Yi Xin as a concubine

"master."

"Kings."

"Master... Leader, there's something going on over there." A guard pointed in a direction and said to Wangchuan.

"Let's go and take a look." Wangchuan shouted.

Chu Xingchen silently looked at the group of wild beasts that surrounded him. His heart felt cold. He carefully put the purse back into his arms and protected it tightly.

"That's it, I'm tired!"

Amid the chaotic sound of footsteps, Chu Xingchen closed his eyes in despair and relief.

"Master! Be careful!"

"Master, hold on, I'm here to save you!"

Wangchuan's eyes were red with anger, and the scene before him made his blood flow back. His elegant, wise and brave master was surrounded by a group of beasts, and his master was so seriously injured that he was dying and had no power to resist.

"Kill these beasts and save the master, quickly!" Wangchuan shouted.

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"Master, wake up, it's time to take the medicine." Wangchuan held the medicine, carefully helped Chu Xingchen up, and called in a low voice.

Hearing someone talking in his ear, Chu Xingchen felt a splitting headache and was in a daze. He wanted to open his eyes to see who was making so much noise, but he couldn't do it. It was even more difficult to move his fingers and limbs.

"Chief, what should we do? The master can't drink!" A guard was so anxious that he was turning around in circles.

"Oh, if only Madam Xin were still here." Wang Chuan sighed and continued to call out to Chu Xingchen helplessly, hoping that his master could hear him and wake up soon.

"Which lady in the palace is Madam Xin? I will fetch her over immediately and let her take care of the master. Will the master be willing to take the medicine?" another guard asked stupidly.

"Oh, Madam Xin is the master's favorite concubine. You know nothing. Just shut up. If the master hears, he will be sad again."

"Both of you shut up. Hurry up and call the doctor to see if there is any other way to make the master drink the medicine." Wang Chuan became impatient and interrupted and scolded.

The sound of "Mrs. Xin" echoed in my ears, and the disconnected memories came back little by little. The little girl's every smile and frown in my memory gradually became clear, and the experiences along the way were also vivid in my mind.

"Water." The voice was hoarse and weak, as if it was squeezed out from a dry throat.

"Master, you are finally awake. What do you want? Please say it again. Why hasn't the doctor come yet? Go and ask someone to urge him." Wangchuan ordered happily and anxiously.

"Water!" Chu Xingchen said again in a low voice, this time louder.

"Water, okay, water, water, pour the water over here quickly." Wangchuan shouted at the guards who were peeking at the door.

He ran in with a start, trotted to the table to pour some water, and then trotted to hand it to Wangchuan. Wangchuan took it and carefully fed it to Chu Xingchen.

After drinking the water, Chu Xingchen felt his throat felt better. After a while, he finally opened his eyes. At this time, the old doctor was also dragged into the house by two guards.

"The patient is already awake, why are you rushing him? Ouch! My old bones are about to fall apart." The old doctor couldn't help complaining, but he still walked to the bedside with medical ethics, took a few deep breaths, evened out his breathing, and then began to take the patient's pulse.

"It won't be a big problem once he wakes up. The rest are just external injuries. The wounds have been treated well. Just take some medicine and rest." The old doctor put away the pulse pillow and said slowly.

"Thank you, doctor!" Chu Xingchen couldn't get up, so he reluctantly nodded in the direction of the doctor and expressed his gratitude.

"The young man is good, but his subordinates are not very reliable and impatient. You don't look like someone who is short of money, so find two people to take good care of you. You have too many wounds, so you have to be careful when washing and don't touch water. It will be troublesome if it gets infected." The old doctor took the opportunity to flatter the two guards who had just kidnapped him.

Chu Xingchen was very tired and smiled apologetically. Wang Chuan quickly replied, "I am an ignorant kid and offended you. Please forgive me. I will personally take you back and ask you to get some medicine for me."

"You are a good boy, come with me!" The old doctor was very satisfied with Wangchuan's attitude. He stroked his sparse beard, shook his head and walked away.

Wang Chuan hurriedly followed, and before leaving, he glared at the two impatient subordinates and threatened them, "Watch out for the master, I will only ask you questions if you have any."

"Yes." The two dared not to be negligent and responded loudly in a flattering manner.

