Traveling back to ancient times to get rich

Gu Changfeng carefully and gently placed the person on the bed, his movements so tender as if afraid of disturbing them. Then, he swiftly placed his fingers on the person's wrist, intently taking their pulse to diagnose them. Ye Qingchen, standing nearby, wasn't idle either. She first gently lifted the person's eyelids to examine them closely, then leaned closer to check their breathing. After a meticulous examination, the two exchanged a glance and simultaneously let out a long sigh of relief. It turned out that the person had only lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss, but fortunately, their internal energy was profound and their foundation solid, so overall they were not in serious danger.

After a moment's thought, Ye Qingchen turned and found a piece of incredibly precious, century-old ginseng. She carefully placed it in the man's mouth, hoping it would help him recover his strength quickly. At the same time, Gu Changfeng had already begun treating the man's wounds. He skillfully used clean gauze and medicinal powder to carefully clean each wound and quickly took measures to stop the bleeding.

After everything was settled, Gu Changfeng even carefully selected a clean and tidy set of clothes from his wardrobe for the man to change into. After doing this, he turned to Dong Yijia and said, "From now on, you just need to take good care of him." With that, he went into the kitchen to busy himself. In no time, Gu Changfeng had personally prepared a bowl of herbal medicine with hemostatic and analgesic effects. He steadily picked up the bowl, walked to Dong Yijia, handed her the medicine, and then went back to sleep.

At this moment, the spacious room was quiet, with only Dong Yijia and the stranger's figure keeping each other company. Time flew by, and Dong Yijia's son had turned 16. The traces of time quickly crept onto her face, making her look old and frail. People called her Aunt Dong. Later, Ye Qingchen healed her internal injuries and gave her a Rejuvenation Pill, which restored her youth. However, in terms of seniority, she was still Aunt Dong.

The man before her wasn't young either, probably in his mid-twenties or nearing thirty. However, the kind-hearted Dong Yijia completely disregarded their similar ages, treating him like a child in need of tender care. She gently picked up a bowl of steaming hot medicine, carefully scooped up a small spoonful, blew on it to cool it, and fed it to the man, softly murmuring, "Come on, drink your medicine, it'll help you get better faster." The man seemed to know he was sick; he opened his mouth and drank as soon as the spoon was at his lips. Dong Yijia quickly poured a cup of warm water and fed him spoonfuls, saying, "Drink some water to soothe your throat." Every now and then, Dong Yijia would reach out and gently touch the man's forehead, carefully checking for signs of fever.

All night long, Dong Yijia devoted herself to caring for the man, busying herself with his needs without a moment's rest. Later, seeing that the man was alright, weariness washed over her like a tide, but even though she forced herself to stay awake by his side, she ultimately couldn't resist the drowsiness and slowly slumped onto the table, falling into a deep sleep. The dim candlelight flickered, illuminating her slightly tired but still beautiful face.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the man's face. He slowly opened his eyes. As his consciousness returned, he found himself lying on a soft, comfortable bed. His blood-stained, tattered clothes had been replaced with clean, tidy attire. The hair ornament on his head rested quietly on a table beside him.

As he turned to look at the table, a familiar figure came into view—it was the woman he had threatened with his sword yesterday! Recalling the scene, he only remembered that he suddenly went black and fainted, presumably due to the severity of his injuries.

He couldn't help but think to himself, "It seems this woman hasn't revealed my whereabouts, otherwise I'd probably already be in enemy hands." However, he quickly realized that this room didn't seem to be where he was yesterday. So, he looked around again, trying to find some clues to determine his location.

His gaze inadvertently fell on his wound, and he noticed that the gruesome injury had been treated remarkably well, even the bandaging technique seemed quite professional. Not only that, he also noticed an empty medicine bowl on the table, clearly indicating that he had previously drunk the medicine intended for healing.

"Could it be... that this woman went out to find a doctor?" The man's heart tightened at this thought. "If a doctor really came, my identity is very likely to be exposed, and my situation will be extremely dangerous." But then he thought again, if it weren't for this woman's rescue, he might already be dead. Besides, he has always been clear about right and wrong, and is by no means the kind of person who forgets kindness. Now that she has saved his life, he simply cannot bring himself to take her life.

The situation had improved considerably today. If those people attacked again, he figured he could simply take the woman beside him and flee. However, at that moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: why should he take this woman with him? Just then, the woman named Dong Yijia slowly awoke. She opened her eyes and looked directly at the bedside, then exclaimed with delight, "Young master, you're finally awake! That's wonderful! I'll go and fetch Young Master Ye and Young Master Gu right away!" With that, she dashed off, not even giving the man a chance to speak. The man felt a little annoyed, thinking to himself: Judging from this situation, besides this woman, it seems someone else knows my whereabouts. Well, I'll observe the situation first and make a decision when I see those two later. A short while later, Ye Qingchen and Gu Changfeng hurriedly arrived. Gu Changfeng stepped forward first and took the initiative to check the man's pulse. It wasn't that he was particularly eager or enthusiastic; rather, he simply didn't want Ye Qingchen to touch the person in front of him.

However, upon taking his pulse, Gu Changfeng was delighted. This man's health was incredible! He had lost so much blood, yet he recovered so quickly after only eating a single ginseng slice and drinking a bowl of blood-nourishing and wound-healing medicine! He didn't know that the ginseng slice Ye Qingchen had given him was a century-old fresh ginseng, and it had even been moistened with her spatial water. Furthermore, Ye Qingchen had given him a blood-nourishing pill, so his recovery was inevitable.

Gu Changfeng said to him, "Aunt Dong, why don't you take Young Master Ye out and prepare some food? I'll take a look at this young master's injury." Ye Qingchen understood that he didn't want her to get involved, so she went out with Aunt Dong to get some food. Gu Changfeng then looked at his most serious wound, which looked much better. He had asked Ye Qingchen for the medicine powder in his haste yesterday, so he hadn't realized how effective it was.