Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

Zhan Miao casually picked up a pastry from the table and put it in her mouth: "What? You're allowed to come to this elegant place, but I'm not?"

Zhan Mu quickly shook his head: "Meow, that's not what I meant. Let me introduce you, this is my classmate from the academy, Rong Zhiyu!"

He then looked at Rong Zhiyu: "This is my sister, Zhan Miao!"

Rong Zhiyu stood up and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Miss Zhan Miao!"

Zhan Miao said nonchalantly, "Oh dear, there aren't that many rules. Please sit down!"

Rong Zhiyu glanced at Zhan Mu before sitting down again.

Zhan Miao squinted and said, "I just listened to your poem, it's really good, the imagery is so beautiful, no wonder you can become good friends with my brother!"

A hint of shyness appeared on Rong Zhiyu's handsome face as he used drinking water to cover up his embarrassment.

Soon the waiter brought over the fine wine and dishes, and he said respectfully, "Distinguished guests, your dishes are ready!"

He had barely finished speaking when a whooshing sound suddenly came from the air.

Rong Zhiyu was the first to react, and he instinctively rushed towards Zhan Mu, shouting, "Brother Mu, be careful!"

A cold-gleaming arrow, carrying a chilling killing intent, shot straight toward Zhan Mu's heart.

Rong Zhiyu stood firmly in front of Zhan Mu, blocking his path.

The next second, with a muffled "thud," the arrow pierced Rong Zhiyu's back. The moment the arrowhead pierced through the flesh, scalding blood gushed out from his blue robe, quickly spreading into a large, glaring red patch.

"Zhiyu!" Zhan Mu's pupils shrank, his heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand. He grabbed the swaying Rong Zhiyu and his voice was filled with panic: "How are you? Hold on!"

Rong Zhiyu's face instantly turned deathly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The excruciating pain in his back felt like it was tearing him apart. He gritted his teeth, his lips trembling, but he still managed to force a smile: "Brother Mu... I'm alright... It's good that you... you're alright..."

Before he could finish speaking, everything went black, his body went limp, and he completely lost consciousness.

Holding Rong Zhiyu in his arms, Zhan Mu's eyes blazed with fury as he shouted at the door, "Guards, seize the assassin!"

The guards outside the private room rushed in and engaged in a fierce battle with several black-clad assassins who arrived shortly afterward. The sounds of tables and chairs colliding and weapons clashing filled the air, and the once elegant private room was instantly transformed into a chaotic mess.

Zhan Miao turned pale with fright, clutching Zhan Mu's sleeve tightly, tears streaming down her face: "Brother, Young Master Rong... he's bleeding so much..."

Zhan Mu held Rong Zhiyu tightly, feeling the gradually cooling body temperature and the continuous loss of blood in his arms, his heart in turmoil.

The arrow had penetrated very deep into his body, clearly hitting a vital spot. Rong Zhiyu was breathing weakly and his face was deathly pale. It was obvious that his condition was critical and that even a moment's delay could cost him his life.

"Miao'er, don't be afraid, your brother will save Young Master Rong." Zhan Mu forced himself to calm down, his gaze sweeping over the arrow wound on Rong Zhiyu's back, his eyes filled with anxiety. Although he had guards around him, he did not have anyone skilled in medicine. To save Rong Zhiyu, he had to find a reliable doctor as soon as possible.

The first person that came to mind was her mother. Her medical skills were superb, and ordinary external injuries were no problem for her. Moreover, she was near the Marquis's residence at the moment, so she could come over quickly.

"Someone! Go and fetch Mother immediately! Tell her that Young Master Rong is seriously injured and urgently needs her treatment!" Zhan Mu shouted to a guard.

"No..." Just as the guard turned to leave, Rong Zhiyu, who had been unconscious, suddenly awoke. He weakly opened his eyes, grabbed Zhan Mu's wrist, and said in a weak but firm voice, "Brother Mu... don't go to invite Madam... don't let her come..."

Zhan Mu was stunned for a moment, looking at Rong Zhiyu's pale but stubborn face, and asked in confusion, "Zhiyu, your condition is critical right now. Only Yiwan can save you. If we delay any longer, your life will be in danger!"

"No...it just won't work..." Rong Zhiyu shook his head, the sharp pain in his back causing him to groan involuntarily, cold sweat sliding down his cheeks.

"Just find a doctor... Brother Mu, I'm begging you..." His voice carried a hint of barely perceptible panic, his eyes fixed on Zhan Mu, full of pleading.

Zhan Mu looked at Rong Zhiyu's resolute expression, his doubts growing. Rong Zhiyu was always gentle and easygoing, so why was she so resistant to his mother today?

But right now, Rong Zhiyu's life hangs by a thread, his breath growing weaker and weaker, and he can't afford to delay any longer.

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't bear to go against Rong Zhiyu's wishes, so he could only change his words to the guard: "Never mind, there's no need to fetch Mother. Go find the best doctor nearby immediately, the sooner the better!"

"Yes!" The guard didn't dare to delay and immediately turned and ran out of the building.

Zhan Mu carefully placed Rong Zhiyu on the chair, trying to make him as comfortable as possible. He then took off his outer robe and gently covered Rong Zhiyu with it, wanting to protect him from the chill.

Looking at the wound on Rong Zhiyu's back that was constantly bleeding, he was filled with guilt and worry: "Zhiyu, just hang in there a little longer, the doctor will be here soon, you will be alright."

Rong Zhiyu blinked with difficulty, looking at Zhan Mu's worried expression, a complex emotion welling up in her heart.

The pain in her back intensified, and blood soaked through her clothes, sticking to her skin, cold and sticky. Rong Zhiyu's consciousness began to blur again, and the scene before her eyes gradually became distorted.

He could feel Zhan Mu holding his hand tightly, and the warmth from his palm reassured him a little, but what followed was a deeper fear.

Will he really die in this Pearl Tower?

"Brother Mu!" Rong Zhiyu called out softly with all his might.

"I'm here, Zhiyu, I'm here." Zhan Mu immediately leaned closer, his voice gentle as if soothing a child, "Don't talk, save your energy, the doctor will be here soon."

Rong Zhiyu shook his head, his lips moved, and his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible: "If I really can't make it through, bury me in the bamboo forest behind the academy. I want to stay by your side!"

Zhan Mu interrupted him, her voice trembling with a barely perceptible sob, "You'll get through this, you can't talk nonsense!"

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the private room, and a guard led in an elderly doctor with white hair and beard carrying a medicine chest. "Young master, the doctor has arrived!"

Zhan Mu immediately stood up and rushed forward, his voice urgent: "Old doctor, quick! Quickly check on my friend, he's been shot with an arrow, and he's badly wounded!"

The old doctor nodded hurriedly, put down his medicine box, walked to Rong Zhiyu's side, and squatted down to carefully examine his injuries. He first placed his hand on Rong Zhiyu's pulse, his brows gradually furrowing, and then lifted the outer robe covering Rong Zhiyu to check the arrow wound on his back.

Rong Zhiyu quickly refused, "No, not here, could you move me to a private room?"