Chapter 41: Taking Charge

 Chapter 41: Taking Charge

Gu Jue strode into the back hall.

A strong smell of medicine hit his nose, mixed with a heavy scent of blood.

At first glance, he saw Yun Zhan lying on the couch, his blue robe stained with bright red blood.

"Your Highness."

Mo Chen again bowed to Gu Jue.

He had heard the commotion outside just now. A sharp glint flashed in his dark eyes. Marquis Zhongyong was just a fallen noble, yet he dared to attempt to control the prince!

At that moment, a lamp in the back hall cast dim light.

Yun Zhan's eyes were tightly shut, his face pale, but his breathing was steady. The blood on his face and hands had been carefully cleaned, and his neck was wrapped in layers of snow-white gauze. Beneath the gauze, greenish medicinal ointment could be seen, though no blood had seeped through.

This meant that the bleeding from his wound had completely stopped.

Gu Jue gazed deeply at Yun Zhan on the couch.

From the bloodstains outside the Qingming tea shop, it was clear that Yun Zhan had been seriously injured.

For him to survive a severed jugular was unheard of, even for someone like Gu Jue, who had fought on the battlefield for many years.

This was Yun Zhan's fortune!

Under the candlelight, Gu Jue’s narrow eyes were bright and clear. His heart finally felt at ease, and he asked, "Mo Chen, what exactly happened?"

Mo Chen began recounting their visit to the medical clinic, mentioning their encounter with Chu Qianchen. To avoid eavesdropping, he carefully left out the fact that they had been searching for a divine physician for Gu Jue and spoke vaguely in some areas.

"After we left the clinic, Yun Zhan went to the tea shop to buy tea, and I went to buy wine. We had separated for a while. When I heard the commotion outside and went out, Yun Zhan had already been wounded by Yun Hao’s blade..."

As Mo Chen recalled the scene, his expression became colder and more intense.

Yun Zhan's blood splattered onto his hands, still warm. He desperately tried to stop it, but it wouldn’t cease.

At that moment, he thought Yun Zhan was going to die, just like those comrades who fell on the battlefield.

But Yun Zhan’s death felt even more tragic. He had survived the battlefield, only to die on the streets of the capital...

Until that young miss appeared.

She pulled Yun Zhan back from the brink of death.

"Your Highness, that young miss’s medical skills are truly extraordinary." Mo Chen looked at Gu Jue without blinking.

His usual deadpan voice now carried a trace of excitement.

Since this clinic was not the place for detailed discussions, Mo Chen kept his explanation brief and did not elaborate further.

Gu Jue’s gaze remained on Yun Zhan. He spoke abruptly, "Next time something like this happens, just act immediately."

Gu Jue knew full well that with Yun Zhan’s skills, it was impossible for someone like Yun Hao to injure him easily. Yun Zhan must have not wanted to trouble him, so he only defended and refrained from attacking, leaving an opening for the enemy.

"I have not reached the point where even you can't be protected."

The simple sentence, neither too light nor too heavy, carried an air of finality, as if to say, "This is how it will be."

As for the petty scheming in the capital, what was there for him not to see through?

In the end, it was all for the tiger seal in his possession.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Mo Chen cupped his hands in response. His face remained cold and indifferent, but his eyes gleamed brightly, as if he were gazing at his own belief.

After this exchange, the back hall fell silent, while the front hall grew increasingly noisy.

"Useless fools!"

The angry and agitated curse of Marquis Zhongyong clearly reached the back hall through the door curtain, along with the sounds of Yun Hao crying out, "It hurts, it hurts!"

Seeing his son writhing in pain on the ground, Marquis Zhongyong was filled with heartache, his brows tightly furrowed.

However, the physicians in this clinic were all incompetent. The physician, Liu, even said that Yun Hao's wrist bones were shattered, and the fracture was too difficult to mend; he was powerless to help.

"What about that young girl? Why haven’t you called her to me?" Marquis Zhongyong asked sharply.

"Lord," Physician Liu bowed with a forced smile, "That young miss is just a guest at our Jishi Medical Hall, she came to buy medicinal herbs..."

"Preposterous! A mere physician dares to disrespect me!" Marquis Zhongyong interrupted him coldly, not believing a word of what was said.

In his mind, the young miss must be the female physician from Jishi Medical Hall.

She had saved Yun Zhan, who had his throat slashed, so she could definitely save Hao Ge’er.

“Right now, immediately, get her back to me. If you don’t, I’ll smash this broken clinic of yours,” Marquis Zhongyong shouted louder, showing no restraint, making sure that his voice could be heard clearly in the back hall for Gu Jue to hear.

Although Yun Zhan was fine, Prince Chen still refused to back down, showing him no respect, and insisted on ruining his son’s hand.

Gu Jue was a prince, and even the emperor feared him, but Marquis Zhongyong could do nothing to him. However, if even such a small clinic dared to humiliate him, he would not let it slide.

Marquis Zhongyong grabbed a pulse pillow and was about to smash it on the ground when Gu Jue’s cold voice came from the back hall:

“If you smash this clinic, I’ll smash your Marquis’s residence.”

The young man’s voice carried a hint of laughter, but it was devoid of warmth.

"..."

Marquis Zhongyong’s words stopped abruptly, as if his throat had been seized.

When the late emperor was alive, Prince Chen was a reckless and domineering figure in the capital, unyielding and decisive in his actions. Marquis Zhongyong truly believed that if Prince Chen said something, he would certainly follow through.

Tightening his grip on the pulse pillow, Marquis Zhongyong dared not strike it down.

Physician Liu’s heart raced twice before gradually calming down.

They were just a small clinic, but they could never afford to offend an Marquis's residence. Fortunately, the prince had their back.

Marquis Zhongyong took a deep breath and ordered his guards, “Let’s go, we’re returning to the residence.”

“Hao Ge’er, don’t be afraid. I’ll find an imperial physician for you. They will definitely be able to heal your hand.”

"......"

In the front hall, another round of noise broke out, but this time, everyone lowered their voices, afraid of disturbing Gu Jue in the back hall and angering him.

"Look," Gu Jue said with a light smile, "In the northern lands, I hold the power; in the capital, I need not suffer in silence."

Mo Chen stood quietly behind Gu Jue, like a sharp blade, his gaze growing even more intense.

The prince was his everything, his sky, his earth!

Mo Chen believed that if there was anyone in the world capable of curing the prince, it would be the young miss who had pulled Yun Zhan back from the brink of death.

(The End of This Chapter)