This was because the toxicity had not completely subsided, and he struggled to get out of bed to fight off the drug's effects on his body, exhausting all his strength.
So Jiang Qi'an climbed up here because he was worried about him?
Thinking of this possibility, she looked at the man in her arms who had fallen into a coma. Although his face was pale, he still exuded a noble and refined air.
Su Ruojin felt as if a feather had brushed against her heart, but she quickly ignored it, dragged him back to the bed, and took his pulse: "Hmm, the two auras have been suppressed, so you don't seem to be in so much pain anymore. You'll wake up once the poison subsides."
After confirming that Jiang Qi'an was alright, Su Ruojin covered him with a blanket and then went to check on Xiao Bao and Old Madam Lin.
Xiao Bao was still sleeping peacefully, undisturbed by the outside world. Children sleep so well.
Madam Lin clutched her chest, her heart still pounding: "Xiao Jin, what exactly happened? Why would someone want to burn down the clinic?"
“Grandmother, it’s alright. Our clinic isn’t a place where just anyone can barge in. See, everything’s fine now.” Su Ruojin comforted her. “Those people were probably after Jiang Qi’an. Once he left, everything was fine.”
"Just who is this Jiang Qi'an?" Old Madam Lin could also tell that Jiang Qi'an's identity was extraordinary.
"Who cares who he is? He's a patient, and I'm the doctor. That's all we need to know. Knowing too much is actually not good," Su Ruojin said.
Madam Lin nodded: "You're right. Once we send the person away, everything will be fine, but what about Xiaobao?"
Calculating the time, it's time to send Xiaobao away as originally agreed. No matter how reluctant we are, he is someone else's child after all.
"When Jiang Qi'an wakes up tomorrow, I'll ask him if he wants to take Xiao Bao with him this time," Su Ruojin said.
Now, Xiao Bao's digestive system has recovered to the point where it's not much different from that of a normal child. He can also speak in two-word phrases, and his basic expression is fine. The rest depends on the support of his family to help him recover gradually.
No matter what, I'm not Xiaobao's family, and there are some things I can't do for him, so I can only leave them to Jiang Qi'an.
After finishing everything, Su Ruojin returned to her room and was about to rest for a while when she heard Yan Luo's voice outside the door.
“Miss, a young master surnamed Mu said he came all the way from the capital and has urgent business to attend to with Young Master Jiang.”
Young Master Mu of the capital?
Could it be a member of the Jiang family?
Su Ruojin sighed, resigned herself to her fate, got up, and went to the front hall of the clinic.
Upon seeing Mu Jingshan, Su Ruojin felt a sense of familiarity. Before she could recall where she had seen him before, Mu Jingshan rushed over, his face full of anxiety: "Doctor Su, how is Young Master Wang...?"
"May I ask who you are, sir?" Su Ruojin asked in return.
"Doctor Su, my name is Mu Jingshan, the physician of Young Master Jiang's residence. I have met you once before. I wonder if Young Master is... well now?"
Mu Jingshan didn't know what his lord's current condition was, and dared not ask directly, since no more than five people knew that the lord would suffer from poisoning every month.
Upon hearing Mu Jingshan's words, Su Ruojin remembered that she had seen him when she treated Old Master Su.
Judging from Mu Jingshan's travel-worn appearance, he must be the doctor responsible for helping Jiang Qi'an get through the monthly bouts of poisoning, and he must have been timing his visits to Jiang Qi'an accordingly.
Mu Jingshan was covered in sweat, and the anxiety in his eyes was genuine. Su Ruojin also told him the truth:
“Young Master Mu, don’t worry, Young Master Jiang is fine and has already fallen asleep. If you want to see him, you should wait until he wakes up. It seems you’ve also been traveling a long way. I’ll have someone arrange for you to rest first. Zhihua, take Young Master Mu to rest.”
“Yes, Miss.” Zhihua stepped forward. “Young Master Mu, this way please.”
Mu Jingshan didn't react for a moment. The prince was alright?
At this time of day, the prince would usually be in the most pain from the poison, but now he's asleep?
He didn't follow Zhihua; instead, he hesitated, unsure how to begin.
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