"Second Aunt, don't worry, let me take a look at Xiao Yuan." Yun Zhourong immediately took his pulse.
"Ruan Ruan, you can treat patients?" Zhao was very surprised to see this.
"Hmm, have you forgotten that my maternal grandfather was an imperial physician?"
Yun Zhourong nodded and said, "He left me many medical books, which I read in my spare time, but I haven't treated any patients yet."
The last time she fell ill, she was in a semi-comatose state and couldn't see herself.
Otherwise, perhaps the second wife wouldn't have had to be separated from the family.
"I see. Ruanruan is so clever. I believe in you!" Zhao said sincerely.
"Thank you, Second Aunt."
Yun Zhourong thanked her gratefully, then suddenly frowned and said, "Aside from Xiao Yuan's pre-existing tuberculosis, this pulse indicates a new injury and bruising..."
Thinking of this, Yun Zhourong immediately unbuttoned Yun Mingyuan's clothes to check his back, and her eyes instantly reddened.
What didn't seem like a serious injury before is now swollen, bruised, and looks shocking.
"Xiao Yuan was so badly injured, why didn't he say a word the whole way? It's all my fault!"
Yun Zhourong couldn't hold back her tears, feeling utterly guilty. It was all for saving her!
"Ruanruan, this is not your fault. If anyone is to blame, it is that vicious little beast from the eldest son's family. How much force must have been used? The consequences of smashing your portrait back then would have been unimaginable."
Zhao hated the people of the eldest branch of the family to the core, but she still comforted Yun Zhourong, saying, "Now only you can save Xiaoyuan. Do you have any ideas?"
"Yes, I'll go to the post station to see if I can buy any medicine. Second Aunt, please wrap some snow in a handkerchief and put it on Xiao Yuan's forehead to reduce his fever. I'll be right back."
She knew how dangerous a fever could be, and now was not the time to save money; that gold paper had to be used.
She asked the postmaster and learned that the doctor had recently returned to his hometown to avoid disaster, and the post station did not have the medicinal herbs she wanted.
"How could this happen..." Yun Zhourong's face turned deathly pale instantly.
But she quickly rallied, told the constable, and ran towards a nearby village.
Xiao Yuan is still waiting for her to save her life; we must find a doctor as soon as possible!
As a result, she traveled very far and visited many villages, but none of them had a doctor.
Standing in the pitch-black night, with the biting wind howling in her ears, a strong sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart, causing Yun Zhourong to burst into tears and squat down on the ground, crying loudly.
She had searched all the surrounding villages, but her feet hurt terribly. She wanted to continue searching for a doctor, but she didn't know which way to go.
Her cousin was her second uncle's youngest son, and she really couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if something happened to him.
I'm afraid both of them will lose their will to live!
She only has a few loved ones left in this world, and she really can't lose them!
So she took a deep breath, stood up, and continued limping forward.
"Let's keep looking, maybe we'll find a doctor?"
As she walked, she unconsciously tightened her grip on the safety buckle in her hand.
This is the only memento her mother left her. Because it was inconspicuous, it wasn't taken away by the people who raided her home.
She prayed softly, "Mother, please bless Ruan Ruan so she can find a doctor... please bless Ruan Ruan!"
[Huaxia, Ji Family Villa]
Ji Minxiu had just come out of the bathroom when his phone rang.
He could only sling his bathrobe over his arm and answer the phone, "Hello."
"Boss, the lotus bowl you asked me to have appraised is a celadon porcelain from a thousand years ago. Because it was only in operation for twenty years before it was destroyed along with the Great Sheng Dynasty, very few pieces have survived. In addition, this piece is in excellent condition, and its value is estimated to be at least one hundred million Chinese yuan!"
The voice on the other end quickly came through, trembling with excitement, "That's wonderful! Where did you get this? You're sure to crush all the other candidates at this charity auction!"
Even Ji Minxiu was surprised by this result.
But soon, he frowned slightly. "You're saying that bowl is from the Dasheng Dynasty?"
He reached up and touched the safety buckle around his neck.
When he came to his senses, he was back on the snow-capped mountain, still holding the lotus bowl in his hand.
It was only later that I learned that the assassin's shooting had triggered an avalanche.
When the rescue team saw that he was unharmed, they all said that he must have been blessed by the snow mountain god, otherwise, with such a huge avalanche, there would have been almost no chance of survival.
But Ji Minxiu knew that he had gone to another time and space in that instant.
The killer's message on his phone before he died also said that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Recalling his surroundings—the retro thatched hut, the girl's hairstyle and ancient costume—he could very well have traveled back in time to a certain dynasty.
So he had someone authenticate the bowl.
Unexpectedly, it was the Dasheng Dynasty more than a thousand years ago!
He couldn't have traveled through time without a reason; there must have been something that served as a link between them. The only thing he could think of was the safety amulet his mother had left him.
Perfect timing, it's also an item from the Dasheng Dynasty!
"Please bless Ruan Ruan!"
As his fingers gently caressed the smooth surface of the safety buckle, suddenly, the familiar girl's voice rang out again.
Then, the safety buckle gradually became scalding hot.
"Whoosh..."
Before he could react, after a dizzying spin, he found himself in an unfamiliar, desolate wilderness.
Upon hearing the noise, Yun Zhourong instinctively picked up her lantern to look.
Then I was completely stunned.
The man in front of me was shirtless, with only a white towel wrapped around his waist that reached his knees.
His arms were clearly defined, his shoulders and back were broad, his waist was strong, and his V-line was clearly visible as it snaked down. His long legs even had water droplets still clinging to them, exuding a deadly sexiness.
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