Chapter 184 Blood Dryness Medicine
Su Qinghe felt that this condition was too harsh and tried to persuade his senior brother, but was rejected by his senior brother because the rules of Pharmacist Valley could not be abolished because of one person. Now he had already made a break, and if he continued, it would be invalid.
Zhao Yan thanked Su Qinghe and just said to give him some time and he would come.
Now that he has finally saved up enough time, he is going to Tianxing Pavilion.
The two of them traveled quickly all night and finally arrived at Pharmacist Valley in the afternoon.
It is as warm as spring here, the four seasons seem to be non-existent here, and butterflies surround it, making it feel like a fairyland.
Su Qinghe met them at the door. They used to be rivals in love, but now they are working for the same goal.
"You take a day's rest first. I will take you there tomorrow morning." Su Qinghe said. Although he had a natural dislike for Zhao Yan, he also admired him for doing what he said.
Zhao Yan thanked him and took An Yuan to stay.
On the second day, two people from Pharmacist Valley came and led him to Tianxing Tower. Although it was called that, it was not a tower, but a platform standing on a cliff. There was no way around it, and the only way to get up was to walk up 999 steps.
"These steps are not made of ordinary stones. Each section is soaked in special medicine, which will penetrate into the human body as the body moves. That's why only three people have climbed up there so far. Lord Zhao, please be careful." Su Qinghe gave his final reminder.
As soon as Zhao Yan's fingers touched the first step, the cold air penetrated into his bones through his fingertips.
These steps seemed to have been soaked in the cold winter for a thousand years, and every inch was so cold that it could bite into the bones.
He took a deep breath and stood up with the help of the stone wall, but when he took the first step, his knees were so cold that they hit the steps directly. The severe pain made golden stars explode in front of his eyes.
"Young Master..." An Yuan shouted.
"I'm fine, you guys should leave here first. I'll beat the gong when I get there."
An Yuan knew that the young master didn't want others to see his embarrassment. He did it for Miss Yu because he was willing and didn't need them to know, let alone Miss Yu to repay him.
He wiped his tears and left with Su Qinghe.
The cold wind blew harder as he walked up step by step. When he reached the 100th step, his hands were already numb. He sat down to rest for a while and felt that his legs were no longer his own.
Then he took a deep breath and continued to walk up. There was no living thing here, and he could not think of anything else except counting the steps boringly.
By the time I reached the 300th step, my leather boots had been soaked through by the icy water seeping from the stairs, and my toes were numb from the cold.
Zhao Yan felt like his legs were like wooden stakes filled with lead. Every time he took a step up, he had to hold on to the edge of the step with both hands.
The steps here are different from the previous ones. There are small rough spots when you hold on to them, and your palms will slowly be worn out.
He leaned against the stone wall and gasped for breath, his throat stinging from the cold wind.
He never thought of giving up. Although it was painful, he regained his strength when he thought that she would be tortured by blood loss for the rest of her life and would always be trapped in the fear of losing her life at any time.
By the time he reached the 600th step, he was practically lying on the stairs.
The mountain wind blew icy particles into his collar, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.
He slowly lay down. Originally he just wanted to rest for a while, but then he found it increasingly difficult to get up.
As consciousness gradually blurred.
He remembered how she lay in bed when she was sick, and he regained his strength. All this was because of him, so he had to repay her.
By the time he reached the last ten steps, he already had some traces of his weakness. He was breathing very lightly, as if he would die in the next second.
At this moment, he tremblingly took out the dagger from his arms and stabbed it into his palm. The severe pain made his distracted eyes focus again.
He continued to climb.
When he finally saw the snow lotus on the top of the cliff, tears mixed with blood fell on the steps and instantly solidified into ice.
Later, he lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, it was three days later.
He moved his hands and opened his eyes blankly, and what he saw was An Yuan's tear-swollen eyes.
"Young Master, Young Master...you finally woke up. I was afraid you would die." An Yuan said as he went to help him again. Zhao Yan leaned on him and got up.
"Where are the medicines?" He was worried about this.
An Yuan wiped his tears, opened the drawer next to him, and took it out. "Young Master, it's here. Doctor Su said that there are three pills in total. Take them once a day. After three times, the blood deficiency will be cured."
Zhao Yan took it. It was a square box, without any decoration, but it carried a person's life.
He held it for a long time until An Yuan reminded him that it was time to change his medicine.
Compared to my hands, my knees were the most seriously injured this time.
He had anticipated that he would be injured, so he swapped shifts with his colleagues several times, finally accumulating enough time. Since he had obtained it for her, he hoped that she would take it without any burden.
However, his injury was more serious than he expected. During this period, the disciples of the Pharmacist Valley changed his medicine three times and took countless pills. They only said, "The eldest brother admires you and hereby approves that you can recuperate in the valley."
After that, another four days passed, and with the previous time, ten days had passed, so he only had five days left.
He told the people in the valley that he could rest for two more days at most and asked them to make pills out of the remaining medicine, as he needed to hurry back.
After changing the dressing that day, he helped An Yuan stand up. The wound had scabbed over, but he still had difficulty moving. Every step was painful, but he couldn't care less. "Pack your things, we'll go back tomorrow."
"But..." An Yuan sighed helplessly. He also wanted the young master to recover before going back, but the young master needed to go on duty.
Besides, as time goes on, both Madam Zhao and Miss Yu will be worried. If Madam Zhao finds out, will she blame the young master? And what will Miss Yu think then? The young master definitely doesn't want Miss Yu to have any psychological burden.
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Yu Huatang hadn't seen Zhao Yan for almost half a month. During this period, Mrs. Zhao also asked her over to chat and asked about Zhao Yan's whereabouts. She replied that he was going to do something for a friend.
Mrs. Zhao said she didn’t hear which friend, could it be Qiao Qingxian?
But Qiao Qingxian had already returned to the capital and was no longer in Zhoushan. Although Yu Huatang found it strange, Zhao Yan had his own plans, so she put aside her doubts.
That day she went out as usual, but saw Zhao Yan standing outside.
It had been snowing heavily for the past few days and it had only stopped today. Yu Huatang walked closer to look at him and found that he looked pale, had lost a lot of weight, and was not as energetic as before.
She asked, "Has Lord Zhao finished his business?"
Zhao Yan looked at her gently, "Yes."
She just felt weird, but couldn't put it into words. Finally, she said, "Then I'll go to the Tianjing Pavilion first."
"Okay, the road is slippery, be careful." He reminded gently.
"I know." She turned to get on the carriage, but when she was beside it, she looked back.
Zhao Yan had already gone in, but his walking posture was inexplicably unsteady, as if he had fallen. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he should have seen a doctor, she told herself.
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