Fainting at blood?

Several maids looked at each other, and all looked at Yan Lin, who was lying on the ground, with contempt.

Afterwards, everyone agreed to do their own job. Some people fetched hot water, some handed out suture tools from the medicine box, and everyone tacitly ignored the other person.

Jiang Yuzhu shifted her attention to Liang An. After examining his wound, she said, "You must have used a lot of strength. You're seriously injured!"

In winter, external injuries are not easy to heal.

Jiang Yuzhu examined the wound, and Liang An gasped in pain. He said with a bitter face, "There aren't enough people in the mansion, and I saw that there was not much firewood in the woodshed, so I thought of doing some work. Who knew I would make things worse."

In the past at Xie's house, Liang An had at most run errands and had never chopped firewood.

He saw others doing it easily, but after trying it himself he found that it was not the case and he needed to use some skill.

"Madam, the winter in the north is even colder than I imagined. It's not even the coldest days of winter yet, and I can't sleep at night. I wish I could cover myself with a few quilts."

Since arriving at the border town, Liang An heard that some people had frozen to death and was anxious about firewood.

The mountains were blocked by heavy snow and the villagers could not go out, so they stored firewood for the winter.

Making a fire to keep warm is the top priority, more important than having a full meal.

Jiang Yuzhu saw Liang An's good intentions and did not criticize him. Instead, she comforted him, "Chongyang said that woodcutters from the city would come to deliver firewood every two days. Next time, we should buy more and fill up the woodshed."

This year, Jiang Yuzhu was destined to be separated from the Jiang family.

If you want to stay in the north for a longer period of time, you have to follow the customs of the north.

"Don't get your hands wet recently. Apply medicine twice a day. Luckily, no bones were injured, otherwise it would be even more troublesome."

Jiang Yuzhu talked about taboos, and Liang An listened with his head down, nodding from time to time.

Several maids surrounded Liang An and asked him about his well-being, creating a harmonious atmosphere in the room.

Yan Lin was awakened by the chirping sound and felt a buzzing in his ears.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the flat ground.

Yan Lin's face flushed red as he gradually regained consciousness. He got up from the ground and pointed in Jiang Yuzhu's direction, speechless with anger: "You, you guys..."

The moment he fell, the little girl named Ningxiang could have helped him up, but she avoided him like he was a plague!

Men and women should not touch each other, and Yan Lin didn't care. He was already lying down, so why did no one care about him?

"Mrs. Xie, is this too cold?"

Yan Lin came to Jiang Yuzhu's house to see a doctor and exposed her for pretending to be sick. He suspected that he was being retaliated against.

Upon hearing this, Hong Xiu said with disdain, "Doctor Yan, please be reasonable. We don't know what illness you're suffering from. What if we turn you over and cause you to get injured again? Madam has just ordered us to find a doctor for you!"

It's fine for a doctor to see another doctor.

Yan Lin looked at Hong Xiu and snorted coldly, "You're quite good at talking and making excuses!"

The injured servant's injuries were treated, which meant that Yan Lin had been lying in bed for at least a quarter of an hour.

Why should he keep Jiang Yuzhu's secret if he was treated rudely?

Hong Xiu brought a basin of water to Yan Lin and said earnestly, "Doctor Yan, we admire your medical skills..."

Before Hong Xiu could finish her words, Yan Lin stared at the basin of blood and wanted to say something. He opened his mouth, then rolled his eyes and fainted again.

There was a "bang", a familiar sound.

Hong Xiu was stunned and muttered to her wife, "Madam, is this servant's killing power so great?"

"He not only faints at the sight of blood, but also faints at the sight of bloody water."

Jiang Yuzhu touched her chin. It seemed that Yan Lin’s problem was quite serious.

If a doctor is afraid of blood, he is destined not to be a good doctor.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Yuzhu said to Hong Jin, "I remember you bought a bright red dress. Change into it first."

Some people have psychological problems. Not only do they faint at the sight of blood, they are also uncomfortable with the color red.

Hong Jin had just changed into her dress when Yan Lin opened his eyes. Seeing that the environment around him had not changed and he was still lying on the ground, he had lost his temper.

Forget it, resistance is useless. Yan Lin got up again and decided not to argue anymore to save himself some saliva.

"Doctor Yan, are you okay?"

At the instruction of his wife, Hong Jin quickly stepped forward to support him.

Seeing the red in front of him, Yan Lin felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and he shouted angrily, "Go away!"

After saying this, Yan Lin stood up in a panic and stumbled out the door.

When he arrived in the yard, he breathed a sigh of relief and his expression relaxed a little.

Jiang Yuzhu chased out and said politely, "Doctor Yan, please stay!"

Seeing Yan Lin pause, Jiang Yuzhu took two quick steps forward and said with a firm expression, "Doctor Yan, it seems you're really afraid of others knowing about your blood-sickness problem."

"So what?"

Yan Lin came back to his senses, his face extremely alert.

He has had the problem of fainting at the sight of blood since he was very young, and because of this he cannot diagnose or treat injuries. This has been a secret that his parents have kept secret for a long time.

Once the news gets out, Yan Lin will lose his qualification to be the young master of Jishidiang, and his uncles and brothers will be eyeing this family business covetously.

"Mrs. Xie, are you trying to trade Yan's secret?"

Yan Lin looked suspicious. He stared at Jiang Yuzhu and found that apart from a faint smile, she did not show any complacency.

Could it be that he was wrong?

Jiang Yuzhu waved her hand and said seriously, "Doctor Yan, you have a keen sense of smell and some real skills. It would be a shame if you can't diagnose injuries."

Yan Lin is proficient in medicine. If he can overcome his fear of blood, he will definitely make greater achievements in this field.

More importantly, use it for her own benefit.

Yan Lin turned his head and looked at the falling snow on the plum blossoms in the courtyard. He paused for a moment and said bitterly, "There's nothing I can do about it. I can't get over this psychological barrier."

At that time, Yan Lin was only a few years old and was taken by his parents to a relative's house to sit as a bed-press for a newly-wed bride.

He was young at that time and fell asleep hiding in the quilt.

When he woke up, he heard a sound outside the bed curtain, and then he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

"The bride was stabbed with a dagger by a thief who broke in and stole the house, and the whole room was filled with scarlet."

Inside the wedding hall, there were bright red candles, a mandarin duck quilt, red lanterns, red window grilles, red bed curtains, the bride's bright red dress, and a large pool of bright red blood.

Yan Lin fainted from the shock, and from that day on he suffered frequent nightmares, which left him with a chronic illness.

In the past few years, he would faint whenever he saw wedding dresses.

His parents took great pains to hide his secret.

"The elders all say that I am the most talented one in the Yan family, but..."

Yan Lin had thought about forcing himself, but he fainted every time. After so many times, his parents gave up.

Jiang Yuzhu pondered for a moment and asked, "Are you afraid of chicken blood?"

Yan Lin: “…”

He didn't know and had never killed a chicken.

However, given his aversion to the color red, he would probably faint.

"How about you try killing a chicken?"

In winter, people in border towns have the habit of stockpiling goods.

We bought more than twenty chickens on Chongyang Festival, but the cook was busy making bean buns and big dumplings and had no time to spare.

There is a coolie in front of me, it would be a waste not to use him!