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

Everyone was startled by Master Jinghai's words.

Even if Master Jinghai were to come in person, could he only save her life by ten years?

This is still the best possible outcome.

Yan Jinyu's whole body stiffened, and she couldn't help but lean against the table behind her to avoid losing her composure.

Not to mention Song Zhaoming, after hearing Master Jinghai's words, he swayed and could no longer support himself, falling to his knees.

Qingyuan and Qingying covered their mouths and cried softly.

"Amitabha, this old monk will go and write the prescription first," said Master Jinghai.

"Thank you, Master." A weak voice suddenly came.

Even though the voice was faint, it sounded like thunder to everyone.

It was Chu Yun's voice.

She actually woke up!

How much of what she just said actually came to her attention?

Everyone tacitly understood and refrained from asking the hurtful question.

"Young lady, you're awake. How are you feeling?" Master Jinghai asked.

Although Chu Yun had woken up, she still looked weak.

"My chest hurts a little, and I feel weak," she replied.

Master Jinghai: "The young lady has just woken up and has not yet recovered, so there is no need to worry. I will go and write a prescription first. Please take the medicine according to the prescription and it will relieve the pain."

Just one thing, young lady, remember not to get cold again, keep your mind at peace, and avoid extreme joy or sorrow; only in this way can you take care of your health.”

Chu Yun nodded, "I understand, thank you, Master."

Jinghai sighed softly and turned to write the prescription.

He wrote down the prescription, and then Doctor Sun took the prescription to get the medicine.

Li, the bodyguard, went out with him to help.

Qingyuan and Qingying wiped away their tears and poured water for Chuyun and tucked her in.

Jinghai approached Song Zhaoming and said, "Benefactor, I see you are also injured. Let me treat you."

Song Zhaoming seemed not to hear, remaining kneeling on the ground without getting up.

"Zhaoming, listen to me, hurry up and thank the master." Chu Yun heard the voice, turned around and saw Song Zhaoming kneeling on the ground, covered in sweat, looking dazed, and stubbornly refusing to seek medical treatment. She couldn't help but urge him.

Upon hearing Chu Yun's words, Song Zhaoming seemed to snap out of his daze. His lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something to Chu Yun, but in the end, he said nothing and stood up blankly.

His right leg was completely red and swollen, looking quite frightening.

“This injury wasn’t serious to begin with, but your forced movement aggravated it. You need to rest in bed for seven days. I’ll prescribe a prescription for external application and internal administration. Just take good care of yourself. Remember not to move around too much during these seven days, lest you develop a chronic condition,” Master Jinghai said.

Song Zhaoming did not react; he didn't care whether his left or right leg was useless or not.

He just kept his head down, and I don't know what he was thinking.

Master Jinghai didn't bother arguing with a child like him, and went to sit down at the table to write a prescription.

Chu Yun was not feeling well and also had to worry about Song Zhaoming, which was really giving her a headache. She whispered to Qingying, "Go and see Song Zhaoming."

Qingying nodded and walked towards where Song Zhaoming and Master Jinghai were.

"Thank you for your trouble, Master. On behalf of this ignorant young man, I would like to express my gratitude to you. My young lady is grateful for your kindness and would like to invite you to stay for a simple meal. We would be honored if you would do me the honor." Qingying gave a slight bow, her words were very eloquent.

Master Jinghai put down his pen: "Thank you for your kindness, but I have just returned from my travels and still have temple affairs to attend to, so it is really inconvenient for me to stay."

A highly accomplished monk like Jinghai was respected by the officials and nobles in the capital, and even the current emperor was unwilling to make things difficult for him.

Now that he doesn't want to stay, no one can force him.

Qingying said, "In that case, we will not insist that you stay, Master."

Master Jinghai nodded, "Very good, very good."

After he finished writing the prescription, Qingying took it and thanked him again.

"I have seen all the patients and written the prescriptions. It is time for me to leave." Master Jinghai stood up and said to Chu Yun, "Young lady, I will take my leave now. Please remember my words and take good care of yourself."

With Qingyuan's help, Chu Yun slowly stood up, saying, "Take care, Master."

"Young lady, lie down quickly, lest you catch a chill," Master Jinghai said with concern.

Chu Yun: "Thank you for your understanding, Master. Qingying, go find Uncle Li and ask him to send a few people to escort you back."

Qingying: "Yes."

"Wait a minute," Master Jinghai interrupted. "No need for all that trouble. Whoever brought me here should take me back."

Master Jinghai's gaze shifted to Yan Jinyu.

Yan Jinyu's brow twitched.

After a period of adjustment, Yan Jinyu had calmed down. He glanced coldly at Master Jinghai and said, "Let's go."

As he spoke, he lifted his foot, preparing to leave.

"Young master, please wait." Chu Yun suddenly called out to him.

When she first woke up, she saw Yan Jinyu and thought that he hadn't left after bringing her here. She was thinking of thanking him after she finished dealing with the current situation.

After listening to his and Master Jinghai's conversation, Chu Yun realized that Master Jinghai had been brought here by Yan Jinyu.

He was leaving now, and she might never see him again, so Chu Yun spoke up in desperation.

Yan Jinyu turned to look at Chu Yun, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "Is something the matter?"

"Young master saved my daughter twice today and also invited Master Jinghai to come to me. I am extremely grateful," Chu Yun said.

Looking at the gratitude in her eyes, Yan Jinyu was momentarily unable to look her in the eye.

He lowered his eyes. "No need to thank me."

He was hardly worthy of her thanks.

Yan Jinyu suppressed her discomfort and started to walk away.

"Young Master!" Chu Yun called out to him again, "May I ask your name? You have saved me several times. If I don't even know who my savior is, I am truly ashamed."

Yan Jinyu stiffened. "We were just strangers who met by chance. Our names are not important."

After saying these words, he pulled Master Jinghai and walked out of the house.

Chu Yun's gaze followed Yan Jinyu's retreating figure. She bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes filled with disappointment and hurt.

Her sorrow pierced Song Zhaoming's eyes.

Song Zhaoming suddenly stood up and chased after him.

Yan Jinyu and Master Jinghai had already reached the center of the courtyard.

"who are you?"

Yan Jinyu ignored Song Zhaoming's question and continued walking forward.

"She asked you a question, didn't you hear her?" Song Zhaoming asked again.

Yan Jinyu stopped in her tracks. "Just because she asked, do I have to answer? Besides, what does this have to do with you?"

Yan Jinyu did not turn around when she spoke, and after saying that, she strode forward without looking back.

"If you upset her, that's none of my business," Song Zhaoming said coldly.

"What a joke! Since you're courting death, don't blame me." Yan Jinyu was already in a complicated mood and extremely annoyed. Song Zhaoming's persistent questioning made him lose his temper. He clenched his fist, clearly intending to teach Song Zhaoming a lesson.

Master Jinghai quickly pulled Yan Jinyu back, saying, "Well said, well said, young friend, please restrain your temper."

Having received Chu Yun's instructions, Qing Yuan also came out and grabbed Song Zhaoming, saying, "Miss said we must not be presumptuous."

Song Zhaoming broke free from Qingyuan's grasp.

“That’s Miss’s savior, what do you want?” Qingyuan asked again.