Chapter 38: Stopping the Bleeding

 Chapter 38: Stopping the Bleeding

Jishi Hall was only a hundred or so paces away. The assistant had already heard the commotion at the street corner, but when he saw Chu Qianchen walking in first, followed closely by Mo Chen carrying a man drenched in blood, he was still startled. 

Behind them trailed a crowd of curious onlookers, gathering layer upon layer outside the medical hall.

Chu Qianchen instructed, “Please prepare a quiet and clean room for me.”

The assistant quickly agreed and rushed inside to report to Physician Liu.

Moments later, Yun Zhan was settled in the rear hall. 

Following Chu Qianchen’s directions, Mo Chen positioned Yun Zhan to lean against his knees, securely supporting Yun Zhan's upper body with both arms.

“Do not move, and absolutely do not touch the needles on him,” Chu Qianchen warned before stepping out with Physician Liu and Hu Po to prepare.

The rear hall fell silent. The assistant brought over a basin of water, then cautiously asked Mo Chen, “Sir, shall I help clean you up?”

Mo Chen’s face, hands, and robes were covered in Yun Zhan’s blood. His grim appearance, paired with his already cold demeanor, made him seem like a being who had emerged from a sea of corpses—daunting and unapproachable.

But when Mo Chen cast a cold glance at the assistant, the man immediately regretted saying too much.

Mo Chen replied, “No need. Thank you.”

The assistant suddenly realized that Mo Chen wasn’t as frightening as he first appeared. Emboldened, he added, “Don’t worry, sir. The young miss’s medical skills are like a living Buddha’s. As long as there’s a breath left, she can pull someone back from the brink of death!”

Mo Chen remained silent, lowering his gaze to Yun Zhan, who lay unconscious on his knees. His expression flickered with emotion.

Yun Zhan’s injuries were severe—a major blood vessel on the left side of his neck had been severed. If Mo Chen had inflicted such a wound himself, he would have confidently told anyone that this man was beyond saving.

There was no chance of survival.

Yet, that veiled young woman had somehow managed to stop the bleeding…

The assistant, noticing Mo Chen’s disbelief, began recounting stories of Chu Qianchen’s previous feats—how she had pulled two dying patients back from the brink, one of them being Ming Xiyang.

Still, Mo Chen remained silent.

The atmosphere in the rear hall grew heavy and oppressive.

Meanwhile, outside the medical hall, the crowd of onlookers grew increasingly animated, chattering among themselves:

“I’ve heard about General Ming’s case! That day, my aunt’s cousin’s sister saw it herself. General Ming had been coughing up blood and was on the verge of death, but after drinking a bowl of medicine, he was up and full of life again.”

“Wow, I’ve heard of Hua Tuo reviving the dead and healing bones. This young miss must be Hua Tuo reincarnated!”

“Don’t exaggerate. She looks no older than thirteen or fourteen. How could she possess such skills?”

As they debated, a rough male voice interrupted from the back: “Make way! Clear the path!”

A middle-aged man with short stubble and a dignified appearance hurried over. The two guards accompanying him rudely pushed aside the onlookers, carving out a path.

“Sir, we’re quite busy here today—” The assistant stepped forward to dissuade him, intending to suggest visiting another medical hall. But before he could finish, the guards shoved him aside.

The middle-aged man strode directly into the rear hall of Jishi Hall, his forehead glistening with sweat as he called out, “Ah Zhan!” His voice quivered with barely concealed fear.

He immediately spotted Yun Zhan, covered in blood, lying on the couch with Mo Chen beside him. His gaze froze on the inch-long gash on Yun Zhan’s neck.

Seeing this, the Marquis of Loyalty and Valor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

[That scoundrel Yun Hao had hurriedly come back earlier, panicked, claiming that he had slit Yun Zhan’s throat. He said Yun Zhan was bleeding heavily and might not survive, scaring him out of his wits.

However, the cut on Yun Zhan’s neck clearly wasn’t bleeding; it was probably just a minor scrape. How could it be as serious as Yun Hao described?

