It took about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before Lady Han raised her hand. She first looked up at Yue Zhan, and then gave Shi Lan a reassuring smile. "It's nothing serious. She's just weak and caught a chill. A few doses of medicine and some sweating will do the trick."
Shi Lan nodded with a smile, not surprised by the diagnosis.
Yue Zhan tucked Shi Lan back into the quilt, then got up and said, "Serve Lady Han with pen and ink."
Zhu'er was carrying a food box when she heard this. She quickly put down the food box and prepared to lead Lady Han to the other side of the hall.
Yue Zhan raised his hand to stop her, ordering her to serve Shi Lan her meal, and then strode towards the study on the other side.
The lady-in-waiting turned and gestured to the young apprentice, then followed behind him with light, deliberate steps.
The room was not small. After passing through layers of curtains, just as Lady Han was about to step over the high threshold, she heard Yue Zhan ask abruptly, "Tell me the truth about her health."
Ms. Han paused for a moment, quickly considering her words.
Yue Zhannian was only fifteen years old when he dared to lead an army to pursue the Turks alone and won a great victory. He was appointed Grand Commander as soon as he came of age. Han, the Lady, had been here for five or six years. Although she had only seen Yue Zhannian a few times, she knew from the servants in the mansion that this Grand Commander was a man who would not flinch even if Mount Tai were to fall on him. Today, she was already surprised to see him disregarding the hierarchy and taking the pulse of the maid. Seeing him so anxious that he couldn't even wait for her to sit down, she could imagine how surprised she was.
“The lady’s pulse is extremely weak and shallow, indicating severe internal depletion. Logically, she shouldn’t be like this at her age. I suspect that she accidentally ingested some kind of medicine when she was young, which damaged her vital energy. The subsequent treatment was also inappropriate, leading to her poor health. She can easily catch a chill and the symptoms will manifest on her skin.”
Yue Zhan frowned and said in a deep voice, "Do you have a cure?"
Ms. Han shook her head and said, "She needs to rest and recuperate slowly. Perhaps she can recover a little over time."
Yue Zhan's heart trembled. The image of that deadly arrow flashed before his eyes again, along with the warmth of the little chubby baby nestled against his back and the image of her soft body falling into his arms and gradually growing cold. "You can use any of the medicinal herbs in this manor. All I want is for her to live. Do you understand?"
Yue Zhan lowered his head slightly, his eyes looking coldly from the corner of his eye, his fierce gaze like a sharp arrow shooting straight at Lady Han.
Han felt a chill run through her body, and the hairs on her body stood on end. At that moment, she was absolutely certain that if anything happened to this servant, even though she held an official position in the imperial court, Yue Zhan would definitely make her pay with her life.
With her life at stake, Lady Han dared not hesitate and hurriedly said, "Rest assured, Grand Commander, I will do my utmost to ensure your health."
Yue Zhan nodded heavily, took two steps, then stopped and said, "She doesn't like bitter tastes, so find a way to make the medicine sweeter."
Han, the female historian, accepted the order, and as soon as Yue Zhan left, her face immediately wrinkled.
In this world, good medicine always tastes bitter; I've never heard of medicine being sweet.
The young apprentice quietly came over, put down his medicine box, and rolled up his sleeves to grind ink.
Han, the female historian, sighed softly and resignedly began writing the prescription.
Inside the room, Shi Lan had just drunk most of a bowl of soup noodles. The hot soup contained soft, mushy noodles that slid down her throat, making her feel warm all over.
Zhu'er replaced the candle and wanted to add more, but Shi Lan quickly stopped her.
It's getting late, and if you eat too much at once, you'll have indigestion at night.
"When did Ah Lang arrive?"
Clutching the shawl that was about to slip off, Shi Lan leaned against the soft pillows and said.
"He arrived when the lamps were lit. Ah Lang was afraid of disturbing your rest, so he's been reading official documents by the bedside," Zhu'er said with a hint of joy in her voice. In her opinion, it was extremely rare for her master to receive such treatment.
Shi Lan shook her head and chuckled. What a silly girl, she's so happy about such a small thing.
From the original owner's memories, she already knew that there was a girl named Qinghong in this mansion, who was Yue Zhan's darling. Qinghong had been in the mansion for several years now. It was said that when she first arrived, someone in the mansion took advantage of her young age and neglected her. Not only did she beat her up, but she also kicked her out of the mansion. That person was a relative of the mansion's steward. The steward was not about to let it go after being humiliated by her. He immediately went to find Yue Zhan, but to his surprise, he just laughed and said that she was unruly and unruly. And then... that was it.
"Okay, I understand. It's getting late, let's turn off the lights and go to sleep," Shi Lan said, pulling off her shawl and sliding herself into the covers.
Zhu'er hesitated for a moment, then turned to look outside. "My lady, why don't you wait a while? Ah Lang hasn't returned yet."
Shi Lan said with her eyes half-closed, "He's been here for most of the night. He must have had some official business to attend to when he went out. Who knows if he'll come back?"
Zhu'er opened her mouth, as if to say that he had gone to the study, but when she turned her head and saw Shi Lan with his eyes closed and breathing softly, she closed her mouth again.
The curtain at the doorway fluttered gently, and a tall figure lifted the curtain and walked in. Pearl was overjoyed and hurried forward.
Yue Zhan waved his hand and pointed outside.
Pearl nodded in understanding and quietly walked out.
Yue Zhan sat on the edge of the couch, turned to look at Shi Lan, and after a long while he sighed. He leaned against the couch, picked up the official documents he had put down earlier, and began to read them carefully.
About half an hour later, Zhu'er came in carrying a tray with steaming shallow bowls on it.
Yue Zhan waved to her, then turned and gently patted Shi Lan's back, "Lan Niang, wake up, it's time to take your medicine."
Shi Lan was a little drowsy. She muttered something to herself and turned over to continue sleeping.
Yue Zhan was both amused and exasperated, so he picked her up and gently rocked her.
He used to feel helpless whenever Sweetie reported that she refused to get out of bed, and now he felt the same way.
Sweet, heartwarming, and fun.
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