Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

"Quickly, go back and inform Guard Li to lead men to rescue Miss, hurry!" Song Zhaoming said to Qingyuan and Qingying.

That person spoke nicely, saying he wanted to save Chu Yun.

But when Song Zhaoming arrived, he clearly saw him touching Chu Yun inappropriately, so how could he believe that he wanted to save her?

Qingyuan and Qingying seemed to have found their backbone, and they regained some of their clarity.

"Then what are you going to do?" Qingying asked. Song Zhaoming's condition looked very bad. If the injury on his leg was not treated in time, it would probably leave a lasting problem.

"Don't worry about me, go back! Hurry up!" Song Zhaoming urged. If he could run, he probably would have already rushed out by now.

"Okay, we'll be going now. Be careful." Qingying hardened her heart, ignored Song Zhaoming, and pulled Qingyuan down the mountain.

Song Zhaoming watched the two figures as they walked away, his eyes filled with worry.

That man's martial arts skills are too high; it's uncertain whether Guard Li can rescue Chu Yun from him.

Meanwhile, Chu Yun, whom Song Zhaoming was worried about, was nestled in Yan Jinyu's arms as he carried her down the mountain.

The mountain road was rugged, and Yan Jinyu walked quickly, so even though he carefully protected Chu Yun, there were still some bumps along the way.

Chu Yun couldn't help but cough a few times.

The coughing attracted Yan Jinyu's attention. He looked down and saw that Chu Yun was awake, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"you're awake!"

Chu Yun had a pain in her chest and throat; every part of her body ached. Hearing his words, she only nodded slightly in response.

Her forehead and temples were covered in cold sweat, her eyes were unfocused, and she looked listless and lacking energy. In particular, the traces of blood at the corners of her mouth made her look even weaker.

Yan Jinyu had seen her fall ill once before. At that time, she took medicine and rested for a while, and she recovered quickly. This time, however, it was even more dangerous than that time. Despite taking medicine, she did not see any improvement.

Even worse, he vomited blood.

Upon entering the pavilion and seeing the blood-stained handkerchief, Yan Jinyu's heart skipped a beat. He then disregarded everything else and insisted on taking Chu Yun away, only feeling at ease when he pulled her into his arms.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you to see a doctor," Yan Jinyu said softly. Even with his hardened heart, he lowered his voice when speaking to the snowflake-like figure in his arms, who seemed as fragile as a snowflake.

Chu Yun nodded in response, and then fainted.

Yan Jinyu's heart tightened, and her usually cold eyes revealed a rare hint of pain.

Chu Yun was very light; when you held her in your arms, you could even feel her bones, which showed how frail she was.

Yan Jinyu pursed her lips and stopped talking, but hugged Chu Yun tighter and walked faster than before.

Even though Yan Jinyu was in good health, when he carried Chu Yun all the way back to the courtyard, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his clothes on the back were completely soaked.

The guards, seeing that Chu Yun was unconscious and had been carried back by a strange man, exchanged bewildered glances and surrounded Yan Jinyu like an iron barrel, their eyes filled with hostility.

"Who are you? Why are you holding our young lady? What are your intentions?" the lead guard asked.

"If you say another word, your young lady will die! Get out of the way! Quickly get a doctor!" Yan Jinyu said coldly, her gaze sharp as a knife, piercing the guard who had spoken.

“Hand the young lady over to us,” another guard said.

Yan Jinyu's impatience had reached its peak; these people were too much of an eyesore!

The other guards chimed in, "Release the young lady immediately!"

"Let him in!" Just as Yan Jinyu's patience was about to run out, Guard Li suddenly appeared.

Upon receiving the news, he rushed over. For Chu Yun's safety, he disregarded Yan Jinyu's unknown identity and could only let Yan Jinyu into the courtyard.

Yan Jinyu looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a long beard and a burly build standing at the entrance of the courtyard. His clothes were obviously better than those of ordinary guards. After hearing him say something, the guards surrounding him shut up, so Yan Jinyu figured that he was the one in charge.

He walked step by step toward Guard Li and handed the Chu Yun in his hand to Guard Li.

"She's had a relapse and needs to see a doctor as soon as possible." With those words, Yan Jinyu left without looking back.

The guards wanted to give chase, but Guard Li stopped them, saying, "No need to chase!"

He picked up Chu Yun and hurried to the side room, saying as he went, "Summon Doctor Sun!"

Doctor Sun was the physician assigned to Chu Yun by the Xie family. When they were at the residence, he was in charge of Chu Yun's daily care.

Upon receiving the order, Doctor Sun rushed over. After carefully taking the pulse, Doctor Sun's expression turned unpleasant.

My condition had just stabilized a few days ago, but it has worsened today.

Doctor Sun took out silver needles and inserted them into several key acupoints, which slightly eased Chu Yun's pained expression.

"How is it?" Guard Li asked.

Doctor Sun stroked his beard and sighed, "Miss was born with a weak constitution and suffers from heart disease. She was just agitated, causing her blood to rush to her head. All the tonics she had taken in previous years have been ruined. Although I have stabilized her condition for the time being, her health is worse than before. If this continues, I'm afraid she will not live past twenty."

Chu Yun was practically raised under the watchful eye of Doctor Sun, but now she only has a few years left to live. As Doctor Sun spoke, tears welled up in his cloudy eyes.

Even Li Huwei, a man who had fought his way through battlefields and wasn't afraid even with a knife to his throat, felt his eyes welling up with tears.

Qingyuan and Qingying were exhausted from their descent down the mountain. They barely made it back when they overheard the conversation between Doctor Sun and Guard Li right at the door.

The two sisters and Chu Yun, deeply attached to each other, collapsed to the ground and wept bitterly.

As for Song Zhaoming, he endured the pain in his leg and followed Qingyuan and Qingying down the mountain shortly after they left.

His legs trembled with pain, and several times he lost his balance and fell or rolled down the road, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

This scene reminded him of seven years ago.

At that time, he was unwilling to spend his whole life as a medicine person.

He escaped while the shaman was gathering herbs. He did the same thing back then, running for his life, running day and night.

Even with his shoes worn out, he dared not stop, for fear of being caught and taken back again.

The difference is that back then he ran like a madman to get away from someone.

But now, he's running like a madman, trying to get back to someone's side.

In a daze, he seemed to see Chu Yun.

The person he desperately wanted to see.

Under the glow of the setting sun, she smiled at him and said she would take him away.

Under the bright moonlight, she looked into his eyes and wished him a happy birthday.

These images were etched into his mind, and he could never forget them.

Thinking of Chu Yun, Song Zhaoming regained some strength and stumbled down the mountain.

His clothes were torn by pebbles, and his face was covered in cuts, but he didn't care. All he remembered was that he had to go back and save Chu Yun.

When he finally managed to get back to the courtyard, he bumped into Yan Jinyu, who was pulling a monk into the courtyard.

Yan Jinyu gave him a look in return, then pulled the old monk into the courtyard.

The old monk exchanged a glance with Song Zhaoming, clasped his hands together, and murmured, "Amitabha."

Outside the courtyard, the guards who tried to stop Yan Jinyu were all knocked to the ground, clutching their arms and legs and yelling.

Song Zhaoming had run out of poison needles, and could only watch helplessly as Yan Jinyu swaggered into the courtyard.

He watched Yan Jinyu's retreating figure and vowed to kill him.