If the throat had truly been slit, Yun Zhan would already be dead by now.

The more the Marquis thought about it, the more he was convinced Yun Hao had exaggerated. But Yun Zhan was covered in blood and unconscious, so there might be other injuries. He couldn’t afford to have him treated carelessly in such a small clinic.

“Mo Chen, since Yun Zhan is unharmed, I’ll take him back first and have a royal physician examine him.”

The Marquis considered Yun Zhan’s body, bristling with needles, and thought it would be inconvenient to transport him back to the manor like this. “Let’s remove these needles first!”

Mo Chen immediately shouted, “No!”

Holding up Yun Zhan’s upper body cautiously, Mo Chen dared not move recklessly. With only his left hand free, he tried to block the Marquis, but the Marquis easily pushed Mo Chen’s hand aside and plucked the silver needle from Yun Zhan’s throat at the Ren Ying acupoint.

Mo Chen’s expression instantly darkened.

Just then, an attendant from the Jishi Hall burst in. Seeing the Marquis remove a needle from Yun Zhan’s body, the attendant looked as if he’d seen a ghost. “You pulled it out! You actually pulled out the needle!”

“The young miss said these silver needles were used to stop bleeding—they must not be removed…” The attendant panicked and screamed hysterically, “Young miss, someone’s going to die!!”

Young miss? The Marquis furrowed his brow deeper. What young miss?

Before he could process the thought, blood gushed rapidly from the cut on Yun Zhan’s neck, spraying onto the Marquis’s hands, face, and lips. The warm blood was overwhelming.

How could this be? The Marquis was frozen, unsure if he was more shocked or terrified.

Only one thought remained in his mind: Yun Hao was right—he had indeed slit Yun Zhan’s throat.

Yun Zhan’s life was truly in grave danger!

“Young miss!”

Amidst the attendant’s desperate cry of relief, Chu Qianchen hurried in briskly.

She didn’t even glance at the Marquis. Taking out another silver needle, she pressed Yun Zhan’s neck artery with one hand and decisively inserted the needle back into the Ren Ying acupoint with the other. The action was steady and sharp, exuding a ruthless precision.

The Marquis dumbly watched the scene unfold, witnessing the bleeding from his son’s wound slow and stabilize once more.

Yun Zhan’s body was still drenched in blood, yet the silver needles embedded in him remained pristine, untouched by even a hint of blood.

The attendant let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, nearly collapsing from relief.

The Marquis turned his incredulous gaze toward Chu Qianchen. If not for seeing it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed that such a tiny silver needle could stop his son’s bleeding.

It was practically miraculous!

Mo Chen shot the Marquis a frosty glare, his eyes brimming with hostility, and spat out two words: “Get out!”

In that instant, his entire being radiated killing intent, making the Marquis’s hands tremble. The silver needle he had been holding fell to the ground.

Recalling the earlier scene, the Marquis felt somewhat guilty and didn’t dare to argue further. He obediently left the rear hall. The attendant cautiously stood guard at the curtain, fearful that the Marquis might barge in again.

The Marquis didn’t dare to force his way back in, but he couldn’t sit still either. He paced anxiously in the front hall, occasionally glancing at the curtain embroidered with the words “Healing the World,” his heart in turmoil.

Over the years, Yun Zhan had followed Prince Chen to the battlefield, earning numerous merits and bringing glory to the Marquis’s household.

When Yun Hao came to him earlier, saying he had “accidentally” slit Yun Zhan’s throat, the Marquis was furious, but there were priorities. Anger wouldn’t save the situation, so he rushed here in a panic to deal with it.

Yun Hao and Yun Zhan were both his sons. As long as Yun Zhan survived, it would be a family matter—a minor dispute between brothers. But if Yun Zhan died, Yun Hao would be guilty of fratricide, and Prince Chen might even take offense…

The Marquis almost went in several times but ultimately restrained himself. He stood motionless in the front hall, like a stone statue.]