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

"Young friend, young friend, please release this old monk first, and we can discuss everything," the old monk said as he walked away.

Yan Jinyu ignored him and continued to pull him forward.

"At least tell me what you're going to do, instead of dragging me here without any explanation. I'm terrified," the old monk said again.

The old monk was as noisy as ever. Yan Jinyu suppressed her irritation and coldly said, "Save people!"

The old monk was puzzled. "You want to save someone? Who do you want to save?"

Yan Jinyu said impatiently, "Shut up! You'll find out when we get there."

As the two were talking, they entered the courtyard and arrived outside Chu Yun's room.

Qingyuan and Qingying slumped to the ground outside the door, looking dazed and stunned, as if they had suffered a great blow.

Doctor Sun was about to administer acupuncture to Chu Yun again, but the two sisters, unable to help from inside the house, were kicked out and could only wait outside for Chu Yun to wake up.

Yan Jinyu sensed something was wrong and pulled the old monk towards the house.

When the two sisters saw Yan Jinyu about to enter the room, they wiped away their tears and scolded him, "You're not allowed to go in!"

How could Yan Jinyu possibly pay attention to them? She didn't stop walking for a moment.

The two sisters couldn't stop Yan Jinyu, so they had no choice but to follow him into the house.

Inside the room, Doctor Sun administered another acupuncture treatment to Chu Yun and was writing a prescription.

Yan Jinyu looked around the room and found Chu Yun still lying on the bed, unconscious. His brows furrowed deeply.

He walked over to Doctor Sun, who was writing a prescription, and asked, "How is she?"

Doctor Sun had never seen Yan Jinyu before and was intimidated by his cold demeanor. He stammered, "Who are you?"

At this moment, Guard Li also came up behind Yan Jinyu, sword in hand.

This person's origins are unknown, and even though he was the one who brought Chu Yun back, Guard Li still cannot feel at ease.

He drew his sword and pointed it at Yan Jinyu.

"Tell me, who are you?"

Even with a sword pressed against his back, Yan Jinyu remained unmoved, staring coldly at Doctor Sun, and asked with a slight parting of his thin lips: "How exactly is she?"

Yan Jinyu's aura of killing anyone who gets in his way is truly terrifying.

Dr. Sun was so startled that he dropped the pen in his hand, and his pupils contracted slightly.

The old monk's eyelids twitched violently at the sight.

This guy is still the same as before, too eccentric.

"Amitabha, young friend, you said you wanted to save someone, you mean to save this young lady, right?" The old monk pointed to Chu Yun on the bed.

"Don't be alarmed, gentlemen. This young friend means no harm. He has come to me to save someone." The old monk said this to Guard Li and Doctor Sun.

Upon hearing this, Guard Li looked at the old monk and asked, "And who are you?"

The old monk said, "I am Jinghai."

Guard Li frowned. What Jinghai? He'd never heard of it.

However, Dr. Sun's eyes lit up noticeably.

"Could you be Master Jinghai, the abbot of Baima Temple?" Doctor Sun pressed.

“Amitabha, I am just an ordinary monk and dare not presume to call myself a master.”

This was an admission, and Dr. Sun was so excited that he immediately stood up.

At this moment, he disregarded Yan Jinyu's cold gaze, walked around to the other side of the table, and headed straight for the old monk.

Doctor Sun bowed deeply and said, "Master, please save my young lady's life."

Li, the guard, then realized that the person in front of him was none other than Master Jinghai, the abbot of Baima Temple, whom they had been searching for.

He sheathed his sword, knelt down, and pleaded, "Master, please save my young lady."

Qingyuan and Qingying also knelt down.

The old monk said, "Amitabha, please rise, benefactors. I will go and see that young lady."

After saying this, the old monk came to Chu Yun's side.

"So it was this benefactor."

The old monk knew Chu Yun; when he was still in the capital, the old lady of the Xie family had brought her here to ask for medicine.

He sat on a chair beside the bed, took Chu Yun's hand, and began to take her pulse.

Doctor Sun and Guard Li rushed to the old monk's side.

Yan Jinyu didn't move. He remained where he was, turned around, and stared intently at Chu Yun on the bed.

The mask obscured his face, making it impossible to see his expression, but his usually cold eyes now held a hint of worry.

The words of Doctor Sun and Guard Li to the old monk had made Yan Jinyu realize that Chu Yun's condition was very bad and troublesome.

Yan Jinyu couldn't help but feel relieved. Fortunately, he hadn't just left, and thankfully, the old monk had returned from his travels today.

With the old monk around, Lin Chuyun should be alright.

When Song Zhaoming finally managed to walk into the room, what he saw was this scene—everyone, whether it was the person wearing the mask, or Guard Li, Doctor Sun, Qingyuan, and Qingying, were staring at the old monk and Chu Yun.

Their silence made the atmosphere in the room particularly oppressive.

Song Zhaoming's heart pounded.

He dared not speak, but like everyone else, he stared intently at the old monk and Chu Yun, silently praying in his heart that Chu Yun would be safe and sound.

The waiting time is long, and having nothing to do while waiting is even more agonizing.

The crowd was in agony, like prisoners awaiting sentencing, filled with worry and hoping for divine intervention to bring them a better future.

Finally, the old monk withdrew his hand.

"Master, how is it?" Guard Li, being impatient, asked the question everyone wanted to ask.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

The old monk sighed, "Three years ago, I treated this young lady and wrote a prescription, but I never expected that when I saw her again today, her illness would be even more serious than before. What happened during this time?"

“Master, my young lady has been taking the medicine according to the prescription every day without fail. However, some time ago, she fell into the water, had a high fever and fell into a coma. Fortunately, she woke up later, but her health is obviously not as good as before. These past few days, she has started to fall ill again, with occasional chest pains. After resting for a few days, she seemed to be getting better, but who would have thought that she would cough up blood today?” Qingying said, her eyes already red and swollen.

The old monk said, "She was born with a weak constitution and also had a heart condition. She needed to take good care of herself. The incident of falling into the water caused her great harm, which is why she had repeated relapses."

The old monk's words had different meanings to different people.

Qingyuan and Qingying blamed themselves for not taking good care of Chuyun, which caused her so much suffering.

Song Zhaoming only regrets that he was not by Chu Yun's side when she fell into the water.

Yan Jinyu's heart clenched painfully, and a chill ran down her spine.

He stared blankly at Chu Yun.

So, it turns out he was the one who ruined her?

"Can you cure her?" Song Zhaoming's words broke the deathly silence.

The boy clenched his fist, a sharp pain shooting through his palm, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with despair.

The old monk shook his head. "Her illness is not something that can be cured; it requires proper care. If she takes the medicine according to my previous prescription, it could save her for another thirty or forty years. But now I cannot guarantee that."

"How long can you protect her now?" Song Zhaoming pressed.

Everyone looked at the old monk.

"Seven years, at most ten years."

Even if it's ten years, Chu Yun will only be twenty-five years old then. At such a vibrant age, is she really going to wither away like this?