Chapter 442: The Situation is Critical

Chapter 442

"Now the young lord has already sent the Crown Prince into the imperial palace. After the Emperor meets him, the Crown Prince can return to the Duke's Residence," said Yin Lan.

"Master Ye is waiting outside. As soon as the Crown Prince returns to the residence, Master Ye will treat him. The Crown Prince will be fine," she added.

The person on the bed remained silent, without a word or movement, yet her deep grief could be keenly felt.

"My lady..."

Seeing the dazed look on her mistress's face, Yin Lan's words trailed off as her heart twinged slightly.

She clasped Gu Ying's hand tightly, raised her reddened eyes, and called out to rouse her.

It took Gu Ying a long time to come to her senses. She pulled the corners of her lips into what was supposed to be a smile but failed to form one.

"Let Master Ye come in," she said.

"Alright."

"I'll wait here for the Crown Prince to return."

"Okay..."

"Master Ye will cure the Crown Prince. I'm fine too."

She gave a faint smile, though it was unclear who she was trying to reassure. Her small hand propped against the pillow, yet a feeling of utter powerlessness washed over her, for reasons unknown.

Her eyes stung badly, but she still didn't cry. Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates

It wasn't until the afternoon when Su Huanfeng sent the Crown Prince before her, escorted by over a dozen stalwart soldiers guarding him on his return to the residence.

The downpour drenched them all thoroughly, soaking their hearts.

When she looked up and saw the man's refined, slender face, the dammed tears in her eyes burst forth like floodwaters.

Her legs went weak, and she slowly went to the man's side. As soon as her small hand covered his closed eyes, her mind grew dizzy.

Tears plopped down on the man's chiselled, handsome face, making his elegant, striking features look even more haggardly pale.

"A Du..."

She called his name tremulously between sobs.

But no matter what, he wouldn't wake up.

Gu Ying's heart constricted as her face turned deathly white.

Frowning, Su Huanfeng stared at her grieved, pitiful back. His heart wrenched tightly. "Second sister..."

Realizing the inappropriate address, he quickly corrected himself. "Young mistress... don't be upset..."

Despite her anguish, Gu Ying still had her wits.

He called Huai An over to first bring Su Huanfeng to treat his wound.

"Young Lord, come with me."

Huai An's eyes were lifeless, and his own head was wrapped in bandages. His face was grave as he led Su Huanfeng towards the west wing.

...

It wasn't until nightfall that Ye Zhuojiang finally emerged from the main quarters of Changfeng Pavilion.

All the family members of the residence had gathered inside Changfeng Pavilion and crowded around as soon as Ye Zhuojiang walked out with a solemn expression. Anxiety and worry were written on each of their faces.

"How is A Du?"

"Can he still be saved?"

"What poison did A Du ingest exactly?"

"Master Ye, say something!"

Ye Zhuojiang pinched the bridge of his nose. "Enough. I've examined him and administered silver needles. You all go back first and leave A Ying here alone to care for him."

Mrs. Lin and Qin looked anxiously at Ye Zhuojiang. "How is A Ying? She can't collapse in her condition now..."

With tears streaming down her face, Mrs. Lin quickly chimed in agreement. "That's right..."

A Ying was a pregnant woman, about to give birth. If she broke down now, she would surely lack the strength to bear her child when the time came.

By then, it wouldn't matter if A Du survived or not - A Ying and the child would also be in grave danger.

Right now, A Du was the last remaining heir of the Zhao family. Even if A Du couldn't pull through...at least A Ying could still give birth to A Du's offspring, to continue the Duke's lineage...

Seeing all the anxious eyes upon him, irritation rose in Ye Zhuojiang's heart. After all, despite his years of medical practice, this was still the first time he had encountered such a thorny situation.

"Alright, alright. Am I the doctor here or are all of you the doctors? I told you to leave first, so leave first. Don't stand here disturbing my mood to treat and save lives."

"Of course, of course...we'll all listen to you."

At this moment, even Zhao Hui had lost the bearing of a duke. He said to Ye Zhuojiang, "Whatever you need, send someone to find me. A Ying and I are staying at Lingxi Pavilion - you know this. No matter what medicine or ingredients you need, just have someone buy them!"

"Fine, have someone first prepare a few millennium ginsengs."

Ginseng could save lives...

Mrs. Lin's eyelashes fluttered as more tears flowed down her cheeks. "Alright, I'll have someone prepare them. Do you need any other medicines?"

"No need for now. This will be enough."

Nothing else would help.

Ye Zhuojiang wasn't the most even-tempered person, yet the family could do nothing but comply. Mrs. Lin had also tended to A Du's illness before, but her skills were limited in the end. Now they had to rely entirely on this eighteen-year-old youth. In the end, under Ye Zhuojiang's urging, they could only reluctantly leave Changfeng Pavilion, looking back every three steps.