Chapter 133 The Truth About Cold Disease
It was already early morning when we walked out of the secret passage, and the night breeze outside was slightly cool.
Ruan Yunsheng took a deep breath of fresh air, and the burning pain in his chest was slightly relieved.
Ruan Yunjian ordered his servants to send the few people to the meditation room to rest first, and then quickly invited the monk doctor from Jingjue Temple to come over.
Although Ruan Yunbo was unconscious, he was only drugged and the injury on his neck was not serious.
Ruan Yunsheng's throat was sore from the thick smoke, and he felt obvious pain when he spoke, but he didn't suffer any other injuries.
The one who was most seriously injured was Xie Yan.
In the Zen room, the monk doctor was preparing to apply medicine to Xie Yan and needed to take off his shirt.
But the hand that he was holding on to Ruan Yunsheng was still tightly gripped without any sign of loosening.
Ruan Yunsheng pursed her lips, let Xie Yan lean against her arms, face to face, and said to the monk doctor, "Just apply the medicine to him like this."
Ruan Yunjian looked on hesitantly: "There are differences between men and women, this..."
"Big brother," Ruan Yunsheng curved his lips slightly, his eyes fixed on Xie Yan's pale face, his tone gentle but firm, "We are all family, there is no need to worry about those empty formalities. Besides, Fifth Brother was injured like this just to save me."
Ruan Yunjian could only nod.
The monk doctor took out a pair of scissors and carefully cut open Xie Yan's robe before taking off his clothes.
The place on Xie Yan's back where he was hit by the beam was already bruised and purple, mixed with blisters caused by sparks, which looked shocking.
Ruan Yunsheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously pinched into her palms.
Ruan Yunjian looked at the messy wound and couldn't help but sigh deeply, with a bit of complexity in his eyes.
The monk doctor carefully applied ointment to him, and asked someone to bring a set of clean robes, which he reluctantly put on Xie Yan, and helped him lie down slowly.
The monk-doctor sighed, "Your Highness was previously struck by a cold, and though he recovered, he is most vulnerable to cold, dampness, and heat. This time, the intense heat of the fire, coupled with the blows from the beams, has caused a relapse of the old illness. He truly shouldn't be so careless."
Ruan Yunsheng frowned, "Cold disease?"
Xie Yan had clearly said before that he just caught a cold, and because of neglect, the minor illness turned into a serious one, so he never mentioned any cold disease.
As the monk doctor packed his medicine box, he explained, "It's indeed a cold. After the princess fell into the lake and disappeared, the prince often went to that icy lake to look for you, staying there for a month or two each time, until he could no longer bear it and returned to the capital to recuperate."
"There's a cold pool hidden at the bottom of that lake. The water is bone-chillingly cold no matter the season. That's when the prince accidentally caught a cold."
"When the cold attacks, the joints all over the body feel like they're being pierced by ice spikes, the pain is excruciating. But in the past five years, the prince has never stopped searching. Even when the cold attacks recurred, he always personally led people down to the lake to explore."
Ruan Yunjian was stunned when he heard this and couldn't help asking, "How did the master know this?"
"The prince often comes to Jingjue Temple to pray for the princess," the monk doctor said. "Sometimes when the cold attacks, the prince can't bear it and faints in front of the Buddha. I have given him acupuncture several times to relieve the symptoms."
Ruan Yunsheng's lips trembled slightly, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't speak for a while.
Ruan Yunjian also sighed deeply, his tone filled with admiration. "No wonder... Xie Yan has disappeared so often in the past few years. Every time he comes back, his face is even paler. So, he went to look for you."
If they knew how desperately he was trying to find Shengsheng, even if his brothers still blamed him, they would not target him like before.
But he didn't mention a single word from beginning to end.
Afterwards, the monk doctor gave a few more instructions and carried the medicine box to Ruan Yunbo's room next door.
Ruan Yunjian sat by the bed, his eyes fixed on Xie Yan's hand, which was still tightly gripping his sister's. His tone was filled with emotion, "Before, I always heard Third Brother say that Xie Yan loved you, but I was half-believing, half-doubting until tonight when I saw him desperately rushing into the fire... I couldn't even stop him..."
He knew that there was a secret passage in the Hall of Awareness. Although the scene at that time frightened him, he believed that with his sister's intelligence, she would definitely be able to leave safely through the secret passage.
But Xie Yan was obviously unaware of this. The reckless rush he made clearly showed that he was determined to live and die together.
Ruan Yunsheng's fingertips unconsciously stroked the wrist that was warmed by Xie Yan's grip, and he nodded vaguely with his eyes lowered.
Before tonight, she had always thought that Xie Yan's kindness to her was the love of a brother for his sister.
But thinking of that hot kiss in the secret passage, things were obviously not what she thought...
I don’t know how Xie Yan managed to survive these five years.
"Shengsheng? Shengsheng?"
Ruan Yunjian called out twice before Ruan Yunsheng snapped back to his senses and looked up at him: "Huh?"
Ruan Yunjian smiled helplessly: "Brother, go see how your third brother is doing. We also need to deal with the matter of Madam Wei and her gang as soon as possible."
Although the fire had been put out, he still had to deal with the subsequent inventory, interrogation, reporting, and the origins of the masked men, and he was really busy.
Ruan Yunsheng nodded quickly: "Big Brother, go ahead and do your work. I can take care of myself and... take care of Fifth Brother."
When she said the word "Fifth Brother", her voice unconsciously became lighter.
Ruan Yunjian looked at her deeply, finally nodded, stood up, closed the door and left.
Coincidentally, Zhishu came in with the boiled medicine and served Ruan Yunsheng to drink it. Zhiqin also brought a basin of water to help the princess wipe her face and wash.
Xie Yan's face was covered in cigarette ash and his hair was a little messy, but the secret guards around him were all outside and there was no one to serve him.
Zhishu wrung out a clean handkerchief and was about to wipe the prince's face, but Xie Yan frowned and avoided her hand.
Ruan Yunsheng had no choice but to take the handkerchief and said, "Let me do it."
She wiped Xie Yan's face with one hand, handed the handkerchief to Zhishu, and said softly, "It's getting late, you all should go and rest for a while."
Zhishu was a little worried, but she also knew that the princess didn't like to have people around her when she slept, so she said, "The servants are next door. If the princess needs anything, just tell her."
Afterwards, Zhishu and Zhiqin walked out of the Zen room carrying the empty medicine bowl and water basin.
The moment the door closed, Ruan Yunsheng looked down at Xie Yan lying on the bed.
He slept very uneasily, his brows furrowed. Even in his dreams, he did not loosen his grip on her hand, his fingertips unconsciously stroking her wrist, as if confirming something.
She reached out to tidy up Xie Yan's messy hair, looked at his pale face, and her nose suddenly felt a little sore.
The two grew up together, and this was the first time she saw Xie Yan cry.
Seven years ago, "Chuwu" fell into her yard with bruises all over his body, but she didn't see him cry.
He was so badly injured at the time that even though "Chuwu" was a stranger in her eyes, she still felt pity for him.
Thinking of Xie Yan's previous bruised appearance, Ruan Yunsheng frowned.
I don’t know what happened at that time that caused him to be injured so badly.
Although Xie Yan was not a prince at that time, he was still the son of the Marquis of Zhenguo. Who would dare to seriously injure him?
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