usatvline Chapter 85 085 Meticulous Care
Chapter 85 085 Meticulous Care
Chapter 85 085 Careful Treatment
The carriage crossed most of the capital, braving the wind and rain, and returned to the back gate of the Marquis's residence. Ling Shu pulled on the reins to stop the horse, and heard Ye Pianran's voice coming from inside the carriage:
"Ling Shu, go through the back door and see if anyone else is inside."
Ling Shu responded, jumped down from the carriage, and went inside to investigate. Finding the Marquis's residence completely empty, she returned to the carriage, removing her raincoat and hat as she spoke:
"Miss, there is no one moving around in the mansion. Perhaps everyone is hiding indoors to avoid the rain and does not want to come out."
As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up and saw Ye Pianran and Lingyi carrying a man covered in blood out of the car. She was so shocked she almost fainted: "This—this—"
Ye Pianran said, "What are you standing there for? Come and lend a hand!"
"Oh!" Ling Shu responded with a pale face and hurriedly went forward to help.
The rain tonight was torrential, the raindrops falling like torrential beans, pounding against the windows of countless households in the capital. Because of the downpour, everyone stayed indoors, afraid of catching a cold from the dampness. This, however, made it easier for Ye Pianran to quietly bring Chunyu Yang into the Marquis of Anshi's residence and settle him in her room in Lanxin Courtyard.
The sudden appearance of a man in the young lady's boudoir made Lingyi and Lingshu feel very uneasy, but Ye Pianran did not think too much about it and calmly directed the two of them.
"Lingyi, go and boil some hot water right away. Lingshu, try to get some clean men's clothes, preferably ones that no one has ever worn."
"Yes, ma'am."
While the two women went to work, Ye Pianran wasn't idle either. She took a deep breath and used scissors to cut open all of Chunyu Yang's clothes. After carefully examining his upper body and finding no other wounds, she felt a slight sense of relief. Looking at the wound on his chest that she had simply treated, a thought suddenly struck Ye Pianran—
Previously, she could take rabbits to that peculiar spiritual realm to raise them. Could she also take others there now? Chunyu Yang's injuries were different from the ones on her face. He was seriously injured, almost to the point of death. The little bit of spiritual spring water he had before was not enough for him. If she could take him into the space and let him soak in the spiritual spring, perhaps he could recover completely by tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Ye Pianran grasped Chunyu Yang's cold hand and tried to touch the red birthmark on his tiger's mouth, hoping to bring him into the space. However, no matter how many times she tried, every time she opened her eyes in the space, she was still alone.
Rabbits can enter, but humans can't. What's the logic behind that? For the first time, Ye Pianran was annoyed by the unexpectedly large space that had appeared on her body. But she had no choice but to give up trying and took out a lot of spiritual spring water from it.
A short while later, Lingyi and Lingshu returned, each carrying hot water and clean clothes. Ye Pianran found a clean cotton cloth, soaked it in hot water, and carefully wiped away the bloodstains from Chunyu Yang's body. She then used the spiritual spring water to wash the wounds on his eyes and chest again. After she reapplied the medicine to his wounds, carefully wrapped the gauze, and changed him into a clean set of coarse cloth clothes, she herself was completely soaked with sweat.
Lingyi tenderly wiped the sweat from Ye Pianran's forehead with a silk handkerchief and said, "Miss, Lingshu and I can handle these matters. Why do you have to work so hard?"
Rubbing her sore arms, Ye Pianran smiled and said, "He saved my life, and this is a debt I should repay. Besides, have you ever seen a doctor let his maidservant treat patients?"
“But…men and women shouldn’t touch each other…” Ling Shu stammered, “and besides, you’re not married yet, Miss…”
Ye Pianran asked, "Do you know why your master is respectfully addressed as 'Sir'?"
Ling Shu shook his head: "I don't know."
"It's because in my master's eyes, there are only two kinds of people in this world. One is people who need to be cured, and the other is people who don't need to be cured." Ye Pianran's expression was calm, but her heart was filled with longing. "She never cared about worldly etiquette or the difference between men and women. Only by abandoning these and treating everyone in the world equally can one develop superb skills and eventually become a famous doctor."
Ling Shu bowed her head obediently and said, "This servant understands. This servant will not speak out of turn again."
"Alright, I'm not blaming you. Do we still have ginseng, angelica, and atractylodes in our Lanxin Courtyard?" Ye Pianran asked.
Lingyi said, "Yes, there are still some left over from when we treated the lady's health."
"Follow this prescription, take ten coins from each of you, boil them together into a medicinal soup, and then bring it to my room." Ye Pianran walked to the desk, quickly wrote down a prescription, and handed it to Lingyi. After a pause, she added, "Remember, you must not let anyone else find out. No one except the three of us is allowed to know that the Third Prince is injured."
"Yes." Lingyi's expression turned solemn as she took the prescription and left.
That night, Ye Pianran did not go to sleep. Instead, she sat by the bed with her medical books in her arms, reviewing the knowledge she had learned in the past two days by candlelight, while also taking care of the unconscious Chunyu Yang from time to time.
Although Chunyu Yang's heart was not injured, he was still greatly weakened. In addition, he was caught in the rain when he was transferred from the carriage to Lanxin Courtyard. Although the wound was treated with spiritual spring water, he still couldn't avoid developing a fever in the middle of the night.
