"I had a very pleasant conversation with him that day. When we parted, I threw aside my girlish reserve and asked him his name."
"He told me his name was Wei Yunchen. I thought I would never see him again."
"But unexpectedly, three days ago, on the way to Linghui Temple, I ran into him again. He was seriously injured and lying in a pool of blood."
"I was very scared at the time, so I gave him the hemostatic pills my sister gave him and bandaged his wound."
"He woke up once, said a few words, and then fell asleep again. He also had a fever later."
"I took him with me to Linghui Temple and entrusted him to the care of the abbot of Linghui Temple."
"But when I went to see him yesterday, Master Huikong said that if his high fever continued, his life would be in danger."
"Sister, can you come with me to Linghui Temple and help me save him?"
Zhao Zhiyi anxiously held Qiu Yinong's hand. Qiu Yinong sighed, and the two finally met.
Qiu Yinong looked at Zhao Zhiyi and asked, "Do you have a crush on that young master?"
Zhao Zhiyi's cheeks flushed slightly, but she still nodded firmly: "Yes."
"Okay, sister will go with you." Then she lifted the thin quilt, got out of bed and put on her clothes.
Zhao Zhiyi was stunned. "Are we going now?"
Qiu Yinong turned around, looked at her, and laughed: "Why, don't you want to save her?"
Seeing the little girl blinking her eyes, she couldn't help but laugh.
Zhao Zhiyi quickly came back to his senses, shook his head, and nodded.
Qiu Yinong teased her deliberately: "Do you want to or not?"
"I do." Zhao Zhiyi answered without thinking. Qiu Yinong scratched her nose lovingly.
"Go get dressed."
"Qingyuan, go inform Ayun and Brother Jingxu and ask them to accompany us."
Qiu Yinong changed her clothes, walked to the outer room and knocked on the door of the ear room.
Qing Yuan had heard the conversation between the two and quickly responded, "Master, don't worry."
When Zhao Zhiyi finished and walked out, Chu Hongyun and Jingxu were already waiting in the outer room drinking tea. Seeing them come out, Chu Hongyun asked, "Are we leaving now?"
"Well, let's go." Qiu Yinong nodded. Chu Hongyun agreed, stood up and followed her.
Without alerting anyone else, Chu Hongyun and Jing Xu drove the two sisters towards Linghui Temple.
Half an hour later, we arrived at the gate of Linghui Temple.
Jingxu jumped out of the car and knocked on the door.
After a while, a young novice monk opened the door and said, "Amitabha, all the incense rooms in this temple are full. Donors, please find another place."
"Little monk, we are not here to stay, we are here to save people." Jing Xu said happily.
The young monk was puzzled, but when he saw Zhao Zhiyi coming down, he understood.
"Miss Zhao, are you here to visit Mr. Wei?"
"How is he?"
"The fever is still high." The little monk shook his head. The master had tried everything. The wounds had obviously begun to heal, but for some reason the fever just wouldn't go away.
Zhao Zhiyi was anxious and looked at Qiu Yinong. Qiu Yinong patted her hands and comforted her, "It's okay, trust me, sister."
"Okay." Zhao Zhiyi nodded quickly.
The little monk stepped aside to let them in.
When he was about to close the door, he saw that the horse was not tied up. The young monk said quickly: "Donor, your carriage is not tied up."
"It's okay, it won't run around." Qiu Yinong replied. The little monk looked again and saw that the two horses were indeed standing there proudly, only using their tails to lightly sweep away mosquitoes.
After thinking about it, he was still afraid that such a good horse would be lost, so he ran to open the side door.
He led the carriage into the temple, then closed the door and followed.
Jingxu saw the little monk's actions and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
The light was on in the room where Wei Yunchen lived. The little monk caught up with him, knocked on the door, and breathed slightly.
An old man's voice came from inside the house: "But Juexin is here?"
"Master, Zhao Tanyue is here." Juexin responded from outside the door.
After a while, the door was opened and a spirited old monk appeared. When he saw Qiu Yinong and his group, he clasped his hands together and shouted "Amitabha".
"Why are you visiting at night?"
"Master Huikong, this is my elder sister, who is well versed in medicine. I asked her to treat Master Wei."
"So that's how it is. Please come in, female donor." Master Huikong stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation.
Qiu Yinong glanced inside the room and said to Zhao Zhiyi, "You and Brother Jingxu wait outside for a moment. Ah Yun, come in with me."
"good."
Chu Hongyun and Jing Xu responded at the same time, and Zhao Zhiyi could only nod.
When I entered the room, I found it was simply furnished. A handsome man was lying on the bed with flushed cheeks and a wet towel on his forehead.
The tip of my nose was filled with the aroma of medicine, mostly herbs for reducing fever and inflammation.
It seems that the old monk is also knowledgeable about medicine. Qiu Yinong didn't waste any words and went straight forward to take the pulse.
After a while, he let go of his hand and said, "Master Huikong's treatment is correct, but his high fever is not caused by inflammation of the wound, but by toxins in his body."
Fortunately, Zhiyi gave him the hemostatic pill she made, which contained spiritual spring water, otherwise this man would have died long ago.
The world today has indeed become a great independent world, and everything has deviated from it.
Wei Yunchen was originally assassinated by an assassin, but now he was poisoned.
Obviously, the wife of the Duke of Yong'an didn't want him to live.
"Poisoned, but he doesn't look like it." Master Huikong was also a little dumbfounded. How could he be poisoned?
Qiu Yinong took out a silver needle and said, "Because my sister fed him the pill I made earlier, the pill has a certain detoxification effect, so it didn't kill him directly."
"So that's how it is." Master Huikong had an expression that said, "So that's how it is."
With the Thirteen Needles of Taiyi combined with the power of life, the toxins in his body quickly disappeared, and he no longer needed to take detoxification pills.
The person woke up quickly. Wei Yunchen was still a little dazed when he opened his eyes and didn't know where he was.
When he saw Qiu Yinong, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but quickly disappeared.
That was just a normal reaction when seeing something beautiful. Wei Yunchen bowed politely and said, "Please forgive me for being unable to move right now. May I ask, young lady, where is Miss Zhao who brought me here?"
Qiu Yinong raised the corner of her mouth slightly and nodded with satisfaction. Fortunately, this guy's setting of falling in love with his sister at first sight has not changed.
"Master Huikong, I would like to say a few words to him. Could you please make it easier for me?" Qiu Yinong looked at Master Huikong.
Master Huikong was surprised at the high medical skills of the beautiful female donor in front of him. When he heard about her birth, he nodded quickly.
When Zhao Zhiyi saw Master Huikong coming out, he hurried forward and asked anxiously, "Master, how is my sister doing?"
"Zhao Tanyue, don't worry, the person has woken up, but Tanyue's sister said she wants to talk to that young master for a few words, please wait a moment."
When Zhao Zhiyi heard that the person had woken up, he was immediately overjoyed.
Wei Yunchen looked at Qiu Yinong in confusion and asked, "I wonder what the lady wants to say to me?"
"Then I'll get straight to the point, Prince Yong'an."
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