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The blood at Tang Feng's mouth brought tears to Zhou Ziliang's eyes. Having led troops in countless battles over the years, he had seen all sorts of injuries, but the blood on Tang Feng's lips was particularly striking. "Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng!" Zhou Ziliang shook Tang Feng in his arms, but Tang Feng was unresponsive and had already fainted. Zhou Ziliang picked up Tang Feng and ran down the mountain. Chen Ke saw Zhou Ziliang coming out and was about to go to meet him when she saw Tang Feng in his arms, pale-faced with blood at the corner of his mouth. Although Zhou Ziliang was dressed in wedding clothes, making the blood less visible, Chen Ke, with her sharp eyes, quickly stepped forward and asked, "Young Master, what happened?" "Xiao Feng just vomited blood! Quickly, get me a horse! Is Old Wu at the military camp?"
Chen Ke quickly led Zhou Ziliang's horse over, handed him the whip, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, please come quickly, this subordinate will be there soon." Liu Yiwan, who was standing nearby, saw Tang Feng like this and quickly asked, "Should I go back to the manor to report first?"
"No!" Zhou Ziliang thought of Xu Chang'an who had just stopped them, fearing that Liu Yiwan would be suspected if he returned. "You go to the military camp with Chen Ke, I'll go back first." Zhou Ziliang mounted his horse and spurred it back to the military camp. Tang Feng had previously spent some time in the military camp with Zhou Ziliang, and the soldiers all quite liked this unpretentious young master. Seeing Tang Feng like this, they hurriedly carried him into the tent. Zhou Ziliang then went to find the military doctor, lifted the tent flap, grabbed the old doctor's hand, and ran out. "Young Marquis... what are you doing... so flustered, what kind of behavior is this? If you continue like this, I will have to tell your father..." "Hey, hey, hey, hey! Wait a minute!" The old military doctor was half-dragged, half-pulled into the tent by Zhou Ziliang. Seeing Tang Feng dressed in wedding attire, his mouth full of blood, he couldn't help but frown. "This... Quick! Bring me my wooden box." Chen Ke knew the old military doctor needed to take the pulse, so he quickly placed a stool in front of Tang Feng's bed. The old military doctor took Tang Feng's hand and carefully began to take his pulse, then his brows furrowed more and more. "Young Marquis, does your young master have any chronic illnesses?" Zhou Ziliang then looked at Liu Yiwan standing to the side. Liu Yiwan quickly shook her head. "Although my young master has been weak and sickly since childhood, it's something he was born with. He's grown up and is fine now. He doesn't have any chronic illnesses."
"That's really strange." The old army doctor pulled out several silver needles from the wooden box and slowly inserted them into Tang Feng's tiger's mouth and chest. "His body doesn't seem quite right. Although we don't know the origin of this illness, it feels like it's been going on for many years! It's like a chronic disease that can't be cured."
"I... My family just had a funeral a few days ago, and the young master is devastated, isn't he...?"
“No, being overwhelmed with grief can cause illness, but that's not the root cause,” the old military doctor said to Zhou Ziliang as he removed the silver needles. “I need to study this illness further. You stay here and watch over him. There's still blood stasis in his lungs; we don't know when he'll wake up. Call me when he does.” Zhou Ziliang nodded in agreement, then asked Chen Ke to take the old doctor back. He sat down beside Tang Feng's bed, took his hand, and said, “Xiao Feng, you said you'd stay with me for life, but now it's only been half a lifetime. You mustn't break your promise…”
Tang Feng didn't sleep well in bed. He vaguely remembered that at first, he felt a dull pain in his chest while in the snow, but it gradually turned into an unbearable stabbing pain. Finally, a metallic taste filled his mouth, and he lost consciousness. Tang Feng seemed to hear Uncle Li and Aunt Li's voices, "Doctor! This child is so unfortunate, he doesn't even have any relatives to take care of him... You must save him!" Ah... He was back again. Hearing Uncle Li pleading with the doctor for him, he realized he was still in the hospital. But Tang Feng's heart was filled with thoughts of Zhou Ziliang and the others in Xiling. Before he could hear the doctor speak, he fell into a coma again.
Zhou Ziliang, who had been busy all night, propped himself up and slept for a while beside Tang Feng's bed. He had just fallen asleep when he heard Tang Feng coughing. "Cough cough cough... cough... ugh..." Tang Feng, lying on the bed, suddenly coughed, then turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. Zhou Ziliang quickly got up, patted Tang Feng's back, and called out, "Chen Ke! Quickly, get Old Wu here! Hurry!" Tang Feng slowly opened his eyes, gradually regaining his senses. "Ziliang..." Tang Feng called out, but Zhou Ziliang found his voice incredibly hoarse, and his throat had an indescribable swelling and pain. Zhou Ziliang poured a glass of water from the table, helped Tang Feng sit up, and let him lean against his shoulder, slowly feeding him the water. "You really scared me to death! Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well? You spat out so much blood, and your breathing became so weak all of a sudden." Tang Feng, resting his head on Zhou Ziliang's shoulder, smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry for making you worry. I just thought... I haven't been resting well lately, I never imagined it was this serious."
