Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Chapter 229 Waiting

When Yang Zhounan arrived, everyone was standing in the courtyard corridor with serious expressions. The door was closed, and he was suddenly shocked and felt uncomfortable.

He couldn't believe that the young doctor would die like this, nor did he dare to see his brother's heartbroken face, and he was even more afraid to see Su Chengfeng heartbroken and sad.

In the dim light, he looked for Su Chengfeng's figure. After a quick look, he found the man hiding in the corner of the bamboo forest.

He walked over, put his hand on Su Chengfeng's shoulder, and comforted him carefully.

"The young doctor has a very good life. He should be fine. Maybe he will wake up later."

Su Chengfeng turned his head away and didn't look at Yang Zhounan. The past came to his mind, and he sounded like he was crying when he spoke.

"The first time he was seriously injured was when he was fighting bandits. The three of us had nothing at the time and were constantly on the run. We encountered bandits who had kidnapped a few women and brought them up the mountain. The women were terrified and asked us for help. Our rescue attracted more bandits, and the three of us fought against hundreds of them. Ziqing wasn't very skilled at that time, and he was exhausted and nearly hacked to death. The three of us managed to escape death again."

"Afterwards, the doctors worked for three days and three nights to save him. After his injuries healed, he began to practice martial arts day and night. He felt like a loser at the time. His master couldn't save him, he couldn't find his senior sister, and he couldn't even protect a few ordinary people."

"For a long time, he was trapped in extreme self-blame and self-hatred, unable to extricate himself. We were hunted by both the black and white forces, surviving in the cracks. His martial arts skills were cultivated by forcing himself during those years. Whether it was martial arts, medicine, business, or anything else, he only wanted to do better and have the right to speak for himself. The complexity of all this led to a lot of illnesses."

"This time..."

"He's lucky again this time," Yang Zhounan continued. "He made it through those difficult days, and he'll definitely make it this time too. The young doctor saved so many people, so God must not want to see him go."

Su Chengfeng finally turned around. In the dim light, Yang Zhounan saw his tearful eyes. He wanted to hug him, but when he thought of the person standing not far away, he was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so he didn't dare to go.

The people under the eaves stayed awake all night. Xiaowu and Xiaoliu went to prepare breakfast, the others went to the main hall to wait, and Yang Zhounan returned to the yamen.

In the room, Xiao Yan held Lu Ziqing's hand against his lips, staring at him without moving his eyes, until Xi Yunling came in for acupuncture, and then Xiao Yan moved away.

He watched Xi Yunling giving him acupuncture, and his voice broke as he spoke, "Will this work?"

Xi Yunling didn't look at him, and whispered, "I don't know. Ziqing just asked me to give him acupuncture according to the time. It depends on fate."

Xiao Yan felt a chill in his heart, right down to his palms. After Xi Yunling finished the acupuncture, she finally looked at him and said, "My Lord, go and rest after guarding for the night. I'll take care of this."

"Miss Xi, just give me the acupuncture." Xiao Yan said, "I'll stay here."

Xi Yunling was touched, but also a little puzzled. "The Marquis has taken such meticulous and thoughtful care of Ziqing. Her mother and I are deeply grateful. It is truly a blessing for Ziqing to have the opportunity to meet the Marquis."

"It's me." Xiao Yan stood aside, looking at the pale face. "I am the lucky one who got to know him. Miss Xi, there's no need to thank me. This is what I should do."

Xi Yunling was a little confused after hearing this. She kept the last sentence in her mind and put it in her question bag. Seeing Xiao Yan's heartbroken and haggard expression, she didn't know what to say.

After waiting quietly for a while, Xi Yunling put away the silver needle. Xiao Liu brought the medicine. Xiao Yan held Lu Ziqing in his arms, still pinching his mouth open and feeding him one spoonful at a time.

The food brought into the house at noon had gone cold and had to be replaced. Xiao Liu ran back and forth several times, but Xiao Yan didn't eat a single bite and only drank some water.

Lu Ziqing was given acupuncture and medicine at set times, which continued until night. Su Chengfeng came in and kept watch for a while.

He saw Xiao Yan staring at the wedding candy in his hand with his head down, and said, "I gave this to the Marquis on his wedding day. He has a bad stomach, so I told him to eat it when he was too hungry, but he kept it by his pillow. He was holding it in his hand last night before the Marquis came."

Xiao Yan didn't look up and whispered, "He used to like sweets, why doesn't he eat them?"

Su Chengfeng was slightly suspicious and guessed casually, "Maybe... he wants to keep it and see."

Keep it and see?

Who to look at?

him?

Xiao Yan's silent heart came alive for a moment. He turned to look at Lu Ziqing and asked him in his heart, "Ziqing, are you looking at me? You have me in your heart, right?"

In the side courtyard room, Park Yoo-jin sat in front of the dressing table taking off her pearl hairpin, while Qajar sat at the table pouring tea and sighing.

"Tell me, is the official really going to die?"

Park Yoo-jin casually said, "If he dies, our mission will be accomplished."

Kazar's face didn't show much joy, but a hint of melancholy. "To be honest, I don't want him to die. It's a pity for such a handsome man."

Park Yoo-jin then turned around to look at her, walked over and said with a smile: "Oh, are you really moved? There are so many handsome men in the world, he is not the only one you need."

"There are many handsome men, but..." Qazar sighed with his chin in his hand.

"Even with both of us in front of him, he wasn't moved. How many extraordinary men are there in the world like him? He's not as lecherous as most men. Although we have had little contact, I can tell he's very gentle. If he were to be your husband, he would be an excellent choice."

"What are you thinking about?" Park Yoo-jin sat down and said, "People like us who were sent as tribute, what's the point of talking about husbands? We only act for profit and want to constantly climb up the ladder. Otherwise, we will just become dog slaves that everyone will trample on and slaughter."

At this point, Qajar seemed to have sensed something and she sighed.

"Maybe I think differently from you. In my hometown, I also had a lover, but we couldn't escape the control of the royal power. He died, and I was sent to the Celestial Empire. The royal power is too cruel and bloody. I just want to live a peaceful life with my lover and don't want to harm others. Your Excellency is just like my former lover. He did nothing wrong, but was murdered for no reason. Seeing their sadness and despair last night reminded me of him again."

Park Youzhen was disdainful, her voice slightly cold. "Your mentality, in their Chinese language, is emotional. You're obsessed with love, which is the most useless thing in the world. Only power is supreme. With power, you can trample anyone under your feet. They will all grovel and look up at you, and you hold their lives in your hands. This is the most real and beautiful thing in the world."

"Why are you and your love separated forever? It's because you are too weak. The king wants you dead, so you can't live. Your own fate is in the hands of others. How sad and pitiful it is."

"From the moment I was sent here, I swore that I would live. I would not bow my head and kneel. Even if there was a dirty, muddy pit ahead, choking me, I would get up. One day, I would stand at the highest point and overlook the earth."