She couldn't help but quicken her pace as she walked towards where Jing Wenxuan was.
When she arrived, she saw Jing Wenxuan lying on the bed, his face as pale as paper, without any blood.
His body was covered with bruises, and several of his bones were broken by the crazy horse. His injuries were obviously much more serious than those of the princess.
However, it was this seemingly weak scholar who, at the moment of injury, endured the severe pain and tried to maintain order at the scene until everyone was safely evacuated. Only then could he no longer hold on and fainted on the ground, unconscious.
In the dim room, the candlelight flickered, emitting a faint and unstable light, making Jing Zhiwan's haggard figure even more desolate.
Jing Zhiwan had been guarding her father Jing Wenxuan's bedside for an unknown amount of time. Her tears were like a flood that broke through a dam and she couldn't stop them. She had already cried like a tearful person and looked extremely miserable.
Her eyes were as red and swollen as ripe peaches, full of bloodshot, and her eyelids became extremely heavy from crying for so long.
Her face was covered with tear marks, which were like winding streams, leaving traces of sadness on her originally fair face.
Her hair was also a little messy, with a few strands of hair scattered beside her cheeks, trembling slightly with her sobs.
At this moment, her eyes were filled with fear and worry, as if she was in endless darkness, afraid that her father would never wake up again.
Her eyes were fixed on Jing Wenxuan who was lying motionless on the bed. Her eyes were full of expectation and despair, as if she was waiting for a miracle to happen.
When she heard the sound of light footsteps at the door and saw Su Huaiyue walk in, a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in her originally dull eyes, as if she had grasped the last straw.
She no longer cared about anything and knelt down in front of Su Huaiyue with a "thump". Her knees hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound, but she seemed to feel no pain at all.
He grasped Su Huaiyue's skirt tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned white from the force, as if if he let go, this only hope would disappear.
She raised her head, tears streaming down her face, and begged, "Miss Su, please save my father. You must save him! I know you are an excellent doctor, and the theory of Meiyan Pavilion is also related to medical skills. Only you can save him! I can't live without my father. Please..."
Her voice became hoarse from crying, filled with endless sadness and despair, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Su Huaiyue's heart.
In fact, there was no need for Jing Zhiwan to beg him. When Su Huaiyue saw Jing Wenxuan's serious injuries, she had already planned to do her best to save him.
She admired Jing Wenxuan's act of sacrificing himself to protect his master, and she also felt distressed by Jing Zhiwan's filial piety and helplessness.
She looked at Jing Zhiwan with heartache, her eyes full of pity and reluctance.
Without any delay, she quickly knelt on the ground and took out the silver needle from the needle bag she carried with her with swift and skillful movements.
Each silver needle flickered faintly in the candlelight.
Su Huaiyue took a deep breath to calm herself down, and her eyes became focused and determined.
She knew that Jing Wenxuan's life was in danger at the moment, and every needle was crucial.
She gently twisted the silver needle, preparing to treat Jing Wenxuan, hoping to pull him back from the brink of death...
Her technique was skillful and precise, and the silver needles were like nimble swimming fish, quickly piercing into the acupuncture points on Jing Wenxuan's body.
Then, she secretly took out a few bottles of spiritual spring water from the system and carefully fed them to Jing Wenxuan.
Time passed minute by minute, and Su Huaiyue nervously observed Jing Wenxuan's reaction.
Finally, Jing Wenxuan's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, his originally rapid and weak breathing became much steadier, and his pale face gradually showed a hint of color.
Jing Zhiwan's eyes were fixed on her father Jing Wenxuan who was lying on the bed, her eyes full of tension and anticipation.
She watched as her father's face, originally as pale as death, gradually regained a hint of color, and his brows, which were tightly furrowed due to severe pain, slowly relaxed. His rapid and weak breathing became steady and even, and the rise and fall of his chest was no longer so heartbreaking.
Jing Zhiwan's lips trembled slightly, tears of excitement flashed in her eyes, and the heavy stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.
She let out a long sigh, and that breath seemed to contain all her worries, fears and torment since her father was injured.
For a moment, gratitude surged into her heart like a tide, and her eyes were filled with tears again.
Jing Zhiwan could no longer control her emotions. She knelt in front of Su Huaiyue with a plop, leaning forward slightly, clasping her hands together in front of her chest, her eyes full of gratitude and admiration.
"Miss Su," Jing Zhiwan's voice trembled slightly with emotion, "You saved my father's life. This kindness is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. My life is yours. If you need anything from now on, just ask. I will go through fire and water without hesitation! You are our family's great benefactor. I, Jing Zhiwan, will never forget your kindness in this life."
As she spoke, Jing Zhiwan kowtowed repeatedly, her forehead hitting the ground with a dull sound.
After Su Huaiyue finished treating Jing Wenxuan, she felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained away, her legs became weak, and she slowly sat down on the ground, leaning her back against the cabinet beside the bed, breathing heavily.
Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and a few strands of hair were soaked with sweat and stuck to her cheeks.
Hearing Jing Zhiwan's words, Su Huaiyue's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.
She looked at Jing Zhiwan and said jokingly, "If I asked you to sacrifice your life for mine, would you be willing?"
Jing Zhiwan didn't hesitate at all. She raised her head and looked at Su Huaiyue with a firm and persistent look. She nodded heavily and said in a firm tone: "I am willing. As long as I can repay your life-saving grace, I can do anything, even if it means paying with my own life!
You gave my father a second chance at life, and you also gave me the chance to continue being his daughter. Without my father, my life would be meaningless. So, for you, to repay this kindness, I am willing to give everything, including my life.
Her voice was clear and loud, echoing in the silent room, full of determination and resolve.
Jing Zhiwan's answer without hesitation and her willingness to repay with her life was like a heavy stone thrown into Su Huaiyue's heart, causing ripples. She didn't know what to say for a moment and could only remain silent.
She looked at Jing Zhiwan quietly, with complex emotions intertwined in her eyes, including being moved, having pity, and even feeling helpless about the ideological environment in which Jing Zhiwan was living.
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