"You're awake! Good that you're awake." The old military doctor came in and, seeing that Tang Feng was awake, sat down to take his pulse. He stroked his beard and probed for a long time. Tang Feng didn't dare to speak, quietly waiting for the old doctor to speak. "Young master, I dare not make a definitive diagnosis about your illness. Your pulse is weak, and your heart and lungs are not very good, which is why you've been coughing. As for the cause of the vomiting blood... I still need to consult ancient books. In the future, please don't have too many emotional fluctuations or worry too much, as it's not good for your health." He then turned to Zhou Ziliang and gave him a few more instructions. "Young master, you're not good to be exposed to wind. I'll prescribe some Chinese medicine for you to take first. If you're still not feeling well, and your chest feels tight, let him go out for some fresh air. As for your diet, it's best to keep it light." Zhou Ziliang noted everything down and then said, "Thank you, Elder Wu. I entrust Xiao Feng's illness to you." After the old military doctor left, Tang Feng leaned against Zhou Ziliang and said softly, "Ziliang... don't be angry. I really didn't know I would be like this."
"How could I dare to be angry with you? I just felt sorry for you because you endured it all day." Zhou Ziliang thought about how Tang Feng's face was not good when they went to pick him up for the wedding today. He endured it all the way, knelt down so many times, and even went up the mountain in the wind and snow. He was completely unaware of this until Tang Feng collapsed in his arms, and only then did he start to worry.
"I'm hungry..." Tang Feng hadn't eaten much since yesterday, and now that he felt a bit better, his stomach was growling. Seeing that Tang Feng wanted to eat, Zhou Ziliang helped him lean against the pillows while he went outside to get some porridge. Old Zhang, who was outside wielding a ladle, knew Tang Feng was awake and had specially made some freshly cooked fish porridge. "Young Master, I know you're awake. Please drink it while it's hot."
Old Zhang's porridge was sweet and fragrant, and with a sprinkle of chopped scallions, it smelled even better. Zhou Ziliang fed Tang Feng spoonful by spoonful, afraid that he would choke if he fed him too fast. Tang Feng looked at Zhou Ziliang and said, "Ziliang... Today is our wedding day, which should be a time of joyous celebration, but I've turned it into this. Do I owe you more and more? Ever since you were punished for me at Lishan Academy, I've never been able to repay you."
After listening to Tang Feng's words, Zhou Ziliang sighed, "You... you're good in every way, but you're too heavy-hearted. Today's wedding, and Liu Liu's death, you've pushed everything onto yourself. How can you bear it? There are so many people around you, can't they help you even a little bit? Don't think too much. It's a matter of a lifetime, how can you figure it out in one night?"
Upon hearing Zhou Ziliang mention Qin Liuliu, Tang Feng's face paled. "I didn't want to overthink it, but... he..." Tang Feng gripped the blanket tightly, seemingly suppressing something. "Ziliang, forget it. You're right. How can you figure out something that will take a lifetime in just one night?"
"Once you're feeling better, I'll resign from my official post and take you to live a secluded life in the mountains, far removed from worldly affairs."
Tang Feng stayed in the military camp for a day. The next day, he asked Zhou Ziliang to take him back. However, Zhou Ziliang was worried that Tang Feng's health hadn't fully recovered, especially since the old army doctor had said that Tang Feng's illness was difficult to treat. He didn't dare to take Tang Feng back rashly, but Tang Feng insisted on going back. "Who runs away halfway through a wedding? Elopement! Let's go back! Either way, we'll just have to rest in bed. I'm feeling much better now. If we don't go back soon, my mother and the others will worry." Zhou Ziliang couldn't persuade Tang Feng otherwise, so he asked Liu Yiwan to arrange a carriage. Although Liu Yiwan was usually unreliable, he was surprisingly dependable when it came to matters. He not only put thick cushions in the carriage for Tang Feng, but even... A heater was also placed inside. Tang Feng went straight back to the Zhou residence. After all, Madam Zhou had already prepared their wedding room, so naturally, he had to go there first. Seeing Tang Feng's sickly appearance, Madam Zhou took the Chinese medicine from Zhou Ziliang's hand and, fighting back tears, scolded him, "You child! Don't you know how uncomfortable you are? Your father and I stood outside the door, worried something might happen to you, but we didn't even come back to let you know. Why is my child's life so unfortunate? Even on his wedding day, he encounters something like this!" Tang Feng, seeing Madam Zhou sitting by the bed wiping away tears, quickly comforted her, "Mother... don't be angry, I just didn't want to trouble everyone..."
Zhou Ziliang patted Madam Zhou's shoulder and said softly, "Mother, Xiaofeng isn't fully recovered yet. If you're like this, he'll worry and won't be able to focus on recovering." Hearing this, Madam Zhou wiped away her tears and said to Tang Feng, "I won't say anymore. Let's drink your medicine first. You'll stay at home for the next few days. Your father and father have already started keeping an eye on the construction of the mansion for you. You can move out when it gets warmer. You can focus on recovering now. I'll make you something to eat." Tang Feng looked at the bowl of medicine in his hand, then at Zhou Ziliang beside him, "I don't really want to..."
"No, this is the only thing that's non-negotiable." Zhou Ziliang knew Tang Feng didn't want to drink the medicine. Looking at the dark, bitter-smelling liquid, Zhou Ziliang took the bowl from Tang Feng's hand, took a sip himself, then pulled Tang Feng into his arms and kissed him, slowly feeding him the medicine. Before Tang Feng could react, the medicine was already down his throat, his mouth filled with bitterness. Tang Feng choked, coughing and patting his chest. "What...what are you doing! Cough!" Zhou Ziliang held the empty bowl, helping Tang Feng catch his breath. "Who told Xiao Feng to avoid taking his medicine? Didn't you hear Old Wu say you can't skip a dose these days, you have to take it with every meal?"
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