"You go down first!" Chu Xingchen looked at a group of young men who were surrounding him with eager eyes. He felt that the air around him was getting thinner. Wangchuan went to do something busy. He didn't want to ask how he was rescued for the time being. He irritably drove everyone out. Only then did he feel that his breathing was much smoother. His head unconsciously recalled the process of being injured. Maybe he was too tired and too weak. He fell asleep again unknowingly.

Wangchuan came back with the medicine and was shocked to see his master lying there unconscious again. He trotted over and put his finger under Chu Xingchen's nose to test it. He felt a warm air flow and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Without disturbing his master's rest, he walked out of the door in a heroic and high-spirited manner. Then he scolded all the guards guarding outside the door. Only then did he relieve the anger in his heart and went to decoct medicine for his master in a calm manner.

The guards were left staring at each other innocently, after all, they were the ones who had to bear it all.

When Chu Xingchen woke up, it was already dark. It was only after Wangchuan had prepared the medicine and brought it to him while it was still warm that he called out.

"Master, get up and take the medicine. It won't be effective if it gets cold." Wangchuan said.

With the support of Wangchuan, Chu Xingchen half leaned on the bed and nodded slightly. Seeing Wangchuan holding a spoon to feed him, he frowned, endured the pain in his arm and took the bowl of medicine. Half a bowl of dark brown medicine was still enough for him who was weak.

The medicine juice jumped irregularly in the bowl for a few times as the owner's body moved slightly, and finally returned to silence.

"Master, let me do it!" Wangchuan said, unable to bear it any longer.

Chu Xingchen shook his head, lowered his head and closed his eyes, then drank the medicine in the bowl with one last breath. It was so bitter that he didn't dare to open his mouth, for fear that he would spit it out if he opened his mouth.

Wangchuan quickly poured a large cup of warm water and handed it to him. After drinking two cups of water, Chu Xingchen felt that the bitterness in his mouth had faded a little.

"Master, I asked someone to make you some porridge. It should be perfect for you to eat now. Do you want to take some time off before you rest?"

Wangchuan asked tentatively. He knew that his master didn't like to eat when he was sick, and no one could persuade him before. But after Madam Xin came, he would eat up everything Madam Xin cooked.

Thinking of this, Wangchuan couldn't help but sigh. He didn't know when Madam Xin would come back, and that girl Wei Yu didn't even write him a letter. It was really a waste of time to be nice to her.

Chu Xingchen had no appetite, but he also knew that they couldn't stay here for long and had to conserve their energy at all times. He shook his head halfway and finally nodded.

Wangchuan was so excited that he was afraid that his master would change his mind in the next second, so he picked up the empty medicine bowl beside him and ran out. Then in almost the blink of an eye, he came back with a white porcelain bowl.

Chu Xingchen felt a little pain in his eyes as he looked at his subordinate who was holding a bowl of porridge with a silly smile on his face. Finally, he gave up struggling and let him feed him spoonful after spoonful with a silly smile. He thought to himself: I must get better as soon as possible. I really don't want to see my subordinate's eye-catching actions anymore.

It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. Although Chu Xingchen did not suffer any broken bones, he had too many wounds, both deep and shallow. The deepest one was on his abdomen. If Wang Chuan had not been able to sew it up, it would have taken at least ten days or half a month for this wound to heal.

The wound was sutured, and with Chu Xingchen's extra cooperation this time, it healed quite quickly. After lying down for five days, the deepest wound no longer bleeds, and Chu Xingchen decides to leave.

They are now living in a small village near the border. The location is a bit remote, but still relatively close to the town, so the refugees were arranged to live there.

However, there are not many residents here. There happened to be a family named Fu with a small population, and the vacant house was just enough for them to live in. The old doctor was the patriarch of the family and knew some simple medical skills.

When they rescued Chu Xingchen from the mouth of a wild beast, Chu Xingchen was covered in blood and in urgent need of rescue. However, they were deep in the mountains and it was impossible to find a good doctor.

Or there was an accompanying guard who had previously participated in refugee resettlement work and happened to be in charge of several nearby villages. At the critical moment, he remembered that there was a doctor in Fujia Wanzi and asked him to remember this person because very few people in their tribe died of illness along the way, all thanks to this old doctor.