After traveling through time, I was raised by a little brat

At that moment, Nanny Rong carefully peeled back the last layer of clothing. The sight that greeted them stunned everyone present—Chu Rui's chest was tightly wrapped in a corset. "Ah... this..." Nanny Rong cried out in shock, but only after Zeng Yuan nodded slightly did she recover and resume the difficult task of bandaging and stopping the bleeding.

However, no matter how hard Nanny Rong tried, the blood from Chu Rui's chest continued to flow like a fountain, seemingly without stopping. Despite applying copious amounts of hemostatic powder, it seemed to have no effect, unable to stem the flow of blood. Chu Rui's face grew increasingly pale, his lips losing their color and gradually turning a cadaverous white.

At that moment, Tang Wenshu finally woke up from her dream: Since Chu Rui was a woman, then so be it. In the future, at most, we could just treat each other like sisters. He recalled the short videos he'd watched on the Tomato platform in his previous life, the scenes of military doctors treating the wounded coming to mind vividly. Military doctors always prioritized saving the wounded before addressing their illnesses. And for someone who knew nothing about treating illnesses, perhaps the only thing he could do now was to emulate the military doctors' decisiveness and resolve.

Tang Wenshu, with a steely determination, reached out and grabbed the curtain beside him without hesitation, pressing it firmly against Chu Rui's wound with all his strength. Instantly, Chu Rui, who had been unconscious, convulsed in excruciating pain, his body trembling violently. But after a long struggle, a miracle occurred—the surging blood flow gradually stopped!

Seeing this, the heavy burden on Tang Wenshu's heart finally fell to the ground. He collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball, no longer able to support his exhausted body.

At this moment, the plainly decorated carriage slowly pulled into the Duke's Mansion. The woman in the carriage whispered to her mother, "Mom, let's go directly to my courtyard." After all, it was perfectly appropriate to send Chu Rui to Tang Wenshu. However, something unexpected happened—the carriage suddenly stopped.

Outside the carriage, a person named Tang Jing was blocking the way. She grumbled, annoyed, "Wow, Miss Third House, you're really putting on airs! You're already back at the mansion, and you're still sitting in the carriage. Can't you just get off the ground and walk?" Faced with this sudden obstruction, the driver seemed to be in a dilemma, unsure how to respond.

At this moment, Zeng Yuan gently lifted a corner of the curtain on the carriage window, revealing a slightly annoyed face. She responded, "Why? I'm exhausted from shopping and would like to take a ride in the carriage to rest for a while. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Seeing this, Tang Jing, though disgruntled, bowed her head in a gesture of respect. After the carriage restarted and drove away, Tang Jing couldn't help but curse under her breath, "Humph! She said she was tired from strolling around, yet she still went to Tang Wenshu's yard. Are you planning on giving her a beating?"

After saying this, she angrily kicked the grass a few times, sending dust flying onto her skirt. Seeing this, Tang Jing grew even more furious, her eyes widening as if she were about to faint. But in the end, she didn't actually faint. Instead, she stamped her feet, turned around, and sprinted towards her yard. As she ran, Tang Wenshu's faint laughter seemed to echo in her ears.

At this moment, Tang Wenshu had no intention of paying attention to Tang Jing's emotions and behavior. She was concentrating on paying attention to Chu Rui's injuries, afraid of missing any information about her condition.

Since Chu Rui had always presented himself as a man, Zeng Yuan was in a dilemma. It was not convenient for her to ask the doctor in the house to come and treat him, so she decided to wait until Chu Rui woke up before making any plans.

As night fell, Zeng Yuan had no choice but to return to her own residence, but she deliberately kept Nanny Rong, who knew about this, and strictly forbade any maid from Tang Wenshu's yard to enter the house. She announced to the outside world that Tang Wenshu missed Nanny Rong, so she specially invited her to come and accompany him for a few days.

