She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 90: Don’t Worry, I’m Back

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Don’t Worry, I’m Back

Yan Wanqing rushed out of the inner courtyard in a hurry, and just then she saw a woman supporting Huai Yu, whispering something intimately into her ear, the two of them as close as if they were whispering sweet nothings, which frightened Yan Wanqing into a cold sweat.

This was even more terrifying to her than hearing that Huai Yu had been assassinated.

"What are you doing!" she exclaimed in alarm.

She quickly walked over, by which time Huai Yu had already hurriedly distanced herself from the woman, and only then did Yan Wanqing recognize that the woman was someone she knew.

"Miss Wang, you haven’t returned to your residence yet?" Yan Wanqing asked coolly.

A flush rose on Wang Keren’s cheeks, and she nervously clutched her handkerchief, "I was about to leave, but then an emergency occurred. Right now, the Young Marquis is severely injured behind me and needs a doctor’s care. Please, Commandery Princess, call a doctor immediately."

Yan Wanqing saw the wound on Huai Yu’s abdomen, bleeding profusely; indeed, it was serious.

But Huai Yu had secrets on her, and Yan Wanqing could not entrust her to just any doctor.

So Yan Wanqing gestured to Cong Ge to support Huai Yu, looking at Wang Keren she said, "Thank you for the reminder, Miss Wang, I am aware now."

She then turned to look at Huai Yu, and their eyes met.

Yan Wanqing: "Are you okay?"

Huai Yu: "Don’t worry, I won’t die."

Yan Wanqing: "That’s good then."

As she did not understand medicine, and as the Princess Residence had just moved here and she had no trusted doctors nearby, it was indeed a tricky situation.

Yan Wanqing stepped forward to support Huai Yu on the other side and quietly asked, "What shall we do? Do you have someone you can trust?"

Huai Yu shook her head and gave a bitter smile, "It’s okay, I know a bit of medicine, I’ll handle it myself." After all, that was how she had managed all these years.

With some difficulty, they helped her inside the house, and Yan Wanqing was already sweating profusely.

As she stood up to wipe off her sweat, she saw Wang Keren standing at the doorway, peeking inside.

Suddenly feeling a surge of displeasure, Yan Wanqing asked, "Miss Wang hasn’t left yet?"

With her eyes fixed on Huai Yu inside the house, Wang Keren spoke softly, "The Young Marquis suffered such a severe injury largely because of me. Had it not been to save me, with the Young Marquis’s martial skills, it definitely wouldn’t have been a problem."

Hearing this, Yan Wanqing frowned and looked at Huai Yu: "You played the hero to save the beauty?"

At this moment, in pain, Huai Yu’s face turned nearly green, and with excessive bleeding making her head feel muddled, she didn’t get a chance to speak and directly fainted on the bed.

Yan Wanqing immediately became anxious, and gestured to Cong Ge, "Send Miss Wang out and also have someone immediately call a doctor from nearby."

Cong Ge hastened to the door, seeing that Wang Keren was still loitering, his expression turned cold: "Miss Wang, please!"

With tears in her eyes, Wang Keren wrung her handkerchief, turned around, and Cong Ge directly closed the door behind her.

With the bystanders gone, Yan Wanqing quickly stripped the clothing off Huai Yu.

The moment she saw the wound, she couldn’t help but gasp.

Apart from the fresh injury, bloody and with skin turned inside out, Huai Yu’s body was also covered with numerous other old wounds, most of which were circular, layered atop each other, destroying what should have been smooth and fair skin, leaving only terrifying scars.

She didn’t allow herself too much time to ponder, quickly pressing a clean linen against the wounds. Now all she could do was wait for the doctor to arrive, hoping Huai Yu could hold on a little longer.

If only Xiaoliu were home right now.

The thought suddenly flashed through Yan Wanqing’s mind.

Not accustomed to depending on others in either of her lives, she was startled by the thought.

The continuous pain-filled mumblings of the unconscious person filled her ears, and Yan Wanqing’s heart burned with urgency. Fortunately, Cong Ge was very efficient, and a doctor was brought over quickly.

As soon as the doctor entered, he smelled the heavy scent of blood.

Blood stained Yan Wanqing’s pale hands, but her expression remained calm as she let the doctor step forward to check, and she stepped aside.