His fever was unlike that of ordinary people. Although he was in great pain, he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound. His long, arched eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his face was so red that it seemed as if it could drip blood, his body trembled uncontrollably due to the alternation of hot and cold, and cold sweat kept pouring out of his forehead.
Seeing this, Ye Pianran quickly wrote another prescription to reduce the fever and asked Lingyi to get the medicine and boil it. Coincidentally, she had gone to the clinic that day to learn acupuncture and acupuncture from Liu Luluo. The first case she learned was treating a fever. Immediately following her memory, she used silver needles to prick several key acupoints on his body, releasing some hot blood. His expression eased a little.
The medicine was ready, but a new problem arose. No matter how hard Ye Pianran tried, Chunyu Yang remained tight-lipped and refused to speak. She couldn't prick him with a needle, nor could she forcefully pry him open with the Ling Shu and Ling Yi instruments. Having exhausted all other options, Ye Pianran could only try reasoning with him:
"Third Prince, if you can hear me, please open your mouth and drink the medicine. Please don't make things difficult for me, okay?"
Chunyu Yang remained unmoved, so Ye Pianran continued, "If you don't drink this medicine, and something really happens, the entire Marquis's mansion will probably be in grave danger... Alright, even if you don't consider the Marquis's mansion's situation, you should at least think about the young heir in the Prince's mansion, right? The Princess Consort passed away early, and now the young heir is all you have left. You wouldn't want to leave him to live alone in this world, would you?"
Chunyu Yang remained silent, while Ye Pianran was completely at a loss. Even the young master couldn't move him; he must truly be unconscious. What to do? Should she just give up? This was the first patient she had treated since she began studying medicine. If she failed, would it ruin her reputation?
Seeing her looking very troubled, Ling Shu suddenly had a bright idea and said to Ye Pianran, "Miss, why don't we try tickling him?"
Lingyi quickly tapped her on the head: "How dare you! This is the Third Prince! What kind of terrible idea is this!"
To everyone's surprise, Ye Pianran's eyes lit up, and she said, "This method is feasible! Ling Shu and Ling Yi, I'll leave this task to you!"
The young lady gave the order, and the maid had no choice but to obey. Lingyi went back to her room and found two feathers. While silently chanting Amitabha, she and Lingshu began to search for the ticklish spot on Chunyu Yang's body.
Chunyu Yang had practiced martial arts and served in the army for many years, which gave him a strong and upright physique. Every inch of his skin seemed to contain endless power, like a fully drawn bow ready to be released. Although he had many scars of different ages, they only added to his arrogance and domineering nature.
At first, no matter how much Ling Shu and Ling Yi scratched Chunyu Yang, he didn't react. But when the feather gently brushed against his waist muscles, Ye Pianran could clearly hear his breathing become heavier and his brows furrow even more deeply.
Ye Pianran said happily, "This is it, don't stop."
Upon hearing this, Lingyi and Lingshu scratched even harder. Chunyu Yang trembled slightly from the torment, his hands clenched into fists, and more beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he loosened his clenched teeth and let out an extremely painful gasp.
Finally, he opened his mouth! Ye Pianran seized the opportunity to put the spoon in her hand into his mouth and feed him the fever-reducing medicine. Unexpectedly, as soon as his tongue touched the medicine, he vomited it all up.
Ye Pianran was furious. What exactly did this person want?!
She tried to feed him again, but found he was clenching his teeth tightly. Ye Pianran looked at Ling Shu and Ling Yi and said angrily, "Continue!"
The torture continued, and Chunyu Yang was forced to loosen his grip again, but every time Ye Pianran fed him a bite, he would spit it out. Finally, Ye Pianran lost all patience and simply tilted her head back to drink a mouthful of medicine. She then stepped forward and sealed his lips with hers, transferring all the medicine to him before pressing her hands tightly against his mouth and nose.
The feeling of suffocation forced the unconscious Chunyu Yang to open his mouth to breathe, but instead of fresh air, he was met with a bitter, nauseating medicinal liquid. Experiencing this double torment of itchiness and bitterness, Chunyu Yang coughed violently, finally regaining some consciousness in a daze.
Ling Shu and Ling Yi were stunned by her actions, stammering, "Miss, you, you, you, you, you, you..." She actually kissed the Third Prince!
Ye Pianran then realized what she had just done, and her face flushed red all the way to her ears.
"Shut up! I'm a doctor now, this is the only useful way," she retorted weakly. Looking at the remaining medicine in the bowl, Ye Pianran took a deep breath, drank it all in again, and moved her lips toward the person lying down.
My master said that when practicing medicine and saving lives, one should forget worldly etiquette and the difference between men and women. You are just saving him. Besides, he is currently unconscious and knows nothing. What do you have to worry about?
Just like last time, Ye Pianran carefully passed all the bitter medicine in her mouth to Chunyu Yang. Just as she was about to withdraw and press his mouth and nose to force him to drink the medicine, a large hand suddenly landed on the back of her head, pressing her firmly to the spot. Startled, she was caught off guard by the invasion, and her mouth instantly fell. The other party, like a traveler deprived of water in the desert, desperately and domineeringly absorbed her sweetness.