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Chapter 190 - 121: Visitors from the Ran Family

Chapter 190: Chapter 121: Visitors from the Ran Family

In Yingmei Temple, the nun stared at the handsome man lying on Ran Yan’s bed, shocked for a long time before she regained her senses and asked in a trembling voice, "Wife, who is this man?"

Ran Yan answered distractedly, "A friend."

She looked at the plain white handkerchief in her hand, puzzled. Why hadn’t Xiao Song arrested Su Fu? Wasn’t he supposed to capture major criminals for the Court?

"Wife!" The nun sighed heavily. She felt that the wife was becoming more and more worrisome these days, although she had never been easy to handle before.

However, seeing Su Fu barely clinging to life, the nun didn’t say much in admonishment; upon seeing blood stains on the bed, she went out to fetch water.

Carrying water back, she wrung out the handkerchief to help clean Su Fu, meanwhile clearing the blood from the blankets, all the while fretting over what chaos this might cause if Mr. Gao learned of this matter. After much thought, she couldn’t help expressing, "Wife should not keep this gentleman here. Word might get out..."

"Once his condition stabilizes a little, I’ll move him to another location," Ran Yan responded.

"That’s the only option." It was a matter of life and death, and the nun had to compromise.

"Wife!" Just as the conversation in the room concluded, a servant called from outside, "Inspector Xiao has sent a doctor to examine you."

Ran Yan’s heart tightened then relaxed. She stood up, draped on a satin dress, and walked to the outer chamber, "Please invite the doctor in."

Ran Yan sat deferentially in the main seat, as the nun let down the bamboo curtain for privacy.

Not long after, the servant led in a slender young man dressed in a brown robe with a round neckline. He had a gaunt face and wore a black headwrap, lanky as a bamboo pole. The robe hung loosely on his body, hiding his physique, and with a large box slung over his shoulder, it swayed with each step he took, making one worry that the box might crush him at any moment.

"I am Liu Qingsong, long have I admired Lady Ran Shiqi’s great reputation!" The young man greeted enthusiastically with a bow toward Ran Yan, hidden behind the bamboo curtain.

Ran Yan said, "My son is sick, and I am not presentable enough to greet the doctor personally. I hope you understand."

"Not at all," mumbled Liu Qingsong as he set down his box, thinking, "If you really came out to greet me, I’d be torn apart by your gentleman friend."

The nun went out to lay a felt mat outside the curtain, politely saying, "Please have a seat."

Liu Qingsong sat down on the mat, and Ran Yan unwrapped her sling, extending her arm out from behind the curtain.

Liu Qingsong had heard that Ran Yan was highly skilled in medicine and autopsies, and he had intended to earnestly seek advice today. But recalling his own gentleman master, he immediately shut his mouth and carefully examined Ran Yan’s injury.

"The lady’s wound is healing very well. Just continue to rest well and take your medicine," Liu Qingsong concluded after inspecting Ran Yan’s injuries. He had a fair idea why his master had sent him; chiefly, it was to help attend to Ran Yan’s brother, so he said, "The gentleman has instructed me to attend to both the lady and her brother. May I see him...?"

Ran Yan paused for a moment, wondering about Xiao Song’s intentions. After some thought, she felt that although Xiao Song was a man of many schemes, his previous words didn’t seem deceitful. With Su Fu’s condition unable to be delayed, Ran Yan decided to trust him this time.

"Nun, lead Dr. Liu to see my brother," Ran Yan instructed.

The nun hesitated for a moment but eventually led Liu Qingsong to the inner chamber.

Liu Qingsong had not expected Ran Yan’s "brother" to have any serious illness, thinking that his master had merely sent him as a token gesture to win a lady’s favor. Yet, when his fingers touched Su Fu’s pulse, his always gentle face suddenly tensed. He quickly proceeded to examine more carefully.

After a thorough check, Liu Qingsong leapt up, skipping any formal pleasantries, rushed in, opened up the blankets, and rapidly administered treatment with silver needles and ginseng slices to preserve Su Fu’s life.

Ran Yan saw his condition through the curtain and couldn’t help but frown.

Time seemed to slow down, getting slower and slower. Ran Yan watched Liu Qingsong bustling about inside, almost rising several times to check, but she forcefully held back and sat quietly at the original spot, waiting.

