Chapter 69 A Heart That Holds the Sun "Lord Jiang is too badly injured, it's hard to say..."
Because of Xue Chan and Jiang Ce's situation, the room became chaotic.
Upon hearing the crying from inside the room, Yu Lang, who had just returned with the imperial physician, strode in.
As soon as she entered the room, she saw the two people who had fainted and immediately had Jiang Ce moved to a separate room.
"Disperse, all of you!"
Keep those who should stay, and send away those who should leave.
Yu Lang had the two imperial physicians examine them, while he stayed by Xue Chan's side and said to the physician, "Please take a look at her quickly."
The physician beside her nodded, put down his medical kit, and sat on the edge of the bed to take Xue Chan's pulse.
After examining the patients, she asked Yun Sheng and the others in detail, "Just now, did Miss Xue vomit blood?"
"Yes!" Yun Sheng nodded vigorously, "My daughter, she..."
The physician smiled slightly, stood up and replied to Yu Lang, "Miss Xue is no longer in danger of losing her life, Your Highness can rest assured."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but Yu Lang pressed on, "But she vomited blood..."
The physician remained calm and composed: "That's right, so he has already pulled through. I will prescribe the medicine and let him rest and recuperate for a while."
"That's good." Yu Lang's heart was relieved, and he immediately sent someone to inform Consort Xue, "Then I'll trouble the physician to take care of her during this time."
The physician smiled gently and bowed, saying, "It is my duty, Your Highness. You flatter me."
Yun Sheng sat on the edge of the bed, raised his tear-streaked face and asked Doctor Wen, "But my daughter has a persistent high fever and can't wake up. Is she really alright?"
The doctor knelt down, patted her shoulder, and gently comforted her.
"Don't worry, I'll stay here to take care of her until she recovers. She has a high fever tonight, but we just need to get her fever down. Don't worry."
After confirming that Xue Chan was temporarily safe, Yu Lang quickly went to Jiang Ce's side.
She stood outside, and Zheng Shaoyu and the imperial physician came out to see her and give her their report.
"How is it?"
The imperial physician sighed, "To be honest, Your Highness, Lord Jiang's injuries are too severe; it's hard to say..."
Zheng Shaoyu leaned against the door, wiping his nose and tears with his sleeve: "I have so many injuries, especially the wound on my back, it's almost to the bone... Waaah... I don't know if I can make it through."
"Can you please stop crying?" Yu Lang was getting impatient and couldn't help but scold him. When he turned around, he saw Zheng Shaoyu crying so hard he could barely breathe.
"well......"
Yu Lang swallowed back the words he was about to say to him: "Alright, instead of wasting your time crying here, you might as well go in and take care of him."
Zheng Shaoyu wiped away his tears again, bowed, and went inside.
Yu Lang let out a shallow breath and raised his hand to rub his throbbing forehead.
Qingluan stepped forward to support her, saying worriedly, "Your Highness has been traveling a long way. Why don't you wash up, change your clothes, and rest first? We're here for you."
"So close to the imperial palace, yet there's such a filthy Taoist temple, hiding someone capable of injuring Jiang Bozhou. Things aren't that simple..." Yu Lang straightened up and ordered, "Have the guards continue the investigation, even if it's a corpse, bring it back. Also, invite Marquis Wu'an to Qingyin Terrace."
Qingluan was still a little worried about her, but Yulang waved her hand, and she left with some concern.
The messenger sent by Yu Lang returned with a report, but they still had to wait for Jiang Ji to arrive.
Therefore, even though it was late at night, she had not yet gone to sleep and was sitting in Xue Chan's room watching over her condition.
Although Xue Chan was still unconscious and had a high fever, she was much calmer after taking the medicine.
However, things weren't going well for Jiang Ce. He was already seriously injured and had lost a lot of blood, and then he developed a high fever during the night.
Zheng Shaoyu didn't even go home; he only sent someone home to deliver a message, while he stayed by Jiang Ce's side to take care of him.
After the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), Jiang Ji rushed over, and Zheng Shaoyu was wringing out a handkerchief and applying it to Jiang Ce's forehead.
Jiang Ji entered quietly, knelt by the bed to examine Jiang Ce's injuries, and after seeing how horrific they were, he gripped his sleeve and exhaled angrily.
"Brother Jiang, did you come from the palace?" Zheng Shaoyu touched Jiang Ce's forehead, which was still burning hot.
Jiang Ji nodded and tucked the blanket around Jiang Ce.
Zheng Shaoyu looked back and realized that Jiang Ji was also exhausted, with bluish circles under his eyes. He was shocked for a moment, then realized that Jiang Ji was probably ordered to investigate this matter.
