Jiang Rao was speechless for a moment.

It was the coldest time of the year, but she was sweating profusely in the heavy snow.

Why is he here?

She quickly rolled off him and leaned over to pull him up, but saw that his eyes were closed and he looked like he had fainted.

Jiang Rao was anxious.

She quickly put his arm around her shoulders, trying to use her body as support to hold him up.

But although he was weak, he was a whole head taller than Jiang Rao, and the muscles he had developed from practicing martial arts were real and not something a weak and frail girl like Jiang Rao could support alone.

Jiang Rao turned her head and called Ming Shao, "Ming Shao, come and help me."

Ming Shao came over when she heard the voice. Just as her fingers were about to touch Rong Ting's arm, Rong Ting's eyes suddenly opened. His eyes were as sinister as a poisonous snake that had just crawled out of the dark night. The thick fog in his eyes seemed to have substance. "Don't touch me."

The deep voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, and during it he coughed heavily, which was filled with a cold warning.

Ling Mingshao's hand suddenly froze in mid-air, and then she shrank back tremblingly.

Jiang Rao recalled his strange habit of not liking others to get close to him, and became nervous for a moment, wondering whether she should quickly let go of her hands that were around his waist and grabbing his shoulders while he wasn't paying attention.

But while she was hesitating, he leaned over and put all his weight on her.

His cheek was pressed against her shoulder blade, his head resting on her shoulder, a few strands of his messy long hair fell on her chest. When he closed his eyes, the bloodthirsty and sadistic rage that had just appeared was gone, and he was just a poor sick beauty.

The rapid breathing sounded like he was enduring great pain, and the slightly hot breath wrapped around Jiang Rao's neck, making her skin itchy.

Jiang Rao seemed to have thought of something at this moment.

When she fell, she was afraid that she would hit his injured legs.

She suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave. She turned around and called Ming Shao, "Ming Shao, go get the doctor!"

…

Just before the old doctor arrived, Rong Ting completely fainted.

Jiang Rao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. She carried him on her back by herself, not daring to stop for a moment. She gritted her teeth and carried him into his room, then put him on the bed. She was so tired that she was sweating all over.

After the old doctor came, Jiang Rao stood by, anxiously waiting for the old doctor's diagnosis.

She lay on the side of the bed,

She was extremely anxious. She wanted to ask the old doctor how the boy was doing, but she was afraid that she would make some noise and disturb the old doctor's consultation. She bit her lip and dared not make a sound.

The old doctor frowned the whole time, and after examining Rong Ting, he kept shaking his head.

Jiang Rao immediately asked: "Doctor, his leg..."

The old doctor interrupted her and frowned, scolding her: "Why are you so careless? Even if he is your future husband and you have a closer relationship with him, you shouldn't jump directly on him."

"Eh?" Future husband? Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, and then her fair face immediately turned red, "No, not my future husband..."

She didn't jump on him...

"No?" The old doctor muttered, his eyes full of suspicion.

The last time he came to see a doctor, the young boy on the bed refused to drink medicine from anyone except her, and was close to her. Seeing her so nervous today, he felt that their relationship was not ordinary. Seeing that they were both young and not yet married, he thought they were an engaged couple...

Besides, the two of them look so well matched, it would be a bit strange to say that they are not an engaged couple...

Jiang Rao didn't know how the old doctor came up with that idea. She blushed and asked the old doctor, "Doctor, please tell me quickly, is his leg okay?"

The old doctor sighed, "His leg injury has obviously improved in the past few days, but he was hit by a heavy object today, I'm afraid..."

The heavy object, that is, Jiang Rao, her heart instantly sank to the bottom.

The two words "I'm afraid" made the question in her throat seem to weigh a thousand pounds, and she was a little hoarse, "Is it, it will never get better?"

The old doctor spoke in a heavy tone, sighing, "There is nothing I can do. There are not many people in the world who can cure his leg injury. Only Hua Tuo can heal it. Let me prescribe some medicine to relieve his pain and wake him up quickly. As for the rest, I am incompetent and can't help you."

Jiang Rao was frozen all over.

She looked at Rong Ting with trembling eyes.

He was sleeping with his eyes closed, his face was pale, and there was an air of sickness lingering all over his body. If it weren't for this air of sickness, I wonder how lively and vigorous he would have looked.

Jiang Rao felt a surge of regret in his heart.

He originally had hope of recovery, but she destroyed it completely.

If she had known, she shouldn't have come to see him.

Since she met him, he fainted twice and both times were related to her. In order to avoid retaliation, she said she would be good to him, but now it was her who caused his legs to never be healed again...

The guilt weighed on her like a huge rock, and the overwhelming remorse almost swallowed her up and suffocated her.

Her long eyelashes were gradually soaked with tears, and two lines of tears flowed silently along her red eye sockets.

…

After returning home, Jiang Rao locked herself in her father's study to read medical books like a desperate patient.

But she just read two pages of medical book at the last minute, how could she hope to match the skills that the old doctor had acquired after practicing medicine for a lifetime.

The old doctor said that if a disease cannot be cured, it cannot be cured.

Jiang Rao knew this clearly in her heart, but it was precisely because she knew it clearly that she became more bitter and desperate, yet she refused to give up the struggle. In just two days, she lost weight rapidly, and the baby fat on her cheeks disappeared visibly. Her originally bright and beautiful face now looked a little dull and haggard.

She hasn't gone to see the young man in the past few days. It was because she was afraid of him before, but now, she is a sinner who ruined his life. How can she have the face to see him?

Jiang Rao even felt annoyed by her dreams.

What if you know what happens next? So what if I try my best? Even though she tried her best to change the ending of her dreams, the results of every dream remained the same in the end, they all ended up in the same place. In that case, what was the point of her dreams?

She was in a gloomy mood for several days, until that night, when she had another dream.

In my dream, I found a way to cure the boy's leg injury.

There was a famous doctor in Dazhao named Ren Fuqing, who could cure any disease and was better than any other imperial physician in the palace. But he was unruly by nature, just like her father when he was young. He didn't like being restrained and regarded the imperial power as nothing. He was determined not to be an imperial physician and only worked as a traveling doctor. At the age of 29, he set a rule for himself: never go to Nanjing in this life.

Recently, this person happened to pass through Yecheng.

However, due to the heavy snow, although Doctor Ren passed through Yecheng, he took a detour.

In her dream, Jiang Rao watched him go away, but there was nothing she could do. She was so anxious that she felt like vomiting blood and woke up in shock in the middle of the night.

In the pitch-black darkness, Jiang Rao sat on the bed with her heart pounding. She reached out and pressed her hand against her pounding heart, muttering in a daze, "Ren Fuqing..."

Before she woke up, the last scene remained in her mind.

The carriage she was riding in drove along the snow-covered mountain road and rushed down the cliff around the corner.

But Jiang Rao can no longer care about so much now.

As soon as she thought that the miracle doctor who could cure the boy's leg injury was about to pass by, the depressed mood that had been weighing on her heart for several days was swept away, and was replaced by a mixture of ecstasy and urgent hope.