"The wound is quite deep. If we don’t stop the bleeding immediately, I fear her life won’t last much longer," the doctor sighed.

Yan Wanqing furrowed her brows, "Please, do whatever you must to save her!"

Huai Yu’s life had just begun; how could it end here?

Yan Wanqing felt her heart rate quicken, asserting determinedly, "Whatever it takes."

"The only thing we can do now is to press a red-hot iron on the wound so that the surrounding flesh quickly adheres together to stop the bleeding," the doctor said.

"A red-hot iron?" Yan Wanqing was shocked as she remembered the numerous injuries on Huai Yu’s body and clenched her fists tightly.

How painful it must be for Huai Yu with a red-hot iron...

Yan Wanqing watched Huai Yu, who was unconscious and sweating profusely, her eyes turning bloodshot.

"If that’s the case, then please proceed, Doctor," Yan Wanqing closed her eyes and called out sternly to the outside, "Cong Ge, prepare the charcoal furnace and the iron."

As the charcoal furnace blazed and the iron turned from black to cherry red, the doctor walked towards Huai Yu lying on the bed.

As soon as the iron touched human skin, it would make a sizzling sound of burning flesh. Before the doctor could act, Yan Wanqing’s scalp had already started to tingle.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Just as the doctor stood beside the bed, ready to press the iron onto the wound, Yan Wanqing held her breath!

Just then!

"Stop—! You quack!" A delicate voice rang out from the doorway, and the next second, Yan Lingzhen rushed in.

Yan Wanqing covered her mouth with her hand, a hot tear immediately brimming in her eye: "Xiaoliu!"

Yan Lingzhen hurriedly grabbed the iron and threw it back into the furnace, exhaling a sigh of relief.

She looked at Yan Wanqing, "Sister, don’t worry, I’m back."

Yan Wanqing nodded, unable to speak at that moment.

However, the doctor, who was scolded as a quack, was displeased, "Nonsense! I heal and save lives, and you girl dare to interfere. This is a matter of life and death, Commandery Princess, you must order your sister to stand down immediately!"

Before Yan Wanqing could speak, Yan Lingzhen rolled her eyes, "What era is this, still using a red-hot iron to stop bleeding. You get called a quack and you’re still not happy."

She stepped forward to carefully examine the wound, then placed her own medicine chest next to it, first pulling out a silver needle and quickly stabbing it into Huai Yu’s acupoint. The wound, which had been bleeding profusely, noticeably slowed down.

With just one needle, sweat formed on Yan Lingzhen’s forehead.

The doctor, who had previously wanted to make a fuss, suddenly became silent, standing obediently and quietly to the side.

"Sister, I need hot water, strong liquor, needle and thread, and a candle," Yan Lingzhen said to Yan Wanqing, who immediately went out to prepare.

Now only Yan Lingzhen, the unconscious Huai Yu, and the doctor hoping to pick up some tricks were left in the room.

Yan Lingzhen took a jar out of her bosom, poured out a black pill, and popped it into her mouth.

The doctor asked curiously, "What are you eating?"

"A little medicinal pill made from boiling Ice Mountain Snow Lotus. You must know that doing our line of work requires one to be constantly sharp. This pill will last for three days," she replied.

The doctor looked envious, "Divine Doctor, you’ve made quite a few pills, such a big jar."

Yan Lingzhen nodded, "These are left from my travels."

"Could you spare me one?" the doctor asked, licking his face.

Yan Lingzhen graciously gave him one, and the doctor held it in his palm, sniffing it lightly. He instantly felt a medicinal fragrance invigorate his mind, and promptly swallowed it.

Yan Lingzhen watched his action, smiling slightly without moving.

Soon Yan Wanqing had prepared everything. Yan Lingzhen did not let her enter, "Sister, you are pregnant, it’s not suitable for you to see this."

"Huai Yu she..."

Yan Lingzhen seriously said, "Sister, do you not trust Xiaoliu?"

Yan Wanqing immediately shook her head, "Of course I trust you."

"Then sister should go back to rest, tomorrow Xiaoliu will ensure Huai Yu appears lively and vigorous in front of you," after saying this, Yan Lingzhen closed the door straight away.

Inside, the doctor looked at her seriously, "Divine Doctor, if you don’t mind, this old man is willing to assist you."