"Your Highness, might this humble official be allowed to—"
"Your Highness, the Imperial Concubine has just caught her breath. Too many people in the room will obstruct the airflow, which is not conducive to her recovery."
Li Liang had wanted to step forward and take the Imperial Concubine's pulse to check on her condition, but Chu Fengge cut him off with a few words.
And this time, Mo Qianhan did not rebuke Chu Fengge as he usually did.
With a stern face, he swept his gaze over Li Liang and then the several Imperial Physicians from the palace, saying, "As the Imperial Concubine's personal physicians, when her condition was critical, not only did you fail to examine her carefully, you went straight to declaring her dead. I will settle this account with you later. Kneel outside. Without my permission, none of you may come near the Imperial Concubine again."
Li Liang's body trembled violently, a wave of panic spreading through his heart.
Before leaving the inner chamber, Li Liang slightly raised his head, his eyes sweeping over Chu Fengge with a venomous glare.
But he quickly suppressed that murderous intent and walked out of the room with the other physicians, kneeling in wait outside.
After that, everything went much more smoothly for Chu Fengge in administering medicine and treatment.
Nanny Zhang trusted her, and Mo Qianhan no longer made things difficult for her.
Even so, Chu Fengge dared not let her guard down.
She stayed by Consort Qi's side without taking a single step away, going four or five days with barely any sleep.
She personally watched Nanny Zhang administer the medicine. If Bai Ruoshui came forward to help, Chu Fengge would immediately send her away.
Nanny Zhang saw all this but did not stop Chu Fengge.
And so, for these past few days, Bai Ruoshui stood to the side watching with a deeply aggrieved look on her face.
During this time, Mo Qianhan entered the palace for several days. When he returned to Baoxiang Pavilion, Chu Fengge caught the scent of blood on him.
She frowned slightly and turned to look at Mo Qianhan. He wore a black cloak, his tall figure draped in it, making him stand as straight as green bamboo.
The Medicine God's spatial dimension quickly scanned and located Mo Qianhan's injury.
There was a three-inch-long blade wound on his arm. It had been given a simple bandaging, but the cut was too deep—blood had seeped through the bindings, staining the white gauze red.
She had not intended to spare him another glance, but the Medicine God's spatial dimension had presented his injuries to her. Out of professional ethics, Chu Fengge did not repay his prejudice in kind.
She picked up her medicine case and said to Nanny Zhang, "Nanny Zhang, watch the Imperial Concubine carefully. Once the anesthetic wears off, she will wake up."
"Yes, this servant understands," Nanny Zhang replied respectfully.
Carrying her medicine case, Chu Fengge walked toward Mo Qianhan, and as she passed by him, her medicine case bumped against his injured spot.
Mo Qianhan's brows immediately knitted.
He lingered in the inner chamber for a while, asking Nanny Zhang about the Imperial Concubine's condition. Only after learning that she was improving did Mo Qianhan leave the inner chamber.
Chu Fengge was standing in the courtyard. With a cold face, he walked up behind her and said, "What I promised you, I will surely fulfill. As long as the Imperial Concubine recovers, you will be able to stay at the Prince Regent's Manor."
Chu Fengge turned around, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. She shook her head and pointed at Mo Qianhan. "You're injured, Your Highness."
Mo Qianhan's pupils trembled slightly.
The assassination attempt had already been dealt with.
He had personally bandaged the wound before returning. How did this woman know he was injured?
At this thought, another trace of suspicion entered Mo Qianhan's eyes.
Chu Fengge's heart skipped a beat. This suspicious Prince Regent—could it be that he thought she was trying to harm him again?
"The moment you walked through the door just now, Your Highness, I smelled blood. You might be able to hide it from your darling and Nanny Zhang, but not from me. The Divine Physician took me as his disciple for a reason—I naturally have my own talents."
With that, she raised her left hand and continued, "Your wound is on your left arm. For it to bleed this much, the blade must have cut to the bone. Ordinary bandaging can only temporarily suppress the bleeding, but it won't help the wound heal. I have medicine. Would Your Highness like to try it? If not, it won't kill you—just have someone bandage it however they like, and it will slowly heal on its own."
"What kind of attitude is that? You—"
Seeing his terrible attitude, Chu Fengge turned and walked away.
Mo Qianhan's face darkened, and as if in a fit of pique, he reached out and seized her slender wrist, yanking her sharply toward him.
That petite figure fell heavily into his arms.
A faint fragrance of lotus seeds and osmanthus instantly assailed his senses.
It pulled Mo Qianhan's thoughts back to five years ago…