Since you've gone this far, you must be absolutely certain.
Lu Xian didn't ramble on anymore.
The carriage bore the Xie family's insignia, allowing it to proceed unimpeded without anyone daring to stop it, though it did cause some delay.
Upon hearing the sound of horses' hooves, Yanling rushed out immediately, opened the door, and peered behind Lü Xian.
"Is there a doctor?"
But all Yan Ling saw was a pink woman wearing a hood, and she was taken aback.
Chu Yuan had already taken off her hood. "Young Master, it's me. I'm not a doctor, but I have a miraculous medicine for healing wounds. I heard that the Marquis was hit by a poisoned arrow. This medicine is extremely effective at removing poison. If you trust me, take it to the Marquis immediately. It will be effective within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."
After saying that, she did not take another step forward, leaving it entirely to Yanling to decide.
Seeing Yan Ling's hesitant expression, Lü Xian prepared to tell her that Xie Wei was also taking Chu Yuan's medicine.
Give him some decision.
However, he had barely begun to speak when Yan Ling raised her hand to interrupt him, saying, "You don't need to say anything, I believe her."
"Qingfeng, prepare hot water. I will personally feed Father his medicine."
Unexpectedly, Yan Ling trusted You Er so much. Qing Feng and Lü Xian were both taken aback. Chu Yuan didn't have time to pay attention to the two of them. She held the medicine and followed Yan Ling directly, not saying a word, silent and reserved.
Yet it has a magical calming power.
Upon arriving at the Marquis of Yan's bedroom, the once solemn and dignified man now lay lifeless, his lips pale, with poisonous blood oozing from his shoulder, staining his clothes black and murky.
Yanling carried hot water and medicine, and eagerly stepped forward.
Chu Yuan said gently, "The bleeding from this wound isn't much, but we can't ignore it. After you've given him the medicine, I'll give you some medicinal powder. Take off the Marquis's clothes and apply it to him."
"Thank you, You Yue." Yan Ling didn't turn around, but Chu Yuan seemed to hear a faint sob in his voice.
She raised the corners of her mouth slightly. "No need. All I want is for you to be well."
Yanling's back stiffened involuntarily.
But at this moment, he was concerned about his father's injuries and had no extra thoughts to spare for these sentimental matters. After feeding him the medicine and applying the powder, Yan Ling stayed by Yan Hou's side without blinking.
Chu Yuan did not leave, but since Yan Hou was disheveled, she could not stay in the inner room indefinitely, so she went outside to wait.
She and Yanling, one inside and one outside, were separated only by a screen. There were no outsiders in the room, and it was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing, faint, tense, and cautious.
It was quick, yet felt like an eternity. A section of candle wax hung from the table before Yan Mu let out a muffled groan, showing signs of waking up.
Yan Ling was overjoyed and got up to help him: "Father, you're finally awake! How are you feeling now?"
"Much better." Yan Mu's voice was hoarse, like a dried-up well, but his spirits were still good.
Yan Ling looked at his lips, which were no longer the frightening dark purple they had been before, but had returned to a rosy color.
He opened his eyes, glanced around, and then looked out into the room. "How long have I been unconscious? Who's in the outer room?"
Yan Ling looked up and saw Chu Yuan sitting there, her figure slender and delicate. Perhaps because her father had woken up, she seemed a little anxious, and her thin back was straightened more earnestly than usual.
She had the awkwardness of a young bride meeting her in-laws.
For no reason, Yan Ling found it amusing, and her lips involuntarily curved into a smile. "She is the second young lady of the You family, one of the Princess's companions."
The father was injured and unconscious, and the family physician was not available. The son had no choice but to search the whole city for a doctor. However, Xue Yuan was cunning and treacherous, and sent the Xingwu Guard to cause trouble.
Helpless, Xie Shaoshi sent his subordinates to invite his usual doctor, Liu, but they still ran into Xue Ye!
They'd love for you to fall seriously ill, that's why they're making things difficult for you at every turn.
Finally, with no other option, Xie Shaoshi's subordinates, in desperation, brought along You Yue, a young woman studying medicine at Doctor Liu's clinic, and also obtained antidotes and hemostatic drugs. With great difficulty, they managed to snatch their father back from the brink of death.
It sounds like it's just a matter of a few words, but the dangers involved are obvious to the Marquis of Yan.
He patted Yanling's hand reassuringly, "Thank you for your hard work."
"You are my father, I don't need to thank you for saving me. I really have to thank you, sir and Miss You Yue. If it weren't for them, your injuries probably wouldn't have healed so quickly."
They might even face life-threatening danger.
Yan Ling was filled with lingering fear; her face was ashen, but her eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night.
Yan Mu felt very sorry for him and nudged him, saying, "I'm fine, I'll recover after some rest. But you, how did you treat your guest? Did you expect a young lady to sit outside until dawn?"
"Hurry up and take him to the guest room to rest. By the way, where is Junior Tutor Xie?"
“He had something to do and went to the palace early this morning.”
Yan Ling blushed, listening obediently to Yan Mu's lecture while glancing furtively at Chu Yuan.
Her medicine is really powerful; she said her father would wake up in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
The wound on my back has stopped bleeding.
Yan Ling really wanted to go out and thank her in person, but for some reason, waves of heat rose up on his face, making him hesitate.
Yan Mu leaned against the pillow and keenly noticed his son's unusual behavior. His eyes flickered slightly. "Go on, what are you daydreaming about?"
Yan Ling stood up, "I, I..."
He stammered for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence. With his sharp eyes, he noticed that Yan Mu's teacup was empty, so he immediately picked it up and said, "Son, go and pour your father a cup of warm water. Drink more water, and you'll recover faster."
Yan Mu had a lot to say, but had his son's thoughts changed?
In the past, he only acted so silly and clueless in front of that girl from the Jiang family.
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