Tang Wenshu and Nanny Rong had been guarding Chu Rui, who had suddenly developed a fever at nightfall. However, the eight-year-old girl, at best, succumbed to the onslaught of sleep and fell into a deep sleep, awakening only at five in the morning. At that moment, a hand slowly reached out, accompanied by a faint, hoarse voice: "Water...water..." Chu Rui, still not fully awake, instinctively murmured.

Tang Wenshu was instantly awakened. She held the hand tightly and said ecstatically, "Chu Rui, you're finally awake!" Then she quickly stood up and prepared to pour Chu Rui a glass of water. When she turned to look at Aunt Rong, she found that the old lady was sitting quietly at the end of the bed, already fast asleep.

You know, when she was with Zeng Yuan, Aunt Rong didn't have to work the night shift. After all, after so many years, she had already developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early. Moreover, she was getting older and her physical condition was not as strong as before, so she couldn't resist the erosion of fatigue this time.

Tang Wenshu hurriedly jumped out of bed barefoot, then quickly walked to the table, carefully picked up the kettle, and filled the cup with water. Then, with great effort, he finally helped the unconscious Chu Rui to her feet, handed the cup to her mouth, and fed her the water bit by bit.

Fortunately, despite her coma, Chu Rui appeared to be conscious and able to swallow on her own. After some effort, Tang Wenshu gently laid Chu Rui flat on the bed again. He reached out and touched her forehead, finding it no longer hot. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, the fever's gone!" After confirming Chu Rui's condition was stable, Tang Wenshu comfortably lay down beside her again and soon fell asleep.

Time slipped by, and before he knew it, it was already the next morning. Tang Wenshu was awakened by the rich, tangy aroma of chicken soup. "Wow! Mom, there's actually delicious chicken soup! You're so awesome!" Excited, Tang Wenshu rushed to the table and sat down, not even taking the time to wash up.

However, at this moment, Zeng Yuan mercilessly slapped away her hand reaching for the chicken soup and scolded her, "This pot of ginseng chicken soup was specially made for her. It contains a lot of precious ginseng. Your body can't handle it, so don't even think about having it."

"Hmph, if you can't drink, forget it." Tang Wenshu muttered in dissatisfaction, but did not continue to pester. After a while, as if she suddenly remembered something, she looked up at her mother and asked, "Mom, when will Chu Rui wake up?"

While Tang Wenshu was washing up and having breakfast, Nanny Rong had already finished feeding Chu Rui chicken soup and letting her lie down to rest. Now she was concentrating on changing the medicine on her wound.

"I've already asked for leave from the teacher on your behalf. For the next few days, you'll just stay in our own yard and don't go anywhere! Also, your elder and second brothers and I have already agreed that they will never come to trouble you. But you have to think carefully about whether you want to continue helping her hide her true identity?" Zeng Yuan whispered slowly, looking at Tang Wenshu gently, watching her finish her meal and then turn and leave.

After all, as the mistress of the third branch of the Tang family, Zeng Yuan has countless things to take care of - all the shops and land under the name of the third branch, and even the generous dowry she brought with her, all have to be managed carefully by her alone.

The Duke of Tang's mansion had never been divided, and all the assets owned by the third branch were the result of Tang Jilian's hard work and dedication. Furthermore, upon his coming of age, the Duke bestowed upon him a considerable amount of wealth, which enabled the third branch to live such a prosperous life today.

At this moment, Tang Wenshu was alone in her room, feeling extremely bored. She had no choice but to chat with Rong Ma beside her to relieve her boredom. Who would have thought that Rong Ma was impatient and couldn't sit still at all. She saw this opportunity and forced Tang Wenshu to learn embroidery and other crafts.

Poor Tang Wenshu, with a grimacing face, spent two full hours learning the technique, only to find her hands were riddled with tiny needle pricks due to her unfamiliar technique. Finally, unable to contain her inner frustration and pain any longer, she burst into tears, her tears unstoppable like a flood.

Perhaps disturbed by Tang Wenshu's heart-wrenching wails, Chu Rui, who was originally sleeping soundly, couldn't help but frown and muttered in a daze: "Oh, this is so annoying, it's so noisy..."