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Chapter 115 Like a Mountain Collapse

After hearing Gong Chang'an's story, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and marveled at his courage and wisdom at such a young age.

"It's a miracle you're even back," Wen Mingqian said. "Go wash up, change your clothes, and get some sleep!"

"Then I'll go down first. Mother has worked hard these past few days. Now that I'm back, you don't need to worry anymore. You should also get some rest." Gong Chang'an had naturally noticed the heavy bruises under Wen Mingqian's eyes long ago.

Zhang Ma and Sang Er, among others, all looked worried and haggard.

"You know what, I didn't feel anything before, but now I feel so heavy-hearted," Wen Mingqian couldn't help but chuckle. "I think I've been quite calm these past few days."

Despite saying this, I felt increasingly weak and aching all over, as if the tension I had been holding in had suddenly dissipated.

"Madam, Madam!" Yunying arrived at this moment, seeing that Wen Mingqian's face was getting worse and worse, and even fine beads of sweat were appearing on his forehead. "Quickly, go and fetch a doctor!"

"I'm fine..." Wen Mingqian wanted to say "I'm okay", but he only felt his vision go black, his body went limp, and he knew nothing more.

"Mother! Mother!" Gong Chang'an cried out in fright, clinging to Wen Mingqian, his voice trembling.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." At this moment, Zhang Ma came up. "She suddenly relaxed, and all the worries and fears she had been suppressing came back up. She's probably going to get sick."

As they spoke, Yunying and I together carried Wen Mingqian to the bed.

The doctor who treated Heming was there at that moment. He had just finished bandaging Heming's wound and prescribed some medicine.

Zhang Ma then told the doctor to come to Wen Mingqian's side as soon as possible.

When the doctor saw Wen Mingqian's condition, he took her pulse again and said, "I will first perform acupuncture on a few acupoints for you, and then prescribe a decoction. Take it for two meals first, and then I will change to another prescription."

However, Madam's illness is no small matter; it stems from extreme anxiety and worry that has entered her heart. Fortunately, she is still young, but she must be carefully cared for and cannot be taken lightly.

“I admired Madam for being so calm and composed. Who would have thought that she was actually more worried than anyone else? She just couldn’t afford to collapse because the young master hadn’t returned yet, so she was forcing herself to stay strong,” Sang Er said, crying.

"In any case, the young master's return is a great relief. All that's left is for the madam to recover," Yunying said. "If we all take good care of her, how can we be afraid that the madam won't recover?"

Meanwhile, Gong Xu and his group, unable to find Gong Chang'an, rounded up all the old Taoist priests in and around the Xuanmiao Temple.

Although they did not conspire with Ma Daguang, the place had become a den of thieves, and they could not escape responsibility.

Fortunately, officials arrived later and said that Gong Chang'an had returned home on his own. Only then did Gong Xu feel relieved. He didn't care about anything else and hurriedly left the Taoist temple to rush home.

When he arrived home, Gong Chang'an had already tidied up and bowed respectfully before him, saying, "Your unfilial son has caused Father worry."

Gong Xu hugged him tightly and said, "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright."

Then he asked, "Where is your mother?"

At this time, Lady Wei also heard that Gong Chang'an had returned and that Wen Mingqian was ill, so she came over to take care of him.

“My sister-in-law was so relieved to see Chang’an that her body couldn’t take it anymore. She’s still not awake,” Madam Wei said to Gong Xu. “But don’t worry, the doctor examined her and said she needs to recuperate carefully for a while.” Upon hearing this, Gong Xu looked worried and walked towards Wen Mingqian’s room, but was stopped by Sang Er at the door.

“Please stop, sir. Madam has just taken her medicine and is resting. She should not be disturbed,” Sang Er said. “Sir, you have been traveling all night and must be very tired. Concubine Yun has made all the preparations. Please go and rest there.”

Upon hearing this, Gong Xu could only cough twice and say, "Very well, let Madam take good care of herself!"

So they went to Yunying's courtyard.

Wen Mingqian was quite ill, especially at night, when he was burning up with fever and lost consciousness.

Ms. Wei was worried and personally took care of her at her bedside.

"What should we do? Even the imperial physicians have come to see her, but the fever just won't go down." Madam Wei placed a warm towel on Wen Mingqian's forehead again. "No wonder! It's the hot summer weather, and the fever is so intense. She's already weak, how can she withstand it?"

"The imperial physician also said that although acupuncture and bloodletting have been done, the heat toxin will probably be difficult to eliminate in a short time," Zhang Ma sighed. "He said that as long as there is improvement within three days, it will be fine. We should take more of this Awakening Spirit Pill to protect the heart meridian."

After Gong Xu returned, he slept for most of the day. In the evening, he sent someone over to inquire about Wen Mingqian's condition, and the reply was that the man had not yet woken up.

He couldn't help but worry about it, so he got up to come and check on it.

Yunying naturally knew that Wen Mingqian did not want to see him, and after trying to persuade him gently for a long time, she finally managed to convince him to stay.

Wen Mingqian felt exceptionally painful in his dream, as if every bone in his body was being broken inch by inch, and he was in so much pain that he dared not breathe.

It was as if a giant hand was forcefully dragging her downwards, towards an endless abyss.

She even thought, "That's it! It would be good to die like this."

A pair of hands gently stroked her forehead, carrying a faint fragrance of plum blossoms in the snow, which was refreshing and delightful.

"My dear sister, you've suffered so much." Those hands were so light and gentle, as if each touch could take away a bit of your pain. "I know you've endured so much these past years, so get some sleep! Sleep well!"

"Sister, it's all my fault. I failed to protect Chang'an," Wen Mingqian said self-reproachfully. "I'm so useless."

"Don't say that, it's not your fault. You did a great job, better than me." The voice was gentle, constantly comforting Wen Mingqian, "You're just tired, go to sleep!"

"Sister, don't go, let me look at you one more time." Wen Mingqian grabbed that hand. "Sister, please stay with me a little longer, okay?"

"Oh dear! This sister-in-law is delirious with fever, why does she keep calling for her sister?" Madam Wei sighed from the side. "She doesn't have a sister. She only has two brothers in her family, doesn't she?"

"She must have had a dream. What kind of dreams wouldn't a sick person have when they're confused?" Aunt Zhang said casually. "Madam, you've been busy these past few days, and you've worked hard enough. It's late, and you still have to take care of the old lady tomorrow morning. Go back and rest now!"

If we were to tire you out further, we would feel even worse. Besides, given our daughter's current condition, you'll undoubtedly have to worry about things here. Please take good care of yourself and don't overwork yourself.”

“Alright,” Mrs. Wei said after thinking for a moment, “If you are here with me, I have nothing to worry about. I’ll go back and get some sleep now. If anything happens, please call me.”