Chapter 450 Only Three Days Left
Yuwen Qian thought for a moment and said, "This thing, like the veil they wear, can prevent you from inhaling the miasma."
"oh?"
Shang Ruyi looked at it with a puzzled expression, then pointed to the cotton ropes on both sides: "What are these for?"
Yuwen Qian said, "This can be hung on the ear and won't fall off easily."
"Yeah?"
Seeing that Shang Ruyi was still hesitant, Yuwen Qian smiled faintly: "I'll teach you."
After saying that, he picked up the cotton cloth and put it on Shang Ruyi's face. Shang Ruyi subconsciously took a step back, but he had already put the two crescent-shaped cotton ropes behind her ears, gently wiped her earlobes with his palm, and then put them down.
Sure enough, the cotton cloth fit her face perfectly, much more convenient than those veils tied behind her head.
"...!"
Shang Ruyi opened her eyes wide in astonishment, both at the object itself and at Yuwen Qian's action.
How could he—
Fortunately, most of the people in the courtyard were standing behind him and did not see his movements clearly. Only Mu Xian and a few others in the house frowned and froze in place.
Yuwen Qian lowered his head, looked at Shang Ruyi's wide-open eyes, and smiled slightly.
Judging from his appearance, he was calm and open, as if he had just taught me to put that thing on, without any other thoughts or intentions. If I said anything, it would be as if I was being paranoid and having inappropriate ideas.
After a long silence, Shang Ruyi lowered her eyelids and said softly, "Thank you, elder brother."
Yuwen Qian said, "Go in and see him."
Shang Ruyi said nothing more and turned to walk into the house. Although she had moved to a new room, it was immediately filled with the smell of medicine and a faint burnt smell because of the patient. It was obvious that the people who had rushed into the fire to rescue people had charred residue on their bodies and had not yet had time to wash it off.
Shang Ruyi didn't care about any of that and walked into the inner room to the bedside.
At this moment, Yuwen Ye was lying quietly on the bed.
His face was ashen, and his lips were deathly pale. Even at such close range, one could not hear his breathing, nor could one see his chest rise and fall with each breath. Several acupuncture points on his body were pierced with silver needles as thin as cow hair, all of which were flashing incessantly, clearly trembling with the slight trembling of his body.
Two doctors were clearing his meridians.
"Feng Chen..."
The thought of his invincible and valiant appearance on the battlefield, and now lying here on the verge of death, needing two doctors to insert acupuncture needles to help him breathe, made Shang Ruyi feel a heart-wrenching pain. She subconsciously took a step forward.
At this moment, Mu Xian stopped her: "Young Madam."
Shang Ruyi glanced at him with red eyes. Because of the cotton cloth that Yuwen Qian had given her, the rest of her facial features were covered, leaving only her big, red, tearful eyes visible. This made her discomfort and pain even more palpable.
Mu Xian's breathing also became heavier.
He could only say, "Let the doctor finish the acupuncture first. Just now—the Second Young Master almost couldn't hold on."
"..."
Shang Ruyi gritted her teeth, too heartbroken to speak.
At this moment, as one of the doctors gently pulled a needle out of Yuwen Ye's Shencang acupoint, his pale lips trembled and he let out a soft breath.
At this moment, the taut chest finally showed signs of rising and falling.
The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, then turned around and said softly to Shang Ruyi, "Madam General, I am very grateful."
Shang Ruyi said, "No need for formalities. How is my husband now?"
At this moment, another doctor also removed the silver needles from Yuwen Ye's acupoint. This time, his breathing was clearer, and it seemed he had finally caught his breath. The two doctors stepped forward and carefully said, "Just now, the general was blocked by stagnant qi and was almost unable to pass. We used silver needles to clear his acupoints and unblock his meridians. For now, he is out of danger."
Everyone around breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Shang Ruyi's brows furrowed even more deeply.
She heard clearly that the two doctors had come to treat Yuwen Ye's symptoms after inhaling the thick smoke in the fire, and that he was only "temporarily" fine. But now, what was really weighing on him was his illness!
Shang Ruyi asked, "What about his illness?"
The two doctors turned pale instantly, exchanged a glance, and stammered, unable to speak.
Seeing the two of them looking uneasy, Shang Ruyi thought for a moment, then turned to the people behind her and said, "You should all go out first."
Mu Xian and the others were taken aback, but they understood her meaning. They could only glance at Yuwen Ye, who was still unconscious on the bed, and reluctantly leave the room. After they had all left, Shang Ruyi turned back to look at the two doctors, her expression darkening, and said, "If you have something to say, you can say it directly."
"..."
"You were only brought in at the last minute, so the general's illness is not your fault. But if you delay the general's treatment, I will not let you off lightly!"
Upon hearing what the general's wife said, both doctors were so frightened that they knelt down with a thud.
One of them hurriedly said, "Madam, please forgive us. The General's illness is indeed—we two are powerless to help."
Another person added, "Old Master He is the most famous doctor in Fufeng. He just woke up and gave us a few words of advice. Indeed, without the right medicine, I'm afraid the general's illness will be difficult to endure."
Hang in there...
These three words were like a knife piercing Shang Ruyi's heart.
She looked at Yuwen Ye on the bed, clenched her fists tightly, and said in a deep voice, "How much longer can he 'hold on'?"
The two exchanged a glance.
One of them cautiously replied, "At most, three days."
Shang Ruyi's breath hitched.
At that moment, in the room, which was so quiet that only Yuwen Ye's faint breathing could be heard, footsteps sounded again. The two doctors knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, and heard a gentle voice coming from above: "You two, go down first."
The two cautiously looked up and saw the elegant heir of the Duke, who had entered at some point and was standing behind the General's wife.
The two dared not say a word, only bowed, and then got up and scrambled out.
Shang Ruyi remained standing by the bed, her brows furrowed, her breathing rapid as she looked at Yuwen Ye's face, which was almost devoid of any life. Yet, she heard Yuwen Qian's voice again: "Now, do you believe me?"
"..."
She took a deep breath and slowly turned her head away.
Standing behind her, Yuwen Qian was now wearing the same cotton cloth that had just been given to her. Although it covered his handsome face, his clear and bright eyes appeared even more striking and beautiful after his features were obscured.
He looked at Shang Ruyi and said in a low voice, "Aren't you going to take him away?"
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