"You can't come in!"

Feng Qin stared at him coldly, looking completely wary.

"I can't go in, fine, fine, you look down on me. Then you send my people out. If she dies, you'll be the first person I have to operate on."

Zhu Yanniang glanced at him, knowing what he was worried about, and then threatened him with her hands on her hips.

"No, even the mistress can't give it to you."

Feng Qin stood in front of Zhu Yanniang as she spoke.

"I heard from the woman in green that it's a plague. If you won't let me in, then tell me, how are you going to save people?"

Zhu Yanniang was clearly furious, but for Cen Xi's sake, she endured the boy's rudeness and asked.

"this……"

Feng Qin glanced at the two people lying in the room and was at a loss for what to do. This woman was too filthy. Going in might tarnish the young master's reputation. If she didn't go in, what if the plague had a strong aftereffect and the young master died?

"If you can't figure it out, come inside with me. Saving lives is the priority. You'd better keep your schemes to yourself. I'm not someone who's desperate. I wouldn't stoop to coveting my friend's man."

Zhu Yanniang glared at her and said something unfriendly.

"this……"

"Get out of the way!"

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Zhu Yanniang kicked him aside and went into the house.

Feng Qin wanted to stop her, but seeing that the woman in green following behind Zhu Yanniang had been kicked hard by Zhu Yanniang and was unable to get up, she let her in.

As soon as Zhu Yanniang entered the room, she immediately took Cen Xi's hand and began to take his pulse. After taking his left hand, she took his right hand and took his pulse as well. His previously furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"How about it?"

"I'm anxious," Qingyi asked.

"It's alright, I'll write a prescription for her later, she'll be fine after drinking it for two days."

Zhu Yanniang said.

"Are you really alright?"

Qingyi asked suspiciously, and Fengqin leaned closer to hear what she had to say.

"It's alright. Ah-Xi had a stroke of luck before and is immune to all poisons. Although she contracted a terrible plague, she only suffered a little harm."

Zhu Yanniang tucked her in and said calmly.

"Miss, could you please take a look at our young master as well?"

When Feng Qin heard Zhu Yanniang say this, she quickly begged Zhu Yanniang to also look at Shen Jinchen.

"Now you're not kicking me out? Aren't you afraid my hands will dirty your young master's hands?"

Zhu Yanniang looked at him and sneered.

"I apologize for my rudeness earlier. Please forgive my ignorance, young lady. Please take a look at your son's case."

Feng Qin had just seen her calm and composed demeanor while taking his pulse, and guessed that her medical skills must be quite good; he might have indeed underestimated her abilities.

"For Cen Xi's sake, I'll take a look. But this plague is really serious. Your young master may not be as lucky as our Cen Xi."

Zhu Yanniang still didn't give Feng Qin a good look, but this man was Cen Xi's only man. A woman will always have some feelings for her first man. Although Cen Xi always said that she didn't want to get married, who knows what the future holds?

After she finished criticizing Feng Qin, she gave him some unkind instructions:

“Carry your young master to that soft couch. He’s lying there. I don’t have arms that long.”

Feng Qin looked at this pretentious woman, speechless for a moment, but finally reached out and pulled Shen Jinchen out of the quilt and put him on the soft couch.

Seeing that he had put the person down as she had instructed, Zhu Yanniang took out a handkerchief and placed it on Shen Jinchen's hand to take his pulse. Just like before, she took his pulse on his left hand and then his right hand. Her expression was not as unpredictable as when she took Cen Xi's pulse.

Fengqin stood to the side, sweating profusely with anxiety, but she just couldn't guess the result.

Zhu Yanniang, having whetted Feng Qin's appetite enough, finally spoke softly:

“That girl Cen Xi is really destined to be with your young master. I never thought there were so many good medicines in the world, all of which are immune to all poisons and have such good fortune.”

"Is the young master alright?"

Feng Qin asked with a dark expression, while muttering to herself, "Why are you saying all this useless stuff? Jealousy won't help either. Young Master's invulnerability pill has already been swallowed."

"It's alright, they're fine. I'll give your young master a bowl of the medicine I prescribed later. The medicine Qingyi gave you earlier has the effect of helping them sleep and reducing fever. They'll probably sleep for a while and won't wake up until evening. Qingyi, you stay here and take care of them. I'll find a place to rest for a bit."

Zhu Yanniang glanced at Feng Qin, then turned to Qingyi and gave her instructions.

"Yes, Sect Master. The master's courtyard is empty. Let me take you to her courtyard to rest first."

Seeing that Zhu Yanniang's face was somewhat gloomy, Qingyi realized that she had been working too hard and hadn't slept well lately. This morning, she had rushed her to Feifeng Mountain, and she was very tired from the long journey. So she took the initiative to lead the way.

"good!"

Zhu Yanniang walked to the desk, quickly wrote a prescription, handed it to Qingyi, and then left Shen Jinchen's inner room.

"Miss in green, give me the prescription, and I'll have someone prepare the medicine."

Seeing how neatly and efficiently Zhu Yanniang wrote out the prescription, Feng Qin felt a little embarrassed; he had been harboring some petty thoughts.

"Give!"

Qingyi was dressed in men's clothing with her hair disheveled. If she continued to wander around, people might discover that she was a woman. Besides, Fengqin was the prime minister's lackey, so she was more at home in Qingshan Academy. Giving them the prescription would be appropriate.

"Thank you, Miss Xie!"

Seeing her so decisive, Fengqin touched her nose and felt a little ashamed.

"Something terrible has happened! Our young master is in grave danger! Is the Prime Minister here? Quickly, please fetch a doctor for us!"

As soon as Qingyi caught up with Zhu Yanniang and stepped out of the courtyard gate, she was bumped into by a servant who was rushing around in a panic.

"What happened?"

Feng Qin immediately recognized him as Wen Qiyu's servant, so she quickly came out and asked.

“Our young master, for some reason, suddenly started vomiting uncontrollably while walking, convulsed twice, and collapsed to the ground. Moreover, he has a persistent high fever, and it seems that he has fallen seriously ill. Young Master Fengqin, please let me in to inform the Prime Minister and ask him to help fetch a doctor as soon as possible.”

The servant wiped the sweat from his forehead and said anxiously.

"What? Young Master Wen also has these symptoms? Young man, I'm afraid our Prime Minister can't help you, because he's also sick. From your description, our Prime Minister's symptoms are the same, and he's also unconscious now."

After a moment of surprise, Feng Qin helplessly explained the current situation of their young master.

"Oh no, what should we do? Could it be that our young master..."

Upon hearing Feng Qin's words, the servant burst into tears, as if Wen Qiyu were about to die.

"Take me to see him. Our sect leader is quite skilled in medicine; perhaps he has a solution."

Seeing that the servant looked completely lost, Zhu Yanniang, unusually kind, spoke up.

"Who are you?"

Upon hearing that the other party had a way to save Wen Qiyu, the servant immediately stopped crying.

"Zhu Yanniang, the leader of the Su Nu Sect."

Zhu Yanniang replied calmly.