Saying those two words made her feel a pang of embarrassment, especially in front of these escort team members who were hostile toward her.
“What?”
Several team members were stunned, clearly not understanding what she meant, or rather not daring to believe what they had heard.
Mu Xi raised her head, meeting their suspicious gazes, trying to keep her voice calm, “My breast milk has a special effect. It can accelerate wound healing.”
She didn’t explain the source in detail, only stated the result.
The room fell into a strange silence.
The escort team members looked at each other, their eyes filled with absurdity and deeper vigilance.
The armed team member retorted sharply, “What nonsense are you spouting!”
“Trying to pull tricks at a time like this? Do you think we’re fools?”
The team member’s tone was sharp.
“You want to take the opportunity to kill Lady Ye Lan? With your breast milk? Who knows if there’s poison in it!”
Another team member also chimed in.
They were loyal to Ye Lan, so naturally they would see anyone who might threaten Ye Lan as an enemy, especially her, a presence in an awkward position.
Mu Xi’s heart sank.
They didn’t believe her.
Ye Lan’s life was slipping away moment by moment, and her only possible method to save her was being blocked.
‘What should I do?’
She looked at Ye Lan on the bed, whose breath was faint, at her face pale as paper, at her tightly closed eyes.
Those phoenix eyes that were always filled with dominance and deep affection were now tightly shut, the shadow cast by her long lashes appearing so fragile.
‘I can’t let her die.’
“You don’t believe me, afraid I’ll poison her, right?”
Mu Xi, with a calmness of someone who has nothing to lose, raised her eyes to meet the armed team member’s gaze, her voice trembling slightly.
“Then what if I feed her directly without any intermediary?”
Her words once again froze the air in the room.
“Directly… feed?”
The team member was stunned, her hand holding the gun trembling slightly, as if she couldn’t immediately understand the meaning.
“Right.”
Mu Xi nodded, the heat on her cheeks rising again, but her eyes were unusually firm.
“I’ll suck it out with my mouth, not exposing it to air, not using any container, and feed it to her directly mouth-to-mouth. You can watch the whole process. That way, I can’t possibly poison her, right?”
This proposal was too shocking.
Several escort team members were dumbfounded, their faces showing shock, suspicion, and a hint of indescribable strangeness.
They looked at Mu Xi, then at Ye Lan lying motionless on the bed.
Time was ticking away, and Ye Lan’s breath seemed to weaken even more.
“Captain…”
A team member looked at the armed woman, her voice uncertain.
The woman called captain pursed her lips, her gaze scanning between Mu Xi and Ye Lan, her eyes struggling violently.
Reason told her that Mu Xi was not trustworthy, and her proposal was even more absurd.
But Lady Ye Lan’s condition was continuously worsening; the emergency medicine they brought had little effect.
If this continued…
They had no other choice left.
‘Treat a dead horse as a live one?’
‘With this woman they had been guarding against, in such an unimaginable way?’
“You guarantee… your stuff… really works? It’s not poison?”
The captain’s voice was hoarse, full of suspicion, but in that tense tone there was a hint of wavering.
“I can’t guarantee I can save her, but I guarantee it’s not poison. If I wanted to harm her, I wouldn’t have waited until now. You can watch me. If anything goes wrong with her, you can kill me immediately.”
Mu Xi’s tone was very calm, without any fear, as if stating a fact.
This calmness instead reduced the captain’s doubts by nine-tenths.
She took a deep breath, as if making an extremely difficult decision.
“Fine.”
She said in a deep voice, putting away her gun, but her eyes still sharply locked onto Mu Xi.
“We’ll watch you. If you dare pull any tricks…”
The threat left unspoken was obvious.
Mu Xi breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves relaxing slightly.
She walked to the bedside and looked at Ye Lan who was so close.
Those pale lips were bloodless, tightly pressed together with a stubbornness of the dying.
She needed to undo her clothes.
Mu Xi’s hand went to the buttons of her collar, pausing for a moment, instinctively glancing at the surrounding escort team members.
The nine women immediately understood.
Although their faces still showed reluctance and suspicion, they silently turned around, their backs to the bed, leaving Mu Xi some space.
This was the last, and only, respect they had as soldiers.
Mu Xi unbuttoned her top, revealing the undergarment inside.
The fabric rustled softly.
She leaned down, close to Ye Lan, took a deep breath, and tried to ignore the shame and discomfort in her heart.
She needed to first suck the milk out.
This process made her feel immensely awkward and embarrassed, especially in this strange atmosphere.
But thinking of Ye Lan’s fading life, she suppressed all distracting thoughts.
Ye Lan’s jaws were clenched tight, as if resisting something.
Mu Xi carefully probed with her fingertips bit by bit, gently prying open a gap.
This movement was exceptionally difficult.
She lowered her head, pressing her lips against Ye Lan’s cold, dry lips.
It was an extremely strange sensation—cold, soft, carrying the breath of death.
She transferred the liquid in her mouth, bit by bit, into Ye Lan’s mouth.
Her movements were gentle and slow, afraid of choking her.
The room was terrifyingly quiet, only Mu Xi’s heavily suppressed breathing and the faint sound of liquid being swallowed.
The escort team members with their backs to them had their bodies tense, but their ears were perked, catching any sound from behind.
Mu Xi raised her head and looked at Ye Lan’s face.
She still had her eyes tightly shut, her complexion pale, but those tightly pressed lips seemed to have loosened slightly.
‘Is it working?’
She didn’t know but she could only continue.
She leaned down again, repeating the same motion.
Her movements became more skilled, and the shame in her heart gradually replaced by a stronger, more urgent hope.
‘I must save her.’
Time flowed slowly in suffocating silence, each second feeling stretched countless times.
Mu Xi’s leaning posture was somewhat stiff; she could clearly feel the ache in the back of her neck, and the lingering feeling in her chest mixed with shame and anxiety.
She once again transferred the liquid into Ye Lan’s lips, and this time, she seemed to feel something different.
At Ye Lan’s throat, there seemed to be an extremely slight movement.
‘Is it an illusion?’
Mu Xi held her breath, staring unblinkingly at Ye Lan’s face.
Still pale, but those long, thick lashes seemed to tremble.
Her heart skipped a beat, then started pounding wildly, thumping against her eardrums.
That extremely subtle movement, light as a butterfly’s wing skimming water, if Mu Xi hadn’t been watching so intently, she would have thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.
She didn’t dare move, or even breathe, afraid of disturbing this fragile sign of revival.
After a little while, the trembling appeared again, clearer than before.
Immediately after, Ye Lan’s almost imperceptible breath seemed to become a little longer, and the slight rise and fall of her chest no longer looked like a candle in the wind about to go out at any moment.
‘It really worked?’
A surge of indescribable excitement welled up in Mu Xi’s heart, mixed with immense exhaustion and a belated bitterness.
She looked at Ye Lan’s tightly shut eyes—those phoenix eyes always full of aggression and possessiveness—now the eyeballs beneath the lids seemed to be gently moving.
‘Was she going to wake up?’
This thought made Mu Xi instinctively straighten up a little, her hands and feet feeling at a loss.
At that moment, Ye Lan’s eyelids slowly and with great difficulty lifted a crack.