"Brother Jiang, why don't you go to the side and rest for a while?"
Jiang Ji stood up and raised his hand: "This matter is not over yet, there is no time to rest. You take good care of him, and send someone to let me know when he is safe and sound."
"good"
Zheng Shaoyu got up to see him out and asked, "Should we send someone to inform the old lady and Madam Yu?"
"Let's not talk about it for now, so as not to worry them." Jiang Ji walked down the stone steps and came back up. After a moment of contemplation, he instructed Zheng Shaoyu, "Don't spread this matter around for now."
"good"
Jiang Ji came in a hurry and left in a hurry.
As Zheng Shaoyu entered the room, someone was standing beside Jiang Ce, continuing to change his cold compresses.
Yu, who had been silent all along, said, "Go to sleep. I'll keep watch for the rest of the night."
Zheng Shaoyu disregarded etiquette and image, plopped down on the footstool by the bed, and leaned back to prop his head up.
"I'm going to sleep for a little while, please look after him."
Yu said in a hard voice, "If you want to sleep, then sleep. Don't say anything more."
Zheng Shao closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them and sat up straight: "Xiao Huaiting probably doesn't know about this yet, but it will reach his ears sooner or later. If anyone from the Mingyi Earl's Mansion comes to ask, tell me, and I'll go and give them a reply."
"I know." Seeing that he was extremely sleepy and kept babbling on and on, Youyu quickly knocked him unconscious and threw him onto the long couch in the outer room.
Jiang Ce on the bed seemed to have a high fever, and he was becoming increasingly delirious, muttering something incoherently. Yu couldn't hear what he was saying and leaned down.
He first identified a few similar phrases mixed in with the pile of nonsense.
"sorry......"
"My mistake..."
It's all the same two sentences, no matter how you turn them around.
Yu gently patted his forehead, and Jiang Ce quieted down again. But after a while, he started babbling incoherently again.
This time, Youyu heard it very clearly; what he said was...
"Mother, Father..."
"It hurts..."
As the moon sank in the west and the sun rose little by little, the two remained unconscious for three days.
Zheng Shaoyu and Youyu took turns guarding the area. Xiao Huaiting also came and guarded the area for the second half of the night, but left early due to the emperor's summons.
Yu sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, and fell asleep.
The person in bed made some noise, and he was immediately awakened after only a short nap.
Zheng Shaoyu, who had been dizzy all night, rubbed his aching neck. Hearing the noise, he immediately fell to the ground and ran over on all fours.
"How are you? Do you want some water? Do you want something to eat?"
His barrage of questions left Jiang Ce, who had just regained his senses, even more confused. The few simple words he spoke seemed to arrive very slowly, and it took him a long time to understand what Zheng Shaoyu was saying.
"Enough of this talk, quickly call the imperial physician." Youyu urged, and Zheng Shaoyu quickly went out to call a servant to find the imperial physician.
The imperial physician in charge of looking after him rushed over, took his pulse, examined him, and after a moment breathed a sigh of relief, he said to the people in the room with a smile, "Lord Jiang is so lucky, he has finally pulled through."
Zheng Shaoyu patted his chest: "That's good, that's good."
The imperial physician earnestly advised, "However, your injuries from swords and knives are severe, and with summer approaching, they may worsen. You must rest and recuperate as much as possible."
Yu and several servants carefully wiped Jiang Ce, who was covered in sweat, and helped him change his clothes.
Perhaps the fever has subsided. Although she is still not feeling well, she is more lucid and can listen to what we say.
He clutched Youyu's sleeve, breathing slowly, and said, "She...she's alright..."
"Don't worry, he's fine," Youyu replied, wiping his hand.
Jiang Ce used his remaining strength to pull him closer, whispering something in You Yu's ear.
"What did Jiang Bozhou say?"
He said, "Please do not tell Miss Xue about your injuries, so as not to disturb her quiet meditation."
Yu Yu bowed her head and replied to Yu Lang, "I understand."
Xue Chan is physically present but mentally absent; it's unclear when she'll speak.
"He has nothing else to say?"
After a moment of silence, Yu said, "If Miss Xue didn't ask about him, there's no need to mention it; let's just leave it at that."
"Alright, Qingyin Terrace is only so big, it'll be better if someone bumps into it." Yu Lang's fingertips slid along the rim of the cup, and she added, "Okay, make sure you take him home safely. As for Xue Chan, she'll stay with me. I'll take good care of her."
Yu withdrew and escorted the seriously injured Jiang Ce back to the Marquis of Wu'an's residence.
