Chapter 393 Moved

The old woman said, "You can only bear it. There is no medicine here." Then she placed her palm on the back of An Yan's hand and transferred some true energy to her.

An Yan instantly felt a cool sensation on the back of her hand, relieving a lot of the pain. She said, "I didn't expect that grandma would have such an ability."

"It's just a little trick. I'll teach you and you'll be able to do it. But this method can't be used often. After all, pain is not an absolutely bad thing. It can remind you if something is wrong." said the old woman.

An Yan nodded: "That's what I said."

"Give me your other hand and I'll teach you." The old woman said as she gestured for An Yan to stretch out her other good hand.

An Yan stretched out her palm and saw the old woman writing on it. Then she asked, "Do you understand?"

"I understand." An Yan smiled lightly.

"Okay, you go sleep in my bed tonight, and I'll sit here and keep watch."

"No need. I'm much better now." An Yan gestured for the old woman to go back to bed and rest, and then said, "Tomorrow we'll still rely on you to resist those foul air, you must rest well."

The old woman thought for a moment and then said, "He will be fine after taking the Soul-Binding Grass today. Let him sleep on the ground."

"He can't sleep well."

"You know it again?" The old woman looked unconvinced.

"He just complains that the bed is not soft enough. He usually needs to use a few mattresses and quilts. He thinks the couch outside is too hard." An Yan whispered to the old woman.

The old woman frowned and said, "He is still a man."

An Yan just smiled and didn't say anything.

The old woman slowly stood up and went back inside, saying to the outside, "Hey, fan the room well. You still can't smell the medicine. You're obviously being lazy."

Li Rongsen was startled by the old woman's words and quickly fanned the room.

An Yan stood up and went outside. He saw Li Rongsen fanning the pot very hard and said, "Don't fan so hard. The dust on the ground will be fanned into the pot."

"I'm sorry." Li Rongsen said as he slowed down his movements and asked her, "How is your hand injury?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." An Yan said, and then sat down beside him.

Li Rongsen said, "When you get out, find an expert to take a look."

"I am an expert myself." An Yan replied.

"I will thank you." Li Rongsen said again.

"In that case, go into the house and get a glass of water." An Yan instructed him, taking the broken fan from his hand.

Li Rongsen did not refuse. He got up and went back into the house. An Yan quickly bit one of her fingers and dripped the blood into the medicine pot, then looked at the medicine as if nothing had happened.

And at this time, the fragrance of medicine wafted out of the medicine pot.

Li Rongsen saw all of this clearly. He did not go to get water immediately, but stood by the door and stared at An Yan. He was overwhelmed with emotion for a moment, not knowing what it felt like.

He then went back to pour a glass of water, handed it to An Yan, and said, "Drink some water."

"Thank you. I'm not thirsty anymore. Drink it yourself." An Yan didn't take the cup of water. She just threw down the fan and got up to go back to the house.

Li Rongsen just sat down as usual, picked up the fan and fanned himself gently.

An Yan went back to the house and bandaged her finger, then said to Li Rongsen outside: "It's almost time to pour out the medicine. You have to drink it all."

Li Rongsen naturally didn't dare to waste any of it. He knew that this was the medicine that An Yan had risked her life to get, and he needed to recover his health and leave here. He drank it all without leaving a drop. When he returned to the room, he found An Yan asleep on the table.

He walked over and called her softly, "An Yan?"

An Yan did not answer him. She was defenseless in this place, so she slept very soundly.

Then the old woman came out from the inner room and said, "Take her to the couch and let her sleep. She must be exhausted."

"Yes." Li Rongsen agreed, but still paused for a moment and said sorry to Yan Qingqiu in his heart. He had to hug her and assure her that he had no other intentions in his heart.

The old woman frowned and said, "What are you doing? Can't you just carry her to the bed? In my opinion, you might as well sell yourself to her."

Li Rongsen did not explain. After he finished expressing his declaration in his mind, he gently picked up An Yan and placed her on the bed.

The old woman went back to the inner room and lowered the partition curtain.

Li Rongsen felt that this woman was so thin that she seemed to have no weight at all. He carefully placed her on the bed, but when he was about to get up, he found that she had one hand around his arm, and he didn't dare to move for a moment.

An Yan was sleeping peacefully facing him, and he could clearly see every texture on her face. This made Li Rongsen feel strange. He seemed to finally understand what Yan Qingqiu had been saying:

An Yan is a great beauty, there is no doubt about that, no one is prettier than her.

Li Rongsen had never looked at An Yan carefully, nor had he had the opportunity to examine her facial features in detail, but today's angle made it clear to him.

He has always had a good impression of strong and brave women, or rather, he never minds having a woman who is stronger than himself. She is steady, cool, not afraid of hardship or pain, and he has never seen her frown.

She even didn't care about life or death.

But she is not indifferent, but lively, clever, and full of vitality.

"Yan Qingqiu" An Yan called out in her dream.

Li Rongsen was brought back to his senses by the name. He wanted to step back immediately, but found that An Yan did not let go. He quickly looked elsewhere. He had just stared at his good friend's woman for too long, which was really inappropriate.

His eyes fell on the back of An Yan's hand. The wound was very scary, almost occupying her entire small back of the hand. He wanted to contact the best plastic surgeon for her so that no scar would be left.

Sometimes, the feeling of powerlessness is the most difficult to accept.

Li Rongsen felt powerless at this moment. He was not used to a woman getting hurt for him, especially a good friend of his. It was really embarrassing.

On the other side, Yan Qingqiu also felt the same sense of powerlessness, accompanied by a sense of frustration.

He couldn't be an enemy of Lingxian at this moment. He still had to rely on Lingxian to help him find Li Rongsen, so he temporarily reconciled with her and was waiting for news from her.

Lingxian also felt strange. She didn't understand where Li Rongsen could have run to. She ordered her servants to look for him several times but to no avail.

She went to the courtyard where Yan Qingqiu lived and asked him, "Is Li Rongsen not back yet?"

"You are really weird. You ask me this question?" Yan Qingqiu sneered.

"No one has seen him. Besides, I've asked them to look for him, but he's nowhere to be found. Maybe he's already left."

"Nonsense, he can't leave while I'm still here. Maybe he was kidnapped by someone with bad intentions." Yan Qingqiu said. He still suspected that Lingxian was playing tricks on him.

"Impossible, no one dares to attack him unless he wants to hide himself." Lingxian's tone was firm.

"Think about it, is there any place you haven't searched yet?" Yan Qingqiu asked her.

"No more." Lingxian replied.

"Really?" Yan Qingqiu didn't believe it. He suddenly said, "There's no forbidden area here?"

"Everywhere here is open, where does the forbidden area come from?" Lingxian asked him.

Yan Qingqiu immediately said, "Then why can't I find An Yan?" He then pressed, "Maybe you hid her somewhere, or maybe Li Rongsen happened to break in and met An Yan."

These words are meant to deceive Lingxian.

Sure enough, Lingxian's face changed. This was what she was most afraid of happening, but then she thought it was impossible.

(End of this chapter)