Chapter 342 The Mad Young Master 3 (2/2)

The bodyguards filed out, leaving only two outside to await orders.

The room suddenly felt much emptier, with only Lu Qianhan lying on the bed breathing steadily, Zi Xi standing quietly by the bed, and the elderly housekeeper Li staring at her with complicated eyes.

A light drizzle began to fall outside the window, its soft, continuous sound emphasizing the quietness inside.

"Young Madam, when will the young master wake up?"

The old butler finally spoke, his voice low and his attitude even more respectful than before.

Zi Xi did not answer immediately.

She walked to the bedside and leaned down slightly, her gaze falling on Lu Qianhan's pale face.

The deep sleep allowed the lines on his face, which had been distorted by pain and mania, to smooth out, revealing his original handsome and cold features.

Long, thick eyelashes cast faint shadows under her eyelids, and her tightly pressed, thin lips had lost their color, giving her a broken look.

"I need to take his pulse."

Zi Xi's voice was cold and unyielding.

“This…please do as you wish, young mistress.”

"You can tell me what tools you need."

Butler Li was stunned for a moment. Thinking of her miraculous needlework just now, he swallowed back the words of dissuasion that were about to come out.

"Um."

Zi Xi sat down by the bed and gently placed three fingers on Lu Qianhan's wrist, which was exposed outside the thin blanket.

His wrists had distinct knuckles and cool skin, and you could clearly feel the pulse beating beneath them.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, her expression focused, and her lowered eyelids concealed all the emotions in her eyes. Only her slightly furrowed brows revealed a hint of seriousness.

The pulse is wiry and rapid.

It is taut and powerful, yet it reveals a sense of difficulty and awkwardness in the subtle details.

This is by no means the chaotic pulse of an ordinary madman, nor can it be explained by mere mental derangement.

This is due to prolonged periods of extreme mental stress, resulting in stagnation of liver qi, impaired liver function, and qi stagnation that transforms into fire.

This rapid, taut pulse is a typical manifestation of liver qi imbalance.

He harbored a powerful, unvented anger within him, which surged and raged within him, ultimately leading him to erupt in this madman-like manner.

Zi Xi's gaze slowly moved up to Lu Qianhan's face, and then to his hands placed at his sides.

He cannot find true peace.

He slept peacefully for a while, but soon his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he were under an invisible pressure even in his dreams.

What caught her attention even more was his hands. Although his well-defined fingers were relaxed a bit, his fingertips unconsciously curled slightly.

That should be an almost instinctive defensive stance, but it could also be that they are always ready to grip and attack.

His reactions also reflect a stress response ingrained in his very being.

It seems this young master has quite a few psychological problems.

In Zi Xi's mind, the look in his eyes when he was in a frenzy involuntarily replayed.

Beneath that crimson chaos, she seemed to see a soul struggling, enveloped in immense pain.

He doesn't seem like someone who has completely lost himself.

It's more like someone forced to stand on the edge of a cliff, having to perform a play in the most intense way possible, one that must be so realistic as to fool everyone, perhaps even themselves.