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Taking advantage of this opportunity, his subordinates broke through the black-clad men's obstruction and rushed to Zhan Yan's side to fight alongside him.

Under Zhan Yan's leadership, their morale soared, and they became increasingly ruthless in their attacks.

Gradually, fewer and fewer men in black remained, and the few who were left, seeing the situation was dire, tried to escape. How could Zhan Yan let them go? Dragging his wounded body, he chased after the fleeing men in black.

He ran very slowly, and with each step he felt as if the wound in his abdomen was about to burst open, but he showed no sign of giving up.

In the end, all the men in black were wiped out on the beach. The sand was littered with corpses and blood, the seawater was stained a pale red, and the sea breeze carried the nauseating stench of blood.

Zhan Yan could no longer hold on; his body swayed, and he collapsed onto the beach.

His vision blurred completely, and he could only vaguely see the old fisherman and Yingyi surrounding him, their faces filled with anxiety and worry. He tried to say something, but found that he didn't even have the strength to speak, and his consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

The shouts of the crowd rang in his ears, but faded into the distance. Zhan Yan felt as if he were floating on the sea, his body growing lighter and lighter, all his pain disappearing, leaving only endless darkness and tranquility.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhan Yan gradually regained consciousness. He felt himself lying on a soft bed, covered with a thick quilt, with a faint herbal scent in the air.

He subconsciously called out, "Wanwan?"

However, there was silence all around, and not a single response.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was an unfamiliar room.

"You're awake?" A surprised voice rang out. Zhan Yan turned his head and saw the old fisherman sitting by the bed with a relieved smile on his face.

His arm was wrapped in thick bandages, clearly from the injury he sustained that day.

"Uncle..." Zhan Yan's voice was hoarse and dry. He tried to sit up, but his body still felt weak and powerless, and his wounds on his abdomen and back were throbbing with pain.

"Don't move, you're badly injured, lie down and rest." The old fisherman quickly pressed him down: "We were so grateful to your men that day for saving you and me. The doctor said that the wound in your abdomen almost damaged your internal organs, it's a miracle you survived."

Zhan Yan nodded, the scene of the fierce battle on the beach that day flashing through his mind, and he still felt a lingering fear.

He then remembered that Wanwan was still in the palace taking care of the King of Wu and would not have come to the seaside.

A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes. Usually, when he was injured, it was she who took care of him.

The old fisherman noticed his gloomy expression and assumed that he had failed to capture all the people from the Heavenly Mandate Palace.

He gently advised, "Your men have all been injured to varying degrees. Given the current situation, they can no longer go out to sea and need to recuperate first!"

Zhan Yan nodded: "I understand, thank you, sir!"

The old fisherman waved his hand: "You don't need to thank me. I only provided you with a place to stay. The one who helped the most was our doctor. She stayed by your side to take care of you, and your subordinates also owe a lot to her!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a reproachful voice came from outside: "Uncle, he just woke up. Don't disturb him too much. You know how badly he was injured!"

The old fisherman squinted and smiled: "Oh dear, look, Physician Huijun is angry. I'd better hurry out!"

Huijun carried the medicine to Zhan Yan, her face showing concern.

She placed the bowl on the low table by the bedside, her movements gentle yet decisive, and reached out to touch Zhan Yan's forehead.

Zhan Yan subconsciously turned his head away, the wariness in his eyes not yet completely gone.

He had witnessed too much of the unpredictability of human nature, especially when he was seriously injured and weak; any excessive flattery was suspicious.

Huijun's hand froze in mid-air, but she didn't seem embarrassed: "You don't need to worry. In a doctor's eyes, everyone is the same!"

Her voice was cool and her speech was slow and even. "I'm just checking if you have a fever. The biggest fear when a wound is healing is infection."

As she spoke, she picked up the medicine bowl on the low table, scooped up a spoonful with a small spoon, stirred it, and then handed it to Zhan Yan's lips: "This medicine was formulated by me based on your injuries. It mainly promotes blood circulation, removes blood stasis, promotes tissue regeneration, and relieves pain. Although it tastes bitter, it can help you recover faster."

Looking at the calm, unwavering expression in her eyes, Zhan Yan said indifferently, "I don't need you to feed me, I can drink by myself!"

He reached out and took it, tilting his head back to drink it down in one gulp.

The bowl of medicine was quickly emptied. He put the empty bowl aside and saw Huijun take out a small jar of ointment from the medicine box.

She opened the lid, and a cool fragrance wafted out: "This is a hemostatic and tissue-regenerating ointment. Let me change the gauze on your wound."

Zhan Yan did not refuse, because he himself could not change it.

Huijun was seen holding a corner of the gauze between her fingertips, her movements somewhat slow.

Her gaze fell on Zhan Yan's tense jaw. Her voice was still cold, but a hint of tenderness crept in: "Young Master is being stubborn. The wound is affecting your meridians. If you tilt your head back and gulp down the medicine like this, you'll probably be in pain for a while."

Zhan Yan didn't respond, but simply looked up at her, his wariness undiminished.

Huijun seemed completely unaware. As she bent down, a strand of her hair slipped down her temple and brushed against Zhan Yan's shoulder, carrying a faint medicinal fragrance and a hint of orchid scent.

She dipped her fingertip in the ointment and gently dabbed it on the skin around the wound, the pressure as light as a feather brushing against it, but she deliberately paused when she touched the old scar.

“Young master has quite a few old injuries,” she said, her eyes lowered, her eyelashes casting faint shadows under her eyelids.

Zhan Yan frowned and reminded them, "Doctors should abide by their duty and not inquire about the patient's past!"

Upon hearing his words, Huijun suddenly increased the force in her hand.

"You!" Zhan Yan was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Huijun belatedly apologized, "Oh dear, young master, I'm so sorry. I didn't control my strength and hurt you. Surely your battle-hardened body can take it?"

Zhan Yan gritted his teeth, deciding not to stoop to her level.

He was grateful because she had treated his injuries.

He asked in a deep voice, "Is the wound treated? If it's done, you can leave!"

Huijun frowned and glanced at him, then turned and quickly walked out.

Before long, the old fisherman walked in with a complicated expression.

He asked cautiously, "Did you offend Miss Huijun?"

Zhan Yan did not answer, so the old man did not dare to ask any more questions.

He simply pulled a coded letter from his sleeve: "A falcon was circling on the roof just now, and I took this off its leg. It should be for you, right?"

Zhan Yan's heart stirred slightly; that was the eagle messenger he used to communicate with Zhan Xuan.

Surprisingly, it was able to find its way back to where it was.

He quickly took the secret letter and carefully read through it.

The old fisherman didn't bother him any longer and quickly walked out.

He saw Huijun about to leave with her medicine box slung over her shoulder.