After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

"woke up."

Feng Qingtan pushed the door open and walked in. He wasn't surprised to see Yuan Ge sitting on the bedside in a daze. He simply placed the medicine bowl on the bedside, naturally pulled over a stool, sat down, and took her pulse, muttering to himself, "I thought you'd wake up today, and sure enough. Well, your pulse is much better. It seems the medicine is working."

Yuan Ge looked dazed, his eyes blankly staring at the fingertips on his wrist. After hearing this, he raised his eyes and asked, "The medicine has arrived? So soon? How many days have I slept?"

"Less than five days." Feng Qingtan finished taking her pulse and put her hand back into the quilt. He then laughed and scolded her softly, "You silly girl, you seem to be sleeping soundly, but you didn't realize that you scared the hell out of me, an old man! And you're still talking about helping me? Your grandfather is in better health. He suddenly passed out out of nowhere... I didn't help much, and I ended up making things really difficult for me."

"Don't even mention me. Grandma Dou was also scared by you, did you know? It was the first time I saw that old woman's face turn pale... She almost ripped the top of my head off!" Feng Qingtan muttered as he poked her head, but he was reluctant to use too much force, so he didn't have any strength at all.

How can I bear to make it heavier?

Feng Qingtan looked at Yuan Ge, who was obviously exhausted, and finally sighed heavily. The finger that had been poking her forehead gently stroked the back of her head, and said earnestly, "You were really in danger this time. It's my fault for not stopping you... Don't take risks like this in the future, understand?"

Feng Qingtan's nagging, heard from far and near, seemed unreal. Yuan Ge had just woken up and was a little confused. After a long pause, he finally realized that with less than five days, it would be too late even if he rode as fast as he could. Besides, Wei Rui was no ordinary thing, so it would probably take a long time to buy it... And her medicine...

"Then why did I wake up?" she asked.

"Of course it's because of my excellent medical skills!" Feng Qingtan smiled very proudly and handed over a bowl of medicine. "Here, drink this first. If it gets cold, the medicine will not be as effective."

"I'm not so sick that I forget things. The Weirui Fruit hasn't arrived yet. No matter how good your medical skills are, you can't cook without rice." Yuan Ge held the medicine bowl and didn't drink it. He just glanced at the other person, with a half-smile on his face, which clearly showed that he didn't believe it at all.

This look made Feng Qingtan feel inexplicably guilty, and he couldn't even keep the smile on his face. So he simply stopped smiling and just pointed at the medicine bowl with a fierce face, "What do you care about me! Regardless of whether there is rice or not, I have successfully dragged you back from the gates of hell. A little girl like you still has a lot to learn... Drink it! After you finish drinking, I will settle the score with you and calculate how many times you have caused chaos on the mountain recently!"

As he spoke, he had the same playful smile as always, and even the gentleness in his eyes had not changed at all.

Yuan Ge couldn't understand what was going on. He was about to drink the medicine from the bowl when a frown suddenly crossed his face. Feng Qingtan, always paying attention to his expression, explained, "You've been sleeping for several days, and your already frail body is even weaker. So I added some deer blood to the recipe... I know you don't like the smell, so I didn't add much. Drink it quickly."

Yuan Ge remained silent, holding her breath as she drank the medicine. She took the candied fruit the old man handed her, suppressing the unpleasant taste in her throat. The discomfort sobered her up a bit, and she noticed the old man's face was a pale blue, almost bloodless. She handed the bowl back and said, "Why do you look so bad?"

The old man touched his cheek and smiled awkwardly, "What else can I say? I haven't had a good night's sleep in days. Even a body of iron can't bear it! If you wake up a few days later, I might go down to see your parents!"

"What nonsense..." Yuan Ge rolled his eyes and scolded, "If you're tired, go and rest. My parents are fine down there, and they don't need you to visit them."

Feng Qingtan choked.

"You damned girl, you're still so sharp-tongued." Despite cursing like this, she felt a sigh of relief in her heart. The situation hadn't gotten too bad, and she didn't seem to have thought of anything else. Feng Qingtan glanced at the bowl of medicine, which still had a small sip of it left in it, and shook his head helplessly. But he didn't say anything else. He only said, "Sleep a little longer. I'll go check on your grandfather first."

"Okay." She agreed, and as she watched him walk out, she suddenly asked, "How is Grandfather?"

"It's still the same..." The words escaped his lips as his feet suddenly stopped, and his face, facing away from Yuan Ge, quickly paled. He stood there, his breaths taking unusually long pauses. After a long pause, he finally let out a long sigh. "Your condition was critical. I saved you with the Weirui fruit from the herb garden... Your grandfather and the others can only wait for news from Shengjing. In an emergency, we had to make do. Besides, it wasn't all in vain. Look, you're awake, which proves my prescription was right after all, don't you agree?"

After saying that, he turned around, grinned, and reached out to touch his hair. But before his hand touched the back of his head, he suddenly stopped and withdrew it in disappointment.

He looks a little guilty.

"Is that one enough?"

"You're awake now, that's enough." The old man chuckled, not forgetting to boast about his medical skills, "Don't you think about who I am?"

Yuan Ge tilted her head, observing the old man. She felt something was amiss, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pinpoint it. Just as the old man had said, she'd woken up, which naturally meant the recipe was fine—this was good news. She suppressed her chaotic thoughts and nodded, "That's good... Since the recipe is fine, go get some rest. Wait for Wen Peiji to find the Wei Rui Fruit. We'll be busy then."

"Okay." Feng Qingtan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became more relaxed. "I'm at this age, and I really can't afford to work so hard. I'm so tired! Let's go! Oh, yes, Grandma Dou has prepared some porridge and side dishes for you. I guess she will be here soon." After saying that, he yawned and went out.

Yuan Ge leaned back against the soft pillow, hugging the quilt. Her gaze fell on the quietly draped beaded curtain, and the corners of her mouth slowly drooped. She didn't know what those dreams meant. Were they lost memories, or illusions conjured by Wei Rui? She wanted to ask, but didn't dare. The lingering smell of deer blood in the closed room seemed unpleasant. She pulled the quilt higher in front of her and buried her nose in it.

After a while, a tear slowly fell from the corner of his eye.