Duan Xifeng was the first to rush over.
Luo Muchen also hurried forward and extended his hand.
Gu Qianying fell into Duan Xifeng's arms.
Dressed in red, it was difficult to tell where she was injured, but upon closer inspection, the red color on her abdomen was slightly deeper.
Gu Qianying's face was very pale. The moment she fell into Duan Xifeng's arms, her eyes were slightly closed, and she fainted.
"Qianying! What's wrong with you?"
Duan Xifeng held Gu Qianying and called out to her twice by her ear.
"She's injured. Quickly put her on the bed, and I will examine her wound."
Having treated patients frequently, he was sensitive to the smell of blood. From the moment he approached Gu Qianying, he knew she was injured.
As Luo Muchen instructed, Duan Xifeng quickly carried Gu Qianying and gently placed her on the bed, then turned to stand guard.
Upon hearing that his mother was injured, young Yi Hao ran over with a worried expression. He dared not get too close, but stood guard nearby, leaving a large space for Luo Muchen.
His mother was injured and urgently needed medical attention. Father Luo was a skilled physician.
He could not cause trouble for his mother at this time.
Luo Muchen stepped forward and sat by the bed. He first took Gu Qianying's pulse to confirm if her pulse was normal. Then, he intended to lift Gu Qianying's skirt to examine her wound.
Duan Xifeng's face turned cold, and he reached out, pressing on Luo Muchen's hand. "What are you doing?"
"Examining her wound."
Luo Muchen's words were concise.
"Unmarried men and women should not touch. Do you want to ruin my sister's reputation?"
Duan Xifeng would not allow Luo Muchen to touch Gu Qianying, especially her private parts.
He turned and instructed young Yi Hao, "Brat, go find Wuzi quickly."
Wuzi was Gu Qianying's maid. It would be more convenient for women to attend to her.
"Sister Wuzi is handling matters for Mother at Juesha Gate. She didn't follow when Mother and I left."
As he spoke, young Yi Hao's large eyes kept looking at Gu Qianying's face.
He was very worried about his mother's injury.
"I will marry her."
Luo Muchen shook off Duan Xifeng's hand, his expression solemn.
"What? What did you say?"
Duan Xifeng's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Luo Muchen.
Luo Muchen met his gaze, his expression open and honest. "I will take responsibility for her. Please rest assured, Young Master Duan."
"When you treated other women before, did you also say the same thing?"
Duan Xifeng did not believe Luo Muchen.
"Never. This is the first time I've said such a thing."
Duan Xifeng reached out, grabbed young Yi Hao by the collar of his clothes, and lifted him up. "You'd better keep your word, or I'll kill you!"
His sister was not someone any man could touch casually!
If he did not take responsibility, he would kill Luo Muchen.
A moment later.
Duan Xifeng, carrying young Yi Hao, went out.
As they left, young Yi Hao, perched on Duan Xifeng's shoulder, looked back. "Father Luo, you must cure Mother. Uncle and I will be waiting outside. If you need anything, just ask."
After being taken away by Duan Xifeng, young Yi Hao still went downstairs, unwilling to rest.
Duan Xifeng, afraid that young Yi Hao would get lost and worried about Gu Qianying's injury, hurried downstairs to find young Yi Hao.
"Brat, where are you going?"
Duan Xifeng followed young Yi Hao out of the inn's main entrance.
Young Yi Hao ran on the street, with Duan Xifeng chasing after him.
The weather in June was like a baby's face, changing in an instant.
The clear blue sky suddenly began to rain.
Dark clouds gathered, and raindrops fell.
"Stop running! Nangong Yi Hao, it's raining, where are you going?"
Duan Xifeng strode forward a few steps and grabbed young Yi Hao by the collar.
Young Yi Hao's hair and robes were soaked, and strands of hair on his cheeks clung to his face.
"Uncle, do you have any silver notes?"
"What?"
"Uncle, I need a lot of money, give me money quickly."
Duan Xifeng: "..."
Normally, just saying the name "Nangong Yi Hao" would make young Yi Hao know that his uncle was truly angry.
But at this moment, young Yi Hao was not afraid of Duan Xifeng's anger.
"Nangong Yi Hao! Do you want to be spanked?"
Duan Xifeng lifted young Yi Hao and reached out to spank his bottom.
Young Yi Hao was not afraid. "Uncle, I need to buy medicine, a lot of medicine. Give me money quickly."
"What? What medicine do you want to buy?"
Duan Xifeng couldn't keep up with young Yi Hao's train of thought.
Young Yi Hao didn't bother to explain much.
He fumbled for the money pouch at Duan Xifeng's waist, yanked it, twisted Duan Xifeng's wrist, jumped from his hands, and ran off.
Duan Xifeng's hand froze in mid-air. After realizing what had happened, he quickly chased after him.
On a rainy day, business in the shops on the street was not good.
As a few pharmacies were about to close, they were stopped by a little boy.
"I want honeysuckle, forsythia, dandelion, violet, radix isatidis, folium isatidis, and radix bupleuri."
Young Yi Hao, braving the rain, bought many anti-inflammatory, fever-reducing, and body-regulating herbs from one pharmacy after another. Among these herbs, some could be used to stop bleeding.
Seeing young Yi Hao buy so many herbs, Duan Xifeng, who was following behind, finally understood why young Yi Hao had done this.
