Chapter 43: Clearing the Situation
Yu Huatang thought that tomorrow would be her monthly illness relapse and she had to go back and have a good rest, so she declined the invitation.
When she returned to the courtyard, it was already dark, and she knocked on the door of Zhao Yan's house.
An Yuan was determined to pull her in this time, "Miss Yu, please come in and have some hot tea."
Yu Huatang felt a little tired and directly rejected his kindness. "It's nothing serious. Please tell your master that the things have been delivered. I'm also a little tired, so I'll go back first."
Finally, she faintly smelled medicine and asked, "Is anyone sick?"
An Yuan thought of what the Master said and shook his head, "I... I have a fever, so I just took some medicine."
Yu Huatang had undoubtedly left. She quickly finished the meal left by Grandma Xu, washed up, and fell asleep.
At night, Zhao Yan came back and found out that she had been there. Seeing that her yard was pitch black, he knew that she must have fallen asleep and thought of the medicine for tomorrow.
He turned to An Yuan and said, "Is everything ready?"
An Yuan's eyes were filled with panic, and he knelt down directly, "...Sir, my heart's blood is no joke. I dare not do it. If anything goes wrong, even if I die, it will not be able to relieve Madam's hatred."
Zhao Yan asked him to stand up and said coldly, "Only the three of us know about this. If you tell my wife, you will leave now."
As expected, Anfu and Anyuan's expressions changed, and they knelt down together, "...Sir, why do you have to do this?"
An Fu wiped away her tears and said, "...we will just listen to you, Master."
Zhao Yan's expression softened. "It's nothing serious. It's just a cut in my heart, and a little bleeding. I just need to recuperate for a few days."
"An Yuan, I believe in your method. Don't worry. I won't disregard my own life."
An Yuan said "yes" with a look of dejection.
The next day, Zhao Yan asked them to boil a few bowls of medicine, two of which were his and one was for Yu Huatang.
Seeing that the sun was about to set, he said, "Let's get started."
An Yuan took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his eyes, and moved cleanly and neatly. Soon, several silver needles pierced into Zhao Yan's heart.
The moment the silver needle pierced his heart, blood surged in Zhao Yan's throat.
As the scalding blood beads rolled down the needle tip, An Yuan quickly took out one of the silver needles and replaced it with a larger needle hole.
Like an ice spike piercing his bones, the sharp pain from his heart shot up through his blood vessels and straight to the top of his head. Zhao Yan took a few deep breaths and said, "...Quick."
After hearing this, An Yuan stretched out his trembling hand and squeezed Zhao Yan's heart quickly.
The hot blood drops fell again, this time, as big as dewdrops.
Anfu cried until her eyes were red. She used a porcelain bottle to catch the tears. When the bottle was half full, she sobbed, "...Master, that's enough..."
Zhao Yan lowered his eyelids and took a look, "...It's not enough, An Yuan, press it again."
An Yuan obeyed the order and pressed hard.
For a moment he leaned against the carved bedpost like a trapped animal, his hair soaked with sweat stuck to his pale face, and his nails dug deep into his palms.
The blood drops dripped again, finally filling the porcelain bottle.
After the silver needles were removed from his body, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell heavily on the bed like a collapsed jade mountain.
An Yuan immediately applied pressure to stop the bleeding, then applied medicine and bandaged it.
Anfu crawled to the kitchen and brought back two bowls of medicine. Zhao Yan was sweating all over and his face was as pale as death. He forced himself to be strong and drank it.
Finally, while he was falling asleep, he said, "...Remember to wait until she wakes up, then bring the medicine over to her. Make sure she drinks it..."
Anfu cried and choked up as she replied, "...Okay, my lord, go to sleep peacefully."
As the sky grew darker, the smell of blood in the room gradually faded. Anfu and Anyuan hid all the things according to Zhao Yan's instructions, and burned the letter paper given by the famous doctor under candlelight.
It is now September and the air is full of excitement, but Zhao Yan's courtyard is as silent as death, and even the slightest sound of the wind can be heard.
Another hour passed, and Anfu heard the door open at Yu Huatang's house. He washed his face, straightened his clothes, and finally walked out with the bowl of medicine.
When he arrived in front of Yu Huatang, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of medicine in a hurry and pretended nothing happened, saying, "Miss Yu has woken up. My young master ordered this medicine to be boiled a long time ago." After that, he handed it over.
Yu Huatang had slept for a full ten hours. His mind was clear now, and he knew he hadn't had an attack this time. He was also grateful to Anfu for helping him boil the medicine, so he took it and said, "Thank your master for me."
Then he turned around and went back to his room.
An Fu saw this and immediately grabbed her, but he had to be careful not to spill the medicine. His eyes were filled with anxiety. "...Miss Yu, drink it quickly. If it gets cold, the medicine might not be effective."
Yu Huatang felt that Anfu was a little strange, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Seeing that he was staring at the medicine, she felt embarrassed to go back, so she took it up and planned to drink it.
She took a small sip, swallowed it, and felt that the medicine was a little strange!
When Anfu saw her stop, his heart skipped a beat.
Yu Huatang leaned in closer and smelled it carefully, and sure enough, a faint smell of blood wafted out. There was something wrong with this medicine!
She turned around and asked, "What's added to this medicine?"
Anfu remembered what the young master said and said, "Today, when I was boiling the medicine, a doctor passed by and said that ordinary medicines would be more effective if chicken blood was added."
"So the young master ordered me to buy a chicken and put some blood in it."
"Miss Yu, we didn't hide it from you on purpose. We just thought you were a woman. Don't be angry, just drink it."
Yu Huatang had also heard that adding animal blood could stimulate the medicinal properties, but she didn't think it was that simple.
She looked up at Zhao Yan's courtyard. Except for a light outside, it was pitch black inside.
It can even be said that there is a sense of dead silence.
She pondered for a moment and said, "I remembered that there is another medicine in the room. I'll go get it and give you the bowl after you finish drinking it."
After saying that, he quickly closed the door without waiting for Anfu's reaction.
Anfu reacted but didn't dare to knock on the door, so he had to go back.
Zhao Yan had just woken up after an hour's sleep. His face was pale and he looked very weak. He asked An Fu, "...did you drink?"
Anfu went forward to help him up and whispered, "...He only took a sip and then went back to his room."
The room fell into silence again. An Fu said comfortingly, "...Don't worry, sir. Miss Yu is not suspicious."
"Really?" Zhao Yan looked at a figure slowly approaching from outside and said in a deep voice, "You guys go out."
Sure enough, when Anfu and Anyuan turned around, they saw Yu Huatang holding a bowl of medicine and looking at them solemnly.
When she saw the wound on Zhao Yan's chest, she could hardly breathe. She couldn't believe it.
When they were the only two people left in the room, she took a while to calm herself down and asked in a low voice, "Why..."
"Using human blood as medicine is unheard of. What are you doing?"
Zhao Yan looked at her deeply and said calmly, "...it will have some effect eventually, right?"
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