He Fengmian, along with Shu Lan and the shadow guards, safely reached the bottom of the cliff.
Shulan then discovered that the men in black who had gone down the cliff with them earlier had disappeared once again.
The incident with Yan San had shown him that He Fengmian was being protected by someone in secret.
So I didn't pay much attention; it's normal for a great general to have someone secretly protecting him.
She was simply curious, as they were currently in a dense forest.
Unexpectedly, the bottom of the cliff was not the dangerous place depicted on television as a den of dragons and tigers.
They wandered through the woods for a while, and just as she was almost dizzy in He Fengmian's arms, they finally saw the sunlight and a large lake.
Looking at the shimmering lake surface, you might mistake it for the same lake you saw before if you didn't look closely.
As I passed a prickly pear tree, I saw that it was covered with fruit.
If she had time, she would definitely stop and pick some to take back and make some prickly pear juice.
After all, although this stuff is acidic, it can regulate blood sugar and has antioxidant properties. It can also promote bone health.
But now all I could do was watch the prickly pear tree grow ever more distant from me.
He Fengmian noticed that she was staring intently in a certain direction and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I was just wondering where Jingfeng is waiting for us?"
"Once we leave this dense forest, we will see Jingfeng."
She asked with some curiosity, "Will Jingfeng be able to find us?"
Although she knew that Jingfeng was very intelligent and much smarter than ordinary horses, she wondered if it would get lost on such a long journey.
"Don't worry, someone is following it."
"Oh." That's true, it was his beloved horse, how could he possibly let it get lost?
Then I saw him carrying himself, wandering through the dense forest, and I don't know how much time passed.
She was so drowsy from being shaken around that she was finally woken up by the scorching sun.
They had actually emerged from the dense forest and arrived at a small path. Not far away, a black horse was leisurely grazing, with even its medicine box hanging on it.
Upon seeing them, he exhaled a hissing sound from his nose.
It was as if they were saying, "Why are you so late?"
He Fengmian did not put her down to rest, but instead carried her and leaped onto his horse.
The horse galloped swiftly along the path and arrived at the city gate of Yaocheng before nightfall.
"That was fast." Then he muttered to himself, "It's just a bit exhausting."
If their skills were even slightly inferior, they wouldn't have been able to take such a dangerous path.
Hearing her words, He Fengmian couldn't help but chuckle.
His laughter attracted the attention of people in a carriage.
A man who looked like a steward saw them and quickly came forward, bowing, "Are you Young Master He and Madam He?"
He Fengmian stopped smiling and said, "Yes, lead the way."
The butler immediately became excited: "Yes."
In the city, it was not appropriate for Shulan to ride a horse with him again.
They boarded the carriage and entered the city together, arriving at a mansion.
There was already a middle-aged man in his fifties and a slightly younger but still very beautiful woman waiting at the door. They were probably Rong Tengfei's good friend Fan Zhiwei and his wife.
Before the carriage even stopped, she hurried over and called out softly, "General He, Madam He."
He was slightly stunned when he saw Shulan, who was not even as old as Shuanghua.
He thought to himself, "Is the apprentice of the divine doctor really that young?"
But they believed in Tengfei and placed all their hopes on her.
Shulan greeted them and inquired about the situation.
He Fengmian followed beside her, carrying a medicine box, and arrived at a courtyard where the faint smell of medicine could be smelled.
They also met Young Master Fan, who had been suffering from an illness since birth.
He was lying on the bed, his face still quite handsome, but his cheeks were thin, his lips were pale as paper, and he looked like he had been bedridden for many years.
He lay there with his eyes closed, clearly in great pain.
Shulan could tell just by looking at him, without even taking his pulse, that the man was terminally ill and would die within the next day or two if left untreated.
It's likely that he had a chronic illness, like congenital heart disease, and suffered a major shock that he couldn't withstand, which is why he couldn't take it.
She sat down on the stool brought by the maid and took Young Master Fan's pulse, her brows furrowing once again.
When the Fan couple saw her like this, their hearts skipped a beat.
In particular, when Shulan said there, "You should have told Uncle Rong a few days earlier, so that we could have arrived at least two days earlier."
If we had come two days earlier, things wouldn't be like this.
Upon hearing this, Madam Fan could barely stand.
Her eyes reddened, and she covered her mouth tightly with a handkerchief, afraid to cry out: "Madam, is Wenqing... is he beyond saving?"
During this time, they consulted countless renowned doctors, but all of them shook their heads, helpless and saying that their son would not live past the end of the year.
But she still refused to give up. They only had one son, and if he were to die, she wouldn't want to live anymore.
Shulan still frowned slightly and began to inquire about the situation: "Has Young Master Fan ever experienced heart palpitations, frequent chest tightness and shortness of breath, fatigue, and excessive sweating since childhood?"
She said something and the Fan couple nodded. Mrs. Fan choked up and said, "This child has been weak since she was little. If she gets even a little tired, her lips turn blue."
They had always taken good care of their son since he was a child, but they never expected that this blow would cause him to fall seriously ill.
Having a definite answer in her heart, Shulan began to take the pulse again, saying, "I cannot guarantee it for the time being."
After taking his pulse, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, his vital energy is not depleted or there are no signs of his pulse stopping. If he can pull through this time, I can save his life."
If there are signs of depletion of vital energy and impending death, even a reincarnation of Hua Tuo would be of no use.
She also stated frankly, "But if he doesn't make it this time, then please accept my condolences."
Madam Fan's body went limp, and she felt dizzy.
"Madam." Master Fan quickly caught her, but his eyes were also red, clearly unable to accept this situation.
But as the head of the family, he could only say, "Please, Madam He, save my son. We will be grateful to you no matter what."
Shulan nodded: "I'll give him acupuncture first. General, help me write the prescription. You all need to prepare the medicine as quickly as possible. Ideally, you should be able to give him the medicine right after the acupuncture. If there is any improvement, starting tomorrow, he can take a medicinal bath."
As she spoke, He Fengmian had already opened his medical kit and taken out a set of silver needles, while the Fan couple had already begun instructing their servants to do as Shulan instructed.
Shulan began to give the person on the bed acupuncture while reciting the prescription, and He Fengmian sat there writing it down, their cooperation was very tacit.
The Fan couple felt suffocated by the sight.
I just pray that my son can pull through this time...
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