Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1751 Entrustment
"Fang Zilan, you stop right there..." Awan stood up and chased after Fang Zilan to the door, but saw a familiar figure. Her momentum faltered, and she murmured, "Master..."

The newcomer was dressed in a green robe, with his long hair loosely tied back with a white jade hairpin. Two strands of hair hung down beside his ears, making his features appear even more exquisite and picturesque. He exuded a lazy and self-satisfied air. It was Wen Ya.

Fang Zilan's gaze swept over the eunuchs following Wen Ya, all of whom were influential figures around Li Shengxuan. Knowing this, she turned her head and glared at A Wan.

Awan realized what was happening and tried to justify herself by saying, "My master said that with your physical condition, how can you not eat properly?"

Seeing this, Wen Ya couldn't help but chuckle, and gracefully bowed, saying, "Imperial Physician Wen Ya greets Lord Fang."

Fang Zilan stood by the door, her expression cold, and said, "Lord Wen, what brings you here?"

Wen Ya wore a faint smile on his face. "His Majesty ordered me to take Lord Fang's pulse. I ask for Lord Fang's cooperation."

Fang Zilan remained standing, looking at the eunuchs behind Wen Ya. Wen Ya understood and turned to them, saying, "A pulse diagnosis requires quiet. Please wait outside for a moment, gentlemen."

After the eunuch nodded in acknowledgment, Fang Zilan did not refuse and led Wen Ya and A Wan into the house, while sending Deputy General Cao outside.

After locking the door, Awan pulled Wenya into the inner room and asked in a low voice, "Master, why are you here?"

Wen Ya smiled and glanced meaningfully at Fang Zilan, who was following behind them. "Young Master is worried and wants me to come and see for myself before he can be at ease."

"To put it bluntly, you just don't trust me." Awan deflated like a punctured balloon, flung away Wen Ya's sleeve, sidled up to Fang Zilan, and said sullenly, "If Master thinks my medical skills are too rudimentary to be of any use, you might as well stay here and let me go back to the Ghost Gate instead."

Fang Zilan ruffled Awan's hair and teased, "I wish your master could stay here, but unfortunately, it's not possible."

"Fang Zilan!" Awan tugged at Fang Zilan's sleeve angrily. She held Awan's hand reassuringly, her smile fading as she looked at Wen Ya, her voice turning cold. "Lord Wen is indeed quite capable. I only went to the Northern Border once, and you are already the Imperial Physician, in charge of the entire Imperial Hospital."

Finally, she raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Congratulations, Lord Wen."

"Same to you, Miss Fang, why are you being sarcastic?" Wen Ya smiled innocently. "This trip took me a lot of effort, Miss Fang, please remember my kindness."

"You're His Majesty's favorite. It would only take you a few words to persuade him to take my pulse. How dare you ask me to recite it?" Fang Zilan said with a forced smile. "If you really want someone to recite it, why don't you go and say something to the young master? I think he'll remember it."

Wen Ya quickly waved his hand, "Never mind, how the young master treats you, others may not know, but you know perfectly well. I don't care if I live too long."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and extended his hand. Fang Zilan cooperated by lifting her sleeve and raising her arm to reveal her wrist.

Wen Ya took her pulse, and his expression gradually became serious.

After a while, Wen Ya withdrew his hand, and Fang Zilan also lowered her arm, asking in a lukewarm tone, "How was it?"

“Not good.” Wen Ya shook his head solemnly. Fang Zilan said expressionlessly, “You are, after all, A Wan’s master. Tell me something I don’t know.”

Wen Ya sighed, "You've been plagued by injuries in recent years, and the Gu poison raging within you has taken a heavy toll on your body. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to recover." Fang Zilan gave a casual "hmm," and asked, "Anything else?"

“If this continues, you will soon die.” Wen Ya slowly lowered his head, but Fang Zilan curled her lips and smiled, “Wen Ya, you have changed.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Ya suddenly raised his head, only to see Fang Zilan smiling casually and leisurely, "No matter how reckless I was before, even if my life was hanging by a thread, you would never say that you were going to die soon. It seems that either you have become weak, or Awan has become strong enough to replace you."

Wen Ya was startled and his expression changed. He looked at A Wan and said in a deep voice, "What did you say to her?"

Awan rarely saw her master with such a gloomy expression, so she quickly waved her hand and said, "It's nothing. I told you that as long as I'm here, I'll make sure she lives as long as she can. The world is so big, I'm sure I can find a way to keep her alive."

With each word she spoke, Wen Ya's face paled a little more.

Fang Zilan is right, Awan has become stronger, but he has indeed become weaker.

In the past, he was so confident in his medical skills that he used to play tricks on people and never took any difficult or complicated diseases to heart. This is why he raised Awan to be such an optimistic and almost arrogant person.

Back then, he even dared to try such a risky and desperate method as planting Gu poison. But now, the Gu poison is becoming increasingly out of his control. The fear of being powerless makes him anxious and worried. He is afraid that one day Fang Zilan will die from the poison, and he will be the instigator who cannot escape the blame. He is even more afraid that Ji Ningtian will be implicated, and then he will be a sinner who has failed the first ancestor of the Ji family for all eternity.

"Wen Ya, it's true that you were the one who suggested planting Gu, but I was the one who did it willingly and happily. So why are you uneasy?" Fang Zilan sat at the table, poured a cup of tea, and handed the teacup to Wen Ya.

Wen Ya hesitated before accepting it, saying, "What you said is somewhat similar to what the young master said."

Fang Zilan raised an eyebrow. Wen Ya looked gloomy, as if he was worried but more concerned. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "The medicine puppet I made for you to test medicine for you is dead."

Fang Zilan's expression changed, and she blurted out, "When?"

“Three months ago.” Wen Ya answered crisply, his tone as light as a feather, yet it made Fang Zilan feel suffocated.

"How did he die?" Fang Zilan tightened her grip on the teacup, causing the clear tea in the cup to sway slightly.

Wen Ya turned his head away from her and said in a low voice, "He was depleted of both qi and blood, and was tortured to death by the Gu poison. Miss Fang..."

Before he could finish speaking, Awan interrupted him, "The medicine puppet will die, but Fang Zilan won't."

Awan's expression was unwavering. "The medicine puppet is inherently weak and cannot be compared with ordinary people. Moreover, once the medicine puppet is made, it becomes a chaotic walking corpse with no will whatsoever. Fang Zilan has had a very good physical foundation since childhood, and her willpower is even stronger than that of ordinary people. She will not die easily."

Wen Ya stared blankly at A Wan, as if he saw a reflection of his younger self, only less arrogant and more composed.

After a long pause, Wen Ya bowed to Fang Zilan and said, "Miss Fang is right. Awan is now capable of replacing me. From now on, I entrust Awan to Miss Fang."

(End of this chapter)