Chapter 37: 037 Yun Zhan

 Chapter 37: 037 Yun Zhan  

Yun Zhan saw a flash of silver light before his eyes, followed by a sea of crimson filling his vision.  

"Your right hand will be lightly numb and slow to respond; in severe cases, it may lose all feeling..."  

The calm voice of the young girl at Jishi Hall echoed in his mind.  

She was right again!  

It was uncanny.  

If her medical skills were as remarkable as her “foresight,” perhaps she could truly save the prince!  

Yun Zhan, feeling cold throughout his body, thought hazily, his limbs growing heavy.  

"Yun Zhan!"  

Mo Chen dashed out from a nearby tavern, running toward Yun Zhan with the speed and power of a charging leopard.  

Yun Zhan? Hearing this name, Chu Qianchen was slightly stunned. Her phoenix-like eyes filled with shock as she stared blankly at the blue-robed youth bleeding profusely.  

So he was Yun Zhan!  

 

No wonder she had never seen him in Prince Chen's entourage in her previous life.  

By that time, Yun Zhan was already dead.  

Although gone, his name was often mentioned by those around Prince Chen. One year, on the anniversary of Yun Zhan’s death, Mo Chen drank two jars of wine and uncharacteristically spoke at length. He said Yun Zhan had died unjustly—not on the northern battlefield but on the streets of the capital.  

She had pressed him for details.  

Mo Chen explained that Yun Zhan had gotten into a quarrel and, inexplicably, lost his grip during the fight. His neck artery was slashed, and he bled out.  

Mo Chen had been there but was powerless to help. He could only watch helplessly as Yun Zhan closed his eyes for the last time.  

The usually reserved and cold Mo Chen had revealed rare sorrow when recounting this incident.  

Even up to Mo Chen's death in battle, he had never let it go.  

"Murder!"  

"Report to the authorities!"  

Shrill cries erupted from the crowd, plunging the street into chaos.  

Terrified bystanders stared at Yun Zhan's collapsed form, shocked that the fight had escalated into a fatality!  

Mo Chen quickly supported Yun Zhan, pressing his right hand against the wound on Yun Zhan's left neck.  

Bright red blood seeped through Mo Chen's fingers, dyeing his hand crimson in an instant.  

Drip, drip...  

Blood dripped to the ground, each drop horrifying.  

"Yun Zhan!" Mo Chen's voice rose slightly, his brow furrowed in intense worry.  

Yun Zhan's complexion was pale as paper, his breathing faint. He was exhaling more than he was inhaling, his gaze unfocused and distant.  

Even with Mo Chen using both hands to press on the wound, the bleeding wouldn’t stop. Blood continued to gush out relentlessly.  

Yun Hao was also stunned, taking a stiff step back. He stammered defensively, "It’s his own fault. It has nothing to do with this young master..."  

"Move aside!"  

Chu Qianchen pushed Yun Hao aside and rushed to Yun Zhan's side. She crouched down and said urgently to Mo Chen, "His left carotid artery is severed, but he can still be saved. I can save him. But you must follow my instructions!"  

The situation was critical. Without time for lengthy explanations, Chu Qianchen locked eyes with Mo Chen.  

Her gaze was calm and confident, exuding composure even in the face of catastrophe. Remembering her earlier actions at Jishi Hall, Mo Chen gritted his teeth and made a decision—to take a gamble and trust her.  

"I’m counting on you," Mo Chen said through clenched teeth.  

Chu Qianchen instructed firmly, "Release your hands."  

Mo Chen took a deep breath and released the hand covering Yun Zhan's wound. Immediately, blood gushed out from the injury on Yun Zhan's neck at an alarming rate, staining Chu Qianchen's veil a vivid crimson.

Without hesitation, Chu Qianchen swiftly thrust the index finger of her right hand into the gory wound, pressing firmly on the left carotid artery.

Everyone around was stunned, and a timid woman even let out a sharp scream.

"Miss!" Hu Po, who had just purchased some snacks, noticed the commotion and ran over quickly.

Seeing Chu Qianchen drenched in blood, Hu Po was almost beside herself with panic.

Chu Qianchen shoved her needle pouch into Hu Po's hands and said, "Open it for me."

Hu Po, though flustered, immediately unfolded the pouch. Chu Qianchen deftly grabbed a needle with her left hand and plunged it into Yun Zhan's temple without delay.

Mo Chen's eyes widened slightly.

The temple is one of the fatal points of the human body. If handled improperly, it could cost a life.

However, the moment Chu Qianchen inserted the needle, the gushing blood suddenly stopped!

Not only that, Yun Zhan's breathing seemed to ease. Although it was still weak, he was no longer on the verge of death as before.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Mo Chen's heart. He said in a deep voice, "Please, save him!"

"Don't worry," Chu Qianchen replied without lifting her head. "Keep him in this position and don't move."

Using her left hand to handle the needles, Chu Qianchen's movements were remarkably steady. If Mo Chen hadn’t just seen her writing with her right hand at the Ji Shi Hall earlier, he would have thought she was left-handed.

Her actions were swift and precise as she continued to place needles at critical acupuncture points on Yun Zhan's body. Her movements were so fluid that there wasn’t a hint of hesitation.

Within just a few moments, Chu Qianchen was already drenched in sweat.

Mo Chen held his breath, focusing intently on her and Yun Zhan, not daring to interrupt.

Finally, Chu Qianchen picked up the last silver needle and steadily inserted it into the Baihui point at the top of Yun Zhan's head. She twisted the needle gently but with measured precision.

After a while, she let go. Although there was no breeze, the silver needle continued to tremble in Yun Zhan's Baihui point. Soon after, the other silver needles on his body began to vibrate as if in resonance. They gradually stilled after a few moments.

Hu Po quickly used a cloth to wipe the sweat and blood off Chu Qianchen’s forehead.

Chu Qianchen exhaled deeply, slowly releasing her right hand from the wound. She wiped the blood off her hands with the cloth and said to Mo Chen, "I've managed to temporarily stabilize his condition."

"However, you must be careful. None of these needles can be touched."

"Pick him up. We need to get him to a medical clinic."

"Alright," Mo Chen responded without hesitation.

At this moment, Mo Chen was ready to agree to anything Chu Qianchen said, as long as Yun Zhan could survive.

He bent down and lifted Yun Zhan into his arms. As he passed by Yun Hao, who stood trembling three steps away, Mo Chen gave him a frosty look, cold as a demon from the depths of hell.

Yun Hao shivered under Mo Chen’s gaze but forced himself to retort, "What? Not satisfied?! He’s just useless on his own—"

"Move," Chu Qianchen interrupted, her voice as calm as ever. "Don't block the way."

Right now, Yun Zhan's life was the top priority. No one had the energy to argue further.

Mo Chen carried Yun Zhan past Yun Hao and followed Chu Qianchen toward the Ji Shi Hall.

Yun Hao watched them leave with a sullen expression, not daring to stop them.

He knew he had caused trouble this time.

If Yun Zhan survived, the worst he would face was a scolding from his father. But if Yun Zhan died…

No, he had to find his father!

With that thought, Yun Hao mounted his horse and hurried off in another direction, accompanied by two guards.

(End of Chapter)