zhiran could see clearly from under the table that after just a few taps, faint cracks began to appear where the iron lump met the tabletop.

"Tap it a few more times," she said.

Mo Jiuye responded and struck the tabletop again.

"How about now?"

"It hasn't moved yet. Try tapping different spots," He Zhiran reminded him.

Mo Jiuye continued tapping the tabletop, not too quickly, asking after every three taps.

He Zhiran kept her eyes glued on the iron lump.

"Don't move, it should be right here. Keep tapping this spot," she said.

She saw with her own eyes that the gap between the iron lump and the table grew a little wider.

Mo Jiuye tapped that spot again, three times, then three times more...

The iron lump slowly detached from the tabletop, extending into an iron rod as thick as a wrist.

There was a button on the rod. He Zhiran tentatively pressed it.

A muffled sound rang out in the silent room, and the motionless bookshelf slowly slid open on both sides.

As the bookshelf moved, a pungent, foul odor instantly filled the air...

Mo Jiuye took the flashlight from He Zhiran and walked into the opening first.

It was a very small room with little furnishing. In the corner was a bed.

Lying flat on the bed was a person who could easily be mistaken for dead if not for the visible rise and fall of his chest.

Mo Jiuye asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Mo Xiuyan thought it was those people coming again to humiliate him. Hearing the sounds, he closed his eyes.

He was now a crippled man, with even begging for death a luxury.

In this lightless room, he had already lost track of how long he had been locked up. Whenever those people came in, other than shoving him some food and water, all they did was insult him.

Mo Xiuyan was used to this by now. He only hoped that when those people tormented him, they would be a bit heavier handed so he could be freed from this misery sooner.

Hearing this voice, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Mo Xiuyan squeezed out a pained smile. "That I still draw breath today is already heaven's mercy."

Now was not the time to ask Mo Xiuyan for details of his ordeal. He Zhiran reminded, "Husband, let me examine fourth brother's condition first."

Hearing that "husband", Mo Xiuyan knew without thinking that the woman speaking was his sister-in-law.

In his current filthy state, how could he possibly let his ninth brother's wife help examine him?

Mo Xiuyan quickly said, "Sister-in-law, let me tell you..."

He paused, then continued weakly, "My legs are broken, my arm tendons severed, but otherwise I'm fine."

Fine?

How could such an emaciated body be described as "fine"?

Having been here for over six months, He Zhiran fully understood the thinking of ancient people.

Especially between elder brother and sister-in-law, an almost evasive relationship existed.

Mo Xiuyan's current condition was clearly not as simple as he claimed. To help examine him further required the advanced medical equipment from the System.

Therefore, He Zhiran did not insist on examining Mo Xiuyan right away.

She planned to let the two brothers chat for a bit first, then inject Mo Xiuyan with a tranquilizer to knock him unconscious before bringing him into the System.

Whether it was examining his condition or getting him out of here, Mo Xiuyan needed to enter the System.

Seeing his sister-in-law make no further moves, Mo Xiuyan finally relaxed his taut nerves a little.

He gave a self-deprecating laugh, then said, "As a crippled man now, being able to see family again while still alive brings me much comfort.

As for my body, even the great healer Bian Que alive today could surely not cure it."

In the flashlight beam, He Zhiran could see the deep disappointment in Mo Xiuyan's eyes.

Anyone would feel heartache over his situation, locked away in this lightless room, probably thinking of nothing besides waiting for death each day.

"Fourth brother, trust me. I will find a way to cure you," Mo Jiuye said resolutely.

Hearing his wife say this, he couldn't help asking, "Ranran, can you really heal fourth brother's condition?"

He knew his wife's medical skills were superb, but fourth brother's situation was no ordinary illness.

While broken legs did have a chance of being reattached, this was still only a probability.

Fourth brother had been missing for years, so his leg injury was surely quite old. Putting aside how serious it was, he had never heard of anyone in this day and age able to cure it.

As for fourth brother's severed arm tendons, this was also incurable by Mo Jiuye's knowledge.