Su Lang paced anxiously in circles, "What should we do now?"
"Find an inn first, then help me buy some medicinal herbs," she listed off a series of herb names quickly. She was accustomed to carrying some pills with her, but during this trip, all the pills she had brought, both poisonous and non-poisonous, were used up during that night they interrogated He Su.
Su Lang decided to follow Dong Huiying’s suggestion.
The group arrived at an inn to settle down. Knowing that Dong Huiying was skilled in medicine, and quite good at it, Su Lang immediately rented a few rooms and then went to gather the herbs Dong Huiying had instructed him to get.
Dong Huiying prepared a bowl of soup medicine, and after cooling it down, she had Su Lang help prop Liang Zhichen up, hoping to feed it to him. But as soon as the medicine touched his lips, it spilled out from the corners of his mouth. Anxious, she suddenly pried Liang Zhichen’s mouth open, then pressed on a point on his neck and poured the entire bowl of medicine in.
However, before long, although he hadn’t woken up, he started to retch unconsciously, vomiting all the soup medicine along with some yellowish, bitter gall.
"What do we do now!" Su Lang’s eyes bulged with irritation.
He didn’t care about the life or death of others, he only cared about Master! Ever since finding ’Liang Shujun’s’ corpse, he had not cracked a single smile, appearing very somber. But his gloominess was not for ’Liang Shujun’, it was for his Master. He knew his Master must be suffering greatly, enduring a great torment, yet he was helpless to assist.
Master was sick, but it was a sickness of the heart, and Su Lang was no immortal. No matter how great his abilities were, he could not cure his Master’s heart ailment.
Dong Huiying’s face turned pale; she pinched her own fingertips, "Go and have someone prepare a tub of hot water, and buy some more herbs," she gave Su Lang a prescription.
Su Lang immediately got up and went to the pharmacy.
Soon after, a bath tub was placed in the room of the inn. Dong Huiying took a deep breath through her small nose, then personally took over. She first helped Liang Zhichen out of his outer clothes and undergarments, and then helped him into the tub.
This was a medicinal bath. Back when she was with the Liang family, she had done this many times for Shu Yu, but she had never thought that one day the person in the medicinal bath would be Liang Zhichen.
After more than an hour of arduous work, sweating, she continually massaged his pressure points and had Su Lang purchase a set of acupuncture needles to apply acupuncture to him.
The effect was immediate. Though he had not yet woken, his complexion had already improved a lot.
Finally, after getting Liang Zhichen back to bed, she sat on a chair by the bedside and just watched him for a long, long time. Her thoughts were in turmoil, as if she had thought of many things, and yet, as if she hadn’t thought of anything at all...
Liang Zhichen woke up feeling thirsty, finding himself drenched in sweat. A young girl was wiping his body with a handkerchief soaked in alcohol.
He was dazed for a moment, then slowly lifted his head, his gaze settling on her face. She was earnest, with dark circles under her eyes and a red-tipped nose. Her complexion appeared much more wilted than before.
Without hesitation, he suddenly extended his hand, wrapped it around her waist, and drew her into his embrace.
"Liang Zhichen?" Lying on his chest, she tried to push herself up. But he covered her eyes with one hand.
"You’re tired, you need to rest. Shh... don’t speak, just sleep for a while."