The ugly girl's nirvana, the disabled prince's love

Shen Yiran glanced at him with a look that was hard to describe. "Take your master back to take a bath first. Come to the side yard and call me when you're ready."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and took Yun'er back to the side yard.

Yun'er quickly prepared hot water for Shen Yiran and said, "Miss, please go take a bath and drive away the cold." After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes and walked forward, carefully holding the corner of the young lady's wet clothes and slowly helped her take them off.

Shen Yiran smiled slightly and stepped into the bathtub. The warm water instantly wrapped around her body and the coldness in her body dissipated a little.

Seeing that girl Yun'er seemed to want to say something but hesitated, he understood what she wanted to ask, "Yun'er, don't think too much, I just went for a run. When I went out, I saw that you were still sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up." Then he told her what happened afterwards.

Yun'er was terrified when she heard this, "Miss, you must bring me with you when you go out next time. I was so scared that I cried today..."

In the main courtyard on the other side, Lin Bei carefully helped Ren Jingzhi take a bath. At this moment, he was sitting in the bathtub, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, as if he was enduring great pain.

Water drops slid down his wet hair, along his thin cheeks, and dripped into the bathtub, splashing slight ripples. His lips were bloodless and trembling slightly, as if even breathing was extremely difficult.

He wanted to ask what was going on, but seeing how weak his master was, he swallowed the words back. He knew that he had to help his master finish bathing as soon as possible. His master looked like a candle in the wind, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on for long. His heart was in a knot, and his hands moved more and more hurriedly, but he tried his best to remain gentle, for fear of causing more pain to his master.

Seeing Lin Bei's worried look, he couldn't help but comfort him, "Don't worry, I'm not injured, I just caught a cold after falling into the pool." What he didn't know was that after Shen Yiran felt his pulse, he had taken a pill to protect his heart pulse. Otherwise, he would not be able to speak at this time. The poison he was poisoned with was most sensitive to cold, and the frequency of the poison attack increased significantly every winter.

After about half a cup of tea, he put on his master's inner clothes and helped him lie down on the bed. Just as he was about to go to the side yard to call the prince's wife, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and then Yun'er's voice came, "Brother Lin Bei, has the prince finished bathing?"

"Okay! Okay!" Lin Bei responded hurriedly, and ran quickly to open the door.

After Shen Yiran finished her bath, she was still a little worried. She didn't wait for Lin Bei to invite her over but hurried over. After all, he became like this to save her. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but wonder if this Ice Face was a fool? He jumped in even though he couldn't swim.

Looking at Lin Bei's worried face, she comforted him, "Your master is fine. A few injections will relieve the symptoms." Then she walked towards the bed.

Lin Bei walked out, closed the door carefully, and then sat on the bluestone steps at the door with Yun'er.

Shen Yiran sat down beside the bed, looked at Ren Jingzhi and asked, "How do you feel now? What's wrong?"

"I feel chest tightness, dizziness, and some hot flashes..." He was a little out of breath, and his words were full of effort. This shouldn't be the case. He had already taken a heart-protecting pill by the lotus pond, so why was the situation so difficult?

She leaned over to take a closer look. She saw that his face was flushed, his hair was wet, his eyes were blurry, his breathing was rapid, and he looked extremely weak and in pain. If these symptoms were not controlled, they would probably cause a high fever. She suddenly remembered that her grandfather had said that lotus would release toxins in double when encountering certain poisons. Once a new toxin was formed, it would be fatal and there was no medicine to cure it. She could only use the Thirteenth Shock to detoxify it.

At this moment, Shen Yiran felt very guilty. If she hadn't gone for a morning run, none of these things would have happened. But fate was always so unpredictable. Who could have expected that an ordinary morning run would cause so many incidents.

He opened the medicine box and saw the Thirteen Needles placed on the top layer as expected. She quickly opened the needle bag and reached out to untie Ren Jingzhi's underwear, but he grabbed her and his face turned even redder.

"If you still want to live, don't waste time. In the eyes of doctors, there is no gender distinction. Besides, didn't we check it out yesterday? How come you still act like a grown woman?"

"I'm not wearing pants." He whispered, looking embarrassed. "Lin Bei was nervous and neglected this matter." Lin Bei, this kid, actually embarrassed him so much. He will definitely teach him a lesson in the future.

Well, this is indeed a bit embarrassing. At least I left him with some pants yesterday, but now he is running around naked. It is really a bit...

"Where are your pants?"

"On the ottoman next to the tub."

Shen Yiran walked to the bathroom behind the screen, picked up the trousers and asked Ren Jingzhi, "Do you want me to help you, or do it yourself?" He glared at her in embarrassment, snatched the trousers from her hand, hid them under the quilt and changed them, then lifted the quilt after changing.

Shen Yiran glanced at him and thought, if you glare at me again, I won’t even leave my pants for you next time.

She said to the icy face on the bed, "This acupuncture is a bit risky. You can't move. The slightest deviation will cost you your life. Do you understand?"

"Ah."

After getting the response, she took out a row of slender silver needles from the sandalwood box in the medicine box, each of which was flashing a faint cold light. She gently rolled up her sleeves, held a silver needle firmly with her fingers, took a deep breath, and made a move in an instant. The silver needle pierced into Ren Jingzhi's acupuncture point accurately like a flash of lightning.

She was extremely skilled, inserting the needles as fast as the wind, yet extremely precise. The depth and angle of each needle were just right, as if she had practiced it thousands of times.

After a while, beads of sweat began to seep out of her forehead, but her eyes remained firm and calm. She concentrated on feeling the changes in his pulse and adjusting the strength and rhythm of the acupuncture at any time.

After a cup of tea, all thirteen silver needles were accurately inserted into the acupuncture points.

"The needle has been inserted successfully. You just need to wait a little while before the needle is removed."

Shen Yiran's slightly wrinkled brows slowly relaxed, he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, sat down on the soft stool beside him, put his hand on Ren Jingzhi's wrist, and said after a moment, "Fortunately, it's under control, and the pulse is gradually stabilizing."

Ren Jingzhi looked at the somewhat tired woman in front of him and felt a little distressed.

Outside the bedroom, Lin Bei, who had been silent the whole time, hesitated for a while before asking, "What happened just now? Did the Crown Prince's Consort tell you?"

Yun'er nodded and said, "Yes." Then she recounted the whole story from beginning to end.

"Oh my God, the master can't swim at all, is he crazy?" Fortunately, the Crown Prince's wife knows how to swim, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. Just thinking about it, cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Yun'er, you must stay close to the Crown Prince's Consort in the future and never let her go out alone."

"Yeah, I got it." Yun'er nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Shen Yiran estimated the time and it was time to remove the needle. "I'm going to remove the needle for you, you must not move."

"Yeah." Ren Jingzhi responded softly.

She took a deep breath, then stretched out her hand, gently and accurately grasped the first silver needle, and saw her slightly turn her wrist, and the silver needle slowly withdrew from the acupuncture point like an obedient spirit, without a trace of hesitation. Then, she did the same thing again, pulling out the remaining silver needles one by one.