Chapter 117 An He is in a coma and is seriously injured.
Upon hearing this, the others hurriedly pulled Anhe up.
He returned to the boat from the water, the sound of the water breaking like the hissing and tearing of dry, stiff cloth being rubbed, which was unpleasant.
Anhe was dressed thinly today, and the wet fabric clung to his body, with drops of water from the corners of his clothes tinged with blood.
Zhao Liangxu knew that An He had almost lost consciousness.
The hand he was gripping didn't actually grip his own hand back.
If you are unconscious in the water, you will inevitably choke.
Zhao Liangxu simply pushed aside the restrained guards and first cleared An He's mouth and nose to prevent any mud or sand from obstructing his breathing.
These actions required the guards to think carefully, since Anhe never liked being touched by others.
But these things didn't matter to Zhao Liangxu.
She placed her hand on Anhe's chest to sense Anhe's condition.
She felt a slight tremor under her hands.
At least Anhe is still breathing.
Zhao Liangxu tried to wake Anhe, but he was frowning and didn't respond no matter how she called him.
She tried her best to recall the first aid skills she had learned.
Perhaps at this moment, Zhao Liangxu should be grateful that she is a person from the modern era.
In such situations, the most important thing is to remain calm.
Anhe's most serious injury was the wound on his back.
She quickly cleaned the area around Anhe's wound and then chose the most straightforward and simplest method of applying pressure to stop the bleeding.
Without looking up, Zhao Liangxu said, "Eunuch An's back injury is severe. Does anyone here know how to treat external injuries?"
One of the guards replied, "Actually, we all know them, but An You is the most familiar with them..."
"Stop dawdling. Who is An You? If he's not here, you'll have to come. Tell me how you want the wound treated simply, and I'll do it."
At this moment, Zhao Liangxu was almost ruthless, issuing orders to the guards without hesitation.
She pointed directly at the guard who had spoken. She had only wiped the wound briefly; she still needed someone knowledgeable to guide her on how to properly treat it.
The guards who were chosen trembled at Zhao Liangxu's commanding tone, as if they were seeing another An He. Without much thought, they followed Zhao Liangxu's instructions.
He could only explain how to clean the dirt and how to bandage the wound, word by word, and watch as Zhao Liangxu followed each instruction without hesitation, even though her hands were covered in warm blood.
With the help of the guard Zuo, Zhao Liangxu finally managed to stop the bleeding.
But she had never done such a thing; the wound treatment was at best perfunctory.
Zhao Liangxu turned An He's face to look at him; his face was even paler.
With those actions, she acted decisively, touching Anhe's wound repeatedly, but Anhe still did not wake up.
She checked Anhe's breathing.
Her breathing became even weaker, almost nonexistent.
Just then, a small boat rowed by.
A man dressed as an ordinary civilian stood on the small boat, pulling another bound figure along as they jumped onto Anhe's boat.
The guard who had been ordered by Zhao Liangxu spoke up at this moment: "He, he is An You."
Zhao Liangxu turned her head and looked over, only to see an ordinary-looking man.
She recognized the man; wasn't he the spy Anhe had sent out to track Lu Ming?
Since that's the case... Zhao Liangxu then turned her gaze to another person who was bound.
"...Princess Zhao, Lu Ming has been captured."
The sharp-eyed eunuch had already spotted the unconscious An He when he reported back: "Your Highness, what happened to him?"
He was busy tracking Lu Ming, and it was only because of Lu Ming that he came to Chuiyue Lake to stake out the place. He only knew that An He had suddenly come to Chuiyue Lake today, but the undercover agent was focused on the task of tracking Lu Ming. He only informed An He that he was here, and then continued to carry out his mission.
But today is almost the time for him to close the net.
No matter how well Lu Ming hides, there will always be clues wherever she goes.
He had already figured it out.
While waiting, the hidden spies heard noises coming from the lake.
Following An He's assassination attempt, Lu Ming also took action.
He seized the opportunity to catch up with her and grabbed her.
Now that he's on Anhe's ship, he never expected that Anhe would be so badly injured.
The eunuch hurriedly stepped forward and handed over a porcelain bottle: "Your Highness is too badly injured. This is a heart-locking pill that I always keep on hand. Let Your Highness take one."
Zhao Liangxu glanced at him, and the secret eunuch quickly explained, "These are pills to maintain the heart's pulse. They can keep the prince alive so that he can wait for the doctor to come and treat him in time."
Zhao Liangxu took the porcelain bottle, poured out a heart-locking pill, and fed it to Anhe.
Anhe had a very strong will to live, and he managed to take the pill even while unconscious.
Zhao Liangxu ordered the boat to be steered to the shore, where Zhang Sheng was anxiously waiting.
Upon seeing An He's condition, Zhang Sheng could no longer maintain his composure and rushed anxiously to An He's side: "Godfather! Godfather, what happened to you!"
He really couldn't understand why Anhe, who had been weak lately, had a rare smile on his face today and even went boating on the lake with Zhao Liangxu.
How did it become like this in just half a day?
Anhe twitched his eyebrows slightly, and the voice in his ear became clearer and clearer.
He coughed a few times, opened his eyes slightly, and said weakly, "What are you shouting about? Our family... cough cough... isn't dead yet."
The voice that Zhang Sheng called out to him sounded familiar.
Even while he was unconscious, he recalled certain unpleasant scenes.
Could it be that my reconciliation with Zhao Liangxu was fake, and all this time has been just a dream?
