Su Pan’er weakly leaned back onto the bed.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to seek dical help, but how could these doctors possibly treat a brain injury? The most they could do was to recomnd her to rest on the bed.
As anticipated, Master Yunhai, who was skilled in dicine, soon arrived.
Master Yunhai was a highly esteed Buddhist monk who had been presiding over affairs at Da Ci’en Temple for many years.
Upon learning that a visitor to Da Ci’en Temple was showing symptoms suggestive of poisoning, he swiftly ca over to personally take Su Pan’er pulse.
He repeatedly switched the hand taking Su Pan’er’s pulse and after a prolonged examination, finally stood up and gave a bow: "Mrs. You are not poisoned!"
"Not poisoned?"
Mrs. Zhang found this hard to believe, as Su Pan’er symptoms undeniably suggested poisoning.
Wanting to be sure, she asked again: "Old monk, are you sure? I an..."
"Indeed, Mrs. is not poisoned."
Master Yunhai was calm, affirming: "Rather, Mrs. has suffered a forceful blow or stimulation to her head, causing her brain to be injured. You must rest quietly in bed for a period of ti, only then can you get up and move around. Otherwise, there will be dire consequences!"
Su Pan’er began to move, but before she had a chance to speak, it was Mrs. Zhang who cried out.
"What do you an by dire consequences? Old monk, explain your words! How exactly should this illness be treated? If any ingredients are missing from the prescription, we can easily get them from ho."
Luckily, the old monk was patient. He bowed in response, and then he stood up.
"Mrs., this illness is difficult to treat, it can only be managed. Try not to disturb her rest, let her recuperate quietly. As for the prescription for the decoction, I will instruct the novice monks to send it over later. If you have any needs, you can always instruct the novice monks in the temple. I shall take my leave first."
With that, he led two young monks out of the zen room.
"Old monk! Old monk..."
Mrs. Zhang chased after him. She exchanged a few words with Master Yunhai before returning with a lost look on her face.
"This old monk didn’t make himself clear..."
Now that they knew she hadn’t been poisoned, they were naturally absolved of the suspicion of poisoning her. Paradoxically, this was good news but not really good news.
Looking at Su Pan’er lying on the bed still clutching her forehead, she gritted her teeth and lifted up Little Yanyan, who was sitting quietly beside her, not crying nor making a fuss.
"The old monk said, little sister Pan’er needs quiet to recover from her illness. Pan’er, don’t overthink. Close your eyes for a good sleep, everything should be alright. Big sister will bring Little Yanyan back to my room for a while. You rest well, okay?"
With that, she truly exited the room.
Looking back at the Zen room, and thinking of Su Pan’er’s symptoms, they seed to be completely contrary to those of poisoning.
Feeling unsure, she decided to send for another doctor to examine the patient.
Before the doctor got there, Mrs. Hwa, wife of State Duke Hwa, and others received the news and rushed over to visit. Mrs. Zhang had no choice but to explain the situation, causing a whole series of hustle and bustle.
Su Pan’er, however, did not go to sleep.
She sat cross-legged on the bed, attempting to use her Inner Strength to repair her damaged ridians. The damage to the ridians was significantly improved under the nourishnt of Inner Strength. The only thing Inner Strength was nearly ineffective against was the damage to her ntal power.
Fortunately, Liao Jue, the old bald donkey, didn’t take advantage of her weakened state to deliver a crushing blow. Otherwise, she would have already beco a drooling, idiotic fool by now!
However, she was to bla too.
After being in this world for such a long ti, although she t a few people with stronger Inner Strength than hers, she had never encountered a collision of ntal powers. She let down her guard for a mont and suffered a great loss.
Exiting from concentration, she clearly heard the others whispers, which they believed she couldn’t hear. She lacked the strength to greet them and allowed herself to fall back onto the bed and drift off into dreamland.
Originally, she had planned to process the dicinal ingredients to enhance her cultivation in a few days, but now it seed urgent.
However, since her brain had suffered a major injury, and ordinary herbs and stones couldn’t be of much help, she decided to lie down quietly. Once she had the strength, she would gather the needed dicinal ingredients...
As she thought about this, she slowly drifted off.
During this sleep, she dreamt about her past life. It was as if she was an outsider, watching the short-lived lifeti of herself in a nutshell.
Piece by piece, her past life seed to unfold before her eyes like a fast-forward film.
Afterward, the events of this life, intertwined with the last, constantly switched between Jun Ruochen and Qin Yi’s faces, making her already unconscious brain even more muddled.
In her stupor, she heard what seed like the servants reporting sothing.
"I went to Marquis Zhenguo’s Residence, but the servants at the gate said that the Marquis returned from the morning court session and left with the Prince Regent. He hasn’t returned yet."
"Oh no! Pan’er’s injury is so strange and serious right now, and we can’t find Marquis Zhenguo. What should we do?"
It was Mrs. Zhang’s worried voice.
"Don’t rush, send soone imdiately to find out where the Marquis is. anwhile, you better ask Lord Zhang to go to the palace and report this to His Majesty. If he could get two Imperial Physicians to treat Lady Marquis, it would be even better..."
It was the comforting voice of Mrs. Hwa, wife of State Duke Hwa.
"Great suggestion, grandma. We can also ask His Majesty to send two highly skilled imperial doctors..."
Mrs. Zhang’s voice of joy ca through, but after that, Su Pan’er couldn’t hear anymore.
Qin Yi and Brother Ye are out again, they must be so busy!
She couldn’t help but rember the argunt she had with him yesterday over Little Yanyan. Now that she thought about it carefully, it seed that both of them were speaking too hastily. The result of the disagreent was not her original intention.
But for her to forgive him just like that, it was impossible!
No matter what, he should admit his mistake and bow his head to her, and then...
Then what... she couldn’t rember. She only felt her body was heavy and her head was spinning until she eventually drifted off again.
When Qin Yi hurriedly arrived at Da Ci’en Temple, he saw several servants shivering in the cold outside.
"Why are you all outside?"
The servants had no choice but to answer him: "My lord, it was Mistress, Mistress. Just after taking her dicine, she asked us to wait outside, not to disturb her."
"I see, you can all go back now."
Qin Yi waved his hand, and the maids, who had already turned pale with cold, excitedly took their leave. Qin Yi then hastily rushed inside.
"Pan’er, how are you feeling? Where is it uncomfortable?"
Su Pan’er was already awake when he was talking with the maids. She was unquestionably pleased when she found out that Qin Yi had rushed over!
However, rembering the fact that they were too stubborn to speak to each other, she turned her head to the side, refusing to acknowledge him.
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