About three quarters of an hour later, Liu Qingsong finally took a long breath, lifted his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and said, "Your brother’s injury is indeed very dangerous."

"Is he out of danger now?" Ran Yan straightened up and asked.

Sitting cross-legged on the felt, Liu Qingsong pondered for a moment and said, "Your brother’s heart meridian is damaged and his body contains at least three types of poison. Fortunately, half has been resolved. His life is temporarily saved, but he must remain calm and recuperate carefully in the future, strictly avoiding any mental stress and emotional strain, etc."

Even so, the patient’s lifespan had been significantly reduced. If he could not recuperate carefully, his life expectancy might be quite short. Liu Qingsong naturally couldn’t say these words outright, instead he emphasized the subsequent precautions with more gravity.

Ran Yan understood as well, and nodded slightly, saying, "Thank you, Doctor Liu."

Listening to the calm and steady voice behind the curtain, Liu Qingsong couldn’t help but take a closer look. The outline cast by the curtain faintly revealed that she was a beautiful woman, and her temperament was different from typical Southern women.

"Madam, if you want to thank someone, thank my lord. I merely followed orders and do not deserve thanks," Liu Qingsong added, not forgetting to credit Xiao Song for the efforts.

After writing down the prescription and instructing how to brew and take the medicine, Liu Qingsong then carried his large medicine box and swayed out of the courtyard.

Two hours had passed, and Wan Lu had just brought Wu Xiuhe back. After another diagnosis, what was said didn’t much differ from Liu Qingsong’s words, only more directly put.

No matter what, Su Fu temporarily couldn’t be moved elsewhere, but he couldn’t stay in Ran Yan’s bedroom either! Mrs. Xing cleaned up her room a bit, moved to squeeze in with Wan Lu and others, and freed up space for Su Fu.

No sooner had they finished dealing with this matter than a young nun came to report that someone from the Ran family had arrived.

Ran Yan had no good feelings for the Ran family, especially her Tang Dynasty father! A murder had occurred near Yingmei Temple over a month ago, yet he had shown no concern at all, truly disheartening. If not for Ran Yunsheng often coming to see her, Ran Yan might have forgotten she had any relation with the Ran Family at all.

Although Ran Yan disliked the Ran family and did not appreciate their inquiries about her matters, her blood relatives in this life were set, and she could not deny them. Eventually, matters like marriage still lay in their hands.

"Let’s go out," Ran Yan stood up and said.

Considering there was a strange gentleman hidden in the yard, Mrs. Xing didn’t say much but immediately helped her sort out her clothes, with Wan Lu and Ge Lan attending her as she walked out of Yingmei Temple.

Outside Yingmei Temple, in the rustling bamboo forest, a middle-aged man in a round-necked brocade robe stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by many servants and maids. Hearing footsteps, he turned around, his plump face smiling. Seeing Ran Yan’s raised hand, he asked with concern, "Did Seventeen injure her hand?"

What was both pleasing and annoying was that the visitor was not Ran Wen, but the father of Ran Shilang, Ran Pingyu. He appeared much thinner than before, with more white in his temples.

"Uncle," Ran Yan slightly bowed, her cold expression softened a bit as she said, "It’s just a minor injury. Uncle and cousin Shilang have both looked quite haggard lately. Has the marriage matter with the Qi family yet to be declined?"

Ran Yan often asked Ran Yunsheng about this, and he always told her not to worry and to take care of herself, but Ran Yunsheng hadn’t come by for several days, and she didn’t know if there was a problem.

Ran Pingyu said cheerfully, "Your cousin Shilang really loves you! Although I, Ran Pingyu, am but a merchant, who my daughter-in-law will be is not something just anyone can decide. It’s not about family status; at the very least, Shilang must like her. We recently settled on returning to Chang’an on the 20th of August, hence there are many arrangements to be made, and all business matters have been handed over to Shilang, thus he is a bit busier."

Ran Yan finally felt relieved.

In recent days, many people have been coming and going from Yingmei Temple, but it is still a nunnery with government personnel stationed there. If relationships can be kept absolutely clear, they should be, so Ran Yan did not invite Ran Pingyu inside, but instead sat down with him in the pavilion in the bamboo forest to talk. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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