Is he still in a state of shock after vomiting blood?
Anhe was thinking in a daze, and finally opened his eyes due to the pain and worry in his body.
Anhe's vision was still blurry. After looking around, he fixed his gaze on Zhao Liangxu.
Everything that just happened was real.
He was breathing heavily, his breathing uneven, the pain in his body still throbbing. An He said, "What... didn't you see the injury on Zhao Liangxu's arm?"
Anhe coughed heavily twice, pulling at the wound on his back: "Why let that injury hang on her body for nothing?"
Only then did everyone notice that Zhao Liangxu's left sleeve was torn, and there was a patch of almost dried blood.
When Zhao Liangxu was treating Anhe's wound, her movements were very steady, and she gave orders with great composure, almost unaffected by the wound. This led everyone to subconsciously assume that the bloodstains on her arm were from Anhe.
Zhang Sheng said tremblingly, "Godfather, please don't get angry, be careful not to aggravate your wound."
"Let's go see Godmother's injury right away." Upon hearing this, Xia took the initiative to take on the task.
Zhang Sheng was about to say something when An He interrupted him.
An He closed his eyes, trying to ease the pain in his body, and then said, "...You, listen to Zhao Liangxu."
He stopped speaking. The heart-locking pill could only keep him from easily losing his breath and hold on until he was treated. Speaking again now would be deliberately tormenting himself.
Zhang Sheng was filled with confusion and shock upon hearing An He's words.
He was unaware that An He and Zhao Liangxu had already cleared up the misunderstanding.
In the end, Zhang Sheng complied with An He's wishes.
"Yes, Godfather, you should rest well. I will listen to Godmother in everything."
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Zhang Sheng found a royal physician to treat An He. Even the physician said after seeing An He's wound, "This sword wound is almost fatal to His Highness. Even if it didn't hit a vital spot, the depth is almost the same as a fatal wound."
"Fortunately, the bleeding has stopped. Your Majesty is truly blessed with good fortune and a long life."
The imperial physician prescribed many tonics and medicines for Anhe, and Zhao Liangxu was also required to take these medicines.
She was also seriously injured.
After returning to the An residence, Anhe fell into a coma again.
Anhe didn't wake up until almost evening the next day.
When he woke up, the room was already nearly dark. For a moment, Anhe felt disoriented and didn't know where he was.
But the splitting headache and the back pain that throbbed with the slightest movement told Anhe that what had happened before was not a dream.
He hadn't drunk any water all day, and his mouth was extremely dry.
There were no servants in the room. If we were to talk about serving, at most Zhang Sheng would be by his side, but Zhang Sheng was not there at the moment, probably busy with the tasks he had been assigned.
After all, with my injuries, it's normal for me to be unconscious for three or four days.
Zhang Sheng probably never expected that he would regain consciousness today.
Even Anhe himself was surprised that he was able to survive, and even wake up so early.
Anhe still remembers the feeling of sinking into the depths of the lake.
As soon as he lost his strength, the lake water revealed its true colors, almost dragging him down.
But as soon as he was caught by the lake water, Zhao Liangxu snatched him back.
An He had just gotten up when Zhao Liangxu entered and saw him.
"Eunuch An, do you have a death wish?" Zhao Liangxu said in an extremely dangerous tone.
She put down the medicine she was decocting and said, "Lie back down and don't move."
His wound was on his back, and he had to be careful not to put pressure on it even when resting in bed.
Zhao Liangxu thought An He had really gone mad.
She had barely woken up when she dared to get up and walk around on her own.
"Eunuch An, are you really not afraid that you might accidentally fall to your death in your own room?"
In his current state, his body can barely support him to stand up. If he falls due to weakness in his legs, it will aggravate his wounds and cause bleeding again. Then he probably won't have any more good luck.
Anhe realized she had no strength left, so she could only sit back on the bed, cough twice, and say, "Our family is in such a miserable state right now, and you heartless bastard, you can't even say a few nice words."
It seems that when people are sick, they are more likely to feel wronged and more likely to be willful.
An He felt extremely uncomfortable after being scolded by Zhao Liangxu.
Then his words became sarcastic again.
After saying that, he felt a pang of regret.
For Zhao Liangxu, this was an unexpected disaster. While he was unconscious, he could vaguely feel a pair of warm hands cleaning and stopping the bleeding at his wound. He knew that those hands belonged to Zhao Liangxu.
Zhao Liangxu also paid extra attention to his breathing and heartbeat. How could she say that he was heartless?
Anhe became melancholy to himself. Zhao Liangxu, mindful that he was a patient, didn't dwell on it. She took the medicine and sat down next to Anhe, saying, "Yes, you're in such a bad state, I won't hold it against you. Were you thirsty when you got up? Drink your medicine first."
That bowl of medicine had a stronger, more pungent smell than the medicinal food.
Anhe looked at the bowl of dark, murky medicine. Although she knew she had to drink it, she still felt a strong sense of resistance.
Zhao Liangxu was very kind at this moment. She stirred the medicine in the bowl with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful and held it to his lips: "Alright, Eunuch An, even if you hesitated for a long time, you still have to drink it in the end."
Hearing Zhao Liangxu's soft voice, Anhe felt a strange tingling sensation in her heart, and her heart beat even hotter and more excitedly.
He obediently opened his mouth and drank it.
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Author's Note: Eunuch An has returned, but he's still hypocritical.
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