During their journey to Beijing, Ji Zhuo and Lin Xihe stayed together day and night.
Although Ji Zhuo still claimed that his anger had not subsided, his actions showed that he was taking increasingly meticulous care of Lin Xihe.
Under such gentle care, Lin Xihe's initially impatient temper gradually subsided. Whenever she was about to lose her temper, Ji Zhuo could always sense her emotions at the fastest speed and then make concessions first.
When they rested at night, the two would snuggle together and embrace tightly, like lovers who were deeply in love and inseparable.
That day, after traveling overnight, Lin Xihe suddenly felt unwell and developed a low-grade fever after taking a nap.
Upon seeing this, Ji Zhuo hurriedly instructed the coachman Jiang Feng to speed up the journey, while also sending Lang Yue ahead to search for a doctor.
Not long after, Lang Yue hurriedly returned. He said that he had encountered a woman in pink by the riverbank. At that time, she was drying herbs, and upon inquiring, he learned that this woman was actually skilled in medicine.
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately rushed towards the woman's location.
Lin Xihe's low-grade fever worsened, and her physical discomfort made her feel increasingly unwell. Before long, it turned into a high fever, and she became delirious and fell into a semi-comatose state.
Upon arrival at their destination, Ji Zhuo carefully carried Lin Xihe out of the carriage.
Hearing the commotion outside the courtyard, the woman in pink gracefully stepped out to greet them.
She wore a simple pink dress; although the fabric was not luxurious or expensive, it could not hide her elegant and refined temperament.
She had a beautiful face, a delicate nose, cherry-like lips, and jet-black hair that cascaded smoothly over her shoulders. Every gesture she made exuded a gentle and elegant charm. Her gaze swept lightly over the crowd, but ultimately lingered on Ji Zhuo's handsome and extraordinary face.
Although Lin Xihe was already extremely weak from the fever, she still managed to nod slightly to the woman in pink.
The woman in pink seemed to be stunned for a moment, but when she saw the anxious look on Ji Zhuo's face, she came back to her senses and asked softly, "Is this young lady running a fever?"
"That's right, would it be convenient for us to come in?" Ji Zhuo's voice carried a hint of urgency.
"Please come in. My home is rather simple, but I hope you won't find it offensive, sir." The woman in pink bowed slightly, her tone gentle and polite.
"We've only come here for medical treatment, so please don't worry about it, young lady." With that, Ji Zhuo quickened his pace and carried Lin Xihe straight into the house.
Lin Xihe was gently placed on the bed. The woman in pink calmly brought a stool, sat elegantly in front of Lin Xihe, and then stretched out her delicate hand to gently place it on Lin Xihe's wrist to carefully take her pulse.
Ji Zhuo paced anxiously to the side, his heart burning with worry, yet he forced himself to suppress his inner turmoil and waited quietly.
Only after seeing the woman slowly withdraw her hand did Ji Zhuo eagerly ask, "How did it go?"
“This young lady is already frail, and she has been exposed to a cold, which has caused her high fever. Fortunately, it is not a serious or difficult illness, so there is no need to worry too much.” The girl in pink spoke calmly, “I happen to have some medicinal herbs here, and I will have someone prepare them in a moment. After the young lady takes them, she should feel better. However, this fever is very prone to recurrence. In my opinion, it would be best to stay here for two days for observation and treatment.”
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss," Ji Zhuo said, his gaze never leaving Lin Xihe, filled with tenderness.
At this moment, Lang Yue handed over a silver ingot: "Miss, this is the consultation fee. I'm afraid I'll be troubling you for the next two days. If there's anything I can help you with, please feel free to ask. I can also do things like brewing medicine."
The woman in pink glanced at Ji Zhuo, who was focused on Lin Xihe lying on the bed. The woman in pink pursed her lips, turned her head slightly, and then slowly accepted the silver ingot.
Under Ji Zhuo's care, Lin Xihe forced herself to drink the medicine down her throat despite the bitterness, and then gradually drifted into a deep sleep.
More than an hour passed quietly. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Lin Xihe's forehead, and the heat in her body gradually subsided before she slowly woke up.
The moment I woke up, the first thing I saw was Ji Zhuo's concerned face; he was still quietly guarding me.
"A-Zhuo," Lin Xihe called softly.
"Awake? Do you still feel unwell?" Ji Zhuo's voice was full of gentleness.
"It hurts, my head feels like it's been hit hard. And it wasn't just one person, there were probably several people beating me up. I suspect it was you, and the Lang brothers, Lang Yue and Lang Feng, who ambushed me from the shadows." Lin Xihe said with a frown and a slightly coquettish tone.
"If he can still joke like this, he must be alright."
Ji Zhuo finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Lin Xihe propped herself up and slowly sat up.
Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.
Ji Zhuo got up, wrapped Lin Xihe in the quilt, and then quickly walked to the door. He opened the door and saw that the person who came in was the gentle girl in pink.
"Young master, you have been guarding us all afternoon. I specially cooked some porridge for you, please have some too," said Sun Ningxiang, the girl in pink, softly. Her voice was as gentle and soothing as a spring breeze.
At this moment, Lang Yue was brewing medicine in the side courtyard, while Lang Feng was sent out to buy some candied fruit and food, and also to check how far it was from the next city.
Although Sun Ningxiang mentioned that Lin Xihe's health might fluctuate for another two days, Ji Zhuo was still considering taking her to a place with better conditions to recuperate for two days if the next city was nearby.
Ji Zhuo reached out and took the bowl of porridge, sincerely thanking him: "Thank you very much. It's just in time for you to come, miss. Please help me take her pulse again."
After saying this, Ji Zhuo stepped aside to make way for him.
Sun Ningxiang raised her head slightly and looked into the room, only to find that Lin Xihe had already woken up and was now curiously peeking at her. A slight blush rose on her cheeks, and she walked into the room with a bit of a fluster.
As soon as Lin Xihe saw the person enter the house, she quickly said, "Thank you for saving me, young lady."
"Please don't be so polite, young lady. Let me take your pulse again." Sun Ningxiang stepped forward and gently placed her hand on Lin Xihe's wrist once more, focusing intently on taking her pulse.
"She is now out of danger, but she is still a little weak and needs more care."
"Young lady, you are so young yet so skilled in medicine, it is truly admirable. I have troubled you for so long, may I ask your surname?" Lin Xihe felt a little awkward always addressing her as "young lady", so she asked frankly.
"You flatter me, young lady. My name is Sun Ningxiang. May I ask how you and the young master address each other?"
What?
Sun Ningxiang?
Upon hearing this name, Lin Xihe was startled. Was this the female lead who was supposed to save Ji Zhuo when he was injured?
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