On the way back, Duan Xifeng's eyes were red as he hugged young Yi Hao. "Brat, you're still thinking so carefully. It seems I haven't doted on you in vain."
Young Yi Hao hid in Duan Xifeng's arms and kept wiping the rain from his cheeks with his wet sleeves.
"Mother is injured, and these herbs are what she needs most. Yi Hao was worried about Mother and couldn't help much, so he prepared these. It's also a way to help Mother."
"Yes, yes, young Yi Hao is the most sensible."
Duan Xifeng ruffled young Yi Hao's small head.
After giving the money to the pharmacy owner, he asked the owner to deliver the herbs to the inn.
Normally, young Yi Hao would be overjoyed to be praised by his uncle.
But at this moment, young Yi Hao lowered his head, hugged Duan Xifeng's neck, and rubbed his face twice. "Uncle... Mother will be alright, won't she?"
Young Yi Hao lowered his head, burying it in Duan Xifeng's arms, his voice muffled.
Duan Xifeng hugged young Yi Hao tightly.
He used his back to shield young Yi Hao from the rain.
Hearing young Yi Hao's voice, Duan Xifeng knew that even though he couldn't see young Yi Hao's face, he knew the brat was crying secretly.
"Of course, she'll be fine. Brat, don't you trust Luo Muchen's medical skills?"
Young Yi Hao hid in Duan Xifeng's arms, never looking up. "Uncle, I don't doubt Father Luo's medical skills. I'm just... worried about Mother's..."
As he spoke, he trailed off, and Duan Xifeng could only hear young Yi Hao's muffled sobs.
Duan Xifeng's eyes were red, and he remained silent for a long time.
He carried young Yi Hao back to the inn.
At this time, Luo Muchen was still in the room treating Gu Qianying.
"Miss Gu, I mean no offense. Please forgive me."
Luo Muchen closed his eyes and helped Gu Qianying remove her red dress.
Luo Muchen closed his eyes and pulled at the corner of the quilt, trying to cover Gu Qianying's exposed fair skin.
His hand, which was reaching towards the side of the bed where Gu Qianying lay, was suddenly grabbed by another hand.
"You've taken it off, but you're afraid to look?"
The familiar voice startled Luo Muchen.
He subconsciously opened his eyes and met a pair of cold eyes.
The hand holding the quilt froze in mid-air.
"You... you're awake?"
Luo Muchen's voice was a little unnatural, and his cheeks were slightly flushed.
Seeing that she was not covered from the neck down, Luo Muchen immediately closed his eyes again. "I... I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to. I... I wanted to help you with the bleeding wound."
Luo Muchen explained hastily.
"Yes, I know. Continue."
Gu Qianying pulled the quilt from Luo Muchen's hand, covering her body.
Luo Muchen lowered his head, steadied his emotions, and began to carefully treat Gu Qianying's abdominal wound.
The wound was deep, like a sword wound.
Because the injured area was rather sensitive, it was necessary to remove her undergarments to stop the bleeding and dress the wound.
Thus, in front of Luo Muchen, she was… naked.
Luo Muchen did not continue. He spoke, asking, "Miss Gu, please rest assured. It is improper to look, and I understand."
Luo Muchen closed his eyes.
Having practiced medicine for many years, he could ensure accuracy even with his eyes closed.
"What? Are you afraid of taking responsibility for me?"
Gu Qianying smiled at Luo Muchen's "gentlemanly" behavior.
"No... no, I will take responsibility for Miss Gu."
He still did not open his eyes.
Luo Muchen, however, skillfully began to use scissors to cut away the fabric of Gu Qianying's inner garment at the abdominal area.
"How will you take responsibility?"
"Marry me?"
"Yes."
Luo Muchen said it very seriously.
Gu Qianying smiled.
"Not like before, just pretending?"
"I am serious."
Luo Muchen still had his eyes closed.
"How serious?"
Gu Qianying chuckled and teased him.
"In this life, I will not take concubines. I will only marry Miss Gu."
He wanted to be a responsible man.
Gu Qianying looked at Luo Muchen and said nothing more.
Luo Muchen skillfully treated Gu Qianying's wound, applied medicine, and bandaged it.
"Miss Gu, please bear with me. I will be gentle."
As if afraid of hurting her, his movements were very light.
Looking at him like this.
Gu Qianying's lips curved into a smile. "They are fine. They are safe now."
"Hmm?"
Luo Muchen, who had kept his eyes closed, finally opened them when he reached the final step.
"Master Luo and Madam Luo are both safe now."
Although Luo Muchen had not asked her about the Luo couple,
She knew that Luo Muchen was very worried about his parents but did not mention it due to her injury.
"Where are they now? What happened to my family?"
"Miss Gu, have you seen where my younger sister is?"
After hearing that his parents were fine, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, he heard that Gu Qianying did not mention his sister, Luo Xuefei.
Luo Muchen quickly asked.
"Your younger sister?"
Gu Qianying frowned.
Luo Muchen's sister, Luo Xuefei?
She had not seen this person.
"You haven't seen her?"
The wound had been treated, and Luo Muchen had taken Gu Qianying's pulse again. After confirming that Gu Qianying was fine, he began to ask about his family.
"Perhaps she is still at home. No, I must go back."
Gu Qianying lifted the quilt and began to dress.
Luo Muchen, seeing this, blushed and immediately turned his back...