"Certainly," he replied good-naturedly, helping her onto the horse, and then tied the satin she had purchased to the horse’s saddle, before heading back to the mansion.
The He Grain Store had caught fire, and this major incident must be reported to the manager of the store, He Su.
But ever since He Su chased after the Phoenix Blood and left Taihang Town, she had disappeared like a kite severed from its string, and even Luo Yang had no idea where He Su was at this moment.
This was the eighteenth "Doctor" Aunt Zhao had called for, but after examining the comatose Phoenix Blood, he too could only profess his helplessness.
The "Doctor" declared that Phoenix Blood’s coma was due to a brain injury and implied that if one wished to wake Phoenix Blood, only the legendary Divine Doctor from Medicine Valley could possibly accomplish such a feat.
A tightness clasped He Su’s heart, and she immediately asked, "The Medicine Valley Divine Doctor? Do you by any chance know where this Medicine Valley is?"
The "Doctor" did have a rough idea of where Medicine Valley was located and thus gave He Su a clear direction to follow.
Afterwards, Aunt Zhao looked at He Su, her face filled with anxious concern, "Owner, we have been out for so long, we don’t know how things are at home; shouldn’t we go back first?"
"No, I must go to Medicine Valley!"
He Su looked at the unconscious Phoenix Blood on the bed, having watched over him day and night without rest, she hoped he would wake up soon.
Even if he hated her, it would be far better than his current state.
Aunt Zhao was a bit frustrated with He Su’s stubbornness: "Owner, you’re no longer young. Even if you’re fond of Young Master Feng, think about your home. Mr. Gao is still waiting for you; how can you bear to let him wait in such agony?"
He Su scoffed, "Gao Jian? What is he to me? How can he be compared to Phoenix Blood!"
Aunt Zhao frowned. If it had been any other time, she would surely have tried to persuade He Su further; even if He Su was unwilling to listen, blunt advice is often well-meant.
But this time, she was unusually silent.
He Su mustered up some energy: "Aunt Zhao, if you don’t want to follow me, then go back to Taihang Town first. I can take care of Phoenix Blood by myself. The journey to Medicine Valley is long and the mountains are high; I don’t want you to suffer any further hardships because of me."
Aunt Zhao’s brows knitted tightly together.
After that, He Su started packing her belongings. Luckily, it was only a few items of clothing - not too troublesome.
Aunt Zhao watched He Su with a gloomy gaze, remaining silent for a long while before she turned her melancholic eyes back to the ’living dead’ on the bed, her eyes flickering as if she was struggling with something...
Aunt Zhao drove the carriage while He Su took care of Phoenix Blood inside.
That evening, because the mountain road was difficult to traverse, the carriage stopped.
He Su gave Phoenix Blood some water to drink and, seeing drops of water on his lips, she quickly took a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.
Aunt Zhao furrowed her brows deeply, suddenly posing a question, "Owner, can you tell me what you are doing all this for? What are you after? The person himself, his heart, or is it something else? Why is he so important to you?"
He Su was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "You wouldn’t understand... I desire too much, yet I can’t have anything, and my greatest wish..." She became distant for a bit, then sighed softly.
"Never mind, it’s getting late. We need to continue our journey tomorrow. Aunt Zhao, you should rest first."
Aunt Zhao, however, had no desire to sleep, continuing to inquire, "Owner, everyone says that Divine Doctor Yun from Medicine Valley has the power to bring people back from death’s door; even if someone has one foot in Hell’s door, as long as they have a breath left, she can save them. But this Divine Doctor Yun is also quite eccentric, capricious, and unpredictable. If she takes a liking to someone, she might save them without asking for a penny, but if she takes a dislike..."