Jiang Ce had been unconscious and recovering from his injuries for ten days, after all, it was the princess's separate residence. Xue Chan was fine, but it wouldn't be good for Jiang Ce to stay there too long. So, when he felt a little better, Jiang Ji had someone move him back to the Marquis of Wu'an's residence.
Not long after Jiang Ce left, Xue Chan was still at Qingyin Terrace.
She woke up after vomiting blood, but she was listless and weak, and most of the time she just lay there lost in thought. The few times she spoke, she asked about Jiang Ce's condition.
"I remember he was injured. Is he feeling better?"
Xiao Yangjun, who had come to visit her, was about to speak when Yu Lang stopped her and said, "He is injured, but it's not as serious as you think. Don't worry too much."
Xue Chan wanted to ask something, but after taking a bowl of medicine, she fell into a drowsy sleep again.
Yu Lang was very busy and declined Bao Jia's request to visit Xue Chan.
Yu Lang was very busy, investigating and taking care of the patient. He sent letters to the palace every day about the recovery progress and went to the palace again to see Consort Xue, who was also ill.
So after about five or six days, Xue Chan gradually recovered, was able to speak, and regained some energy. However, she did not see Yu Lang, only the palace servants at Qingyin Terrace who were taking care of her.
She gradually regained the ability to get out of bed and walk, and Yun Sheng helped her go outside to look at the flowers and trees.
When I had more energy, I would take out the books and picture albums I had brought with me and continue to draw the picture album "Herbal Good Borrowing".
Xue Chan sat under the trumpet vine in the courtyard, flipping through medical books, with a bright red vine in full bloom above her head.
A red flower drifted down and landed on the shoulder of the doctor who had come to fetch the medicine.
She gently picked it up, walked to Xue Chan's side, and said with a warm smile, "It seems that you have recovered very well, and you even have the energy to paint now."
Xue Chan looked up and saw that the doctor was sitting down beside her with his medicine box.
During the ten days or so that she was meditating at Qingyin Terrace, this imperial physician took care of her the whole time.
As soon as the physician opened his medicine box, Xue Chan put away her pen and reached out to let him take her pulse.
Xue Chan observed that this woman, who appeared to be in her forties, was extremely meticulous and patient in everything she did, from her words and smiles to her care of patients.
"After arriving in the capital, I had always heard that there was a female official in the Imperial Medical Academy with superb medical skills and a high position. Now that I have met her and received her care, I know that what she said was true."
The physician, Wen, was calm and gentle, and simply smiled: "You flatter me, young lady. As a doctor, taking care of patients is my duty. Moreover, it is my duty to work in the Imperial Medical Academy."
Xue Chan said softly, "When I was on my way to the capital, I passed through Tingnan in Yunzhou. There was a shrine there, where a woman was enshrined. While looking at the murals in the shrine, I heard people say that she was a master calligrapher from the Zhengde era, also surnamed Wen. Therefore, I also read her 'Treatise on Women's Illnesses' and 'Miscellaneous Talks Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold'."
“It was indeed my ancestor,” the physician replied with a smile.
After she said that, Xue Chan glanced at the medical books and picture albums on the desk and felt a little embarrassed, so she wanted to put them away.
The physician smiled and said, "Actually, I have always heard of your reputation, young lady. When I was young, I followed my grandfather to learn medicine and watched her wade through rivers and climb mountains to compile medical books. My grandfather always said that she wished someone could draw illustrations to accompany them, but unfortunately she herself could not draw. My grandfather was good at drawing, but he passed away early. After my grandfather passed away, no one was ever able to draw them."
Xue Chan smiled faintly and pulled out a book of flower paintings. "When I was young and naive, I even drew illustrations for its book, 'Herbal Goods.'"
The physician's eyes lit up, and he smiled, "Miss, may I take a look at you?"
Xue Chan was somewhat surprised, and a faint blush rose on her pale face: "I only drew some pictures to accompany them when I had nothing else to do. I'm afraid my drawings are not good enough and would disgrace your family's ancestors' hard work."
Wen Yi was carefully flipping through the book of herbal and plant paintings.
"This is wonderful news. If my grandfather were alive, he would be overjoyed. If you had been born a few decades earlier, he would have been happy to be your friend."
She lowered her head shyly: "That would be my great fortune."
After resting quietly at Qingyin Terrace for a few more days, Xue Chan sent someone to inform Yu Lang that she had returned to the Cheng residence.
She was taken away by Yulang during the Dragon Boat Festival and was gone for more than a month. When she returned, it was already mid-June.
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