Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Pampering My Little Husband

Fifteen minutes later, An Jinglan's bluish-purple face showed some improvement.

Han Zixuan looked at An Jinglan's slightly calmed expression, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down a little, her fingertips still feeling the slight coolness from when she had checked his pulse.

Suddenly, An Jinglan sat up straight.

Those eyes, which used to be filled with a warm smile, were now covered with an eerie gray-white, as if veiled by a thick layer of frost, devoid of any luster.

Before Han Zixuan could react, he had already grabbed the carved jade hairpin from the table and thrust it straight at her chest with lightning speed.

With a soft "plop," the jade hairpin sank in half.

Caught off guard, Han Zixuan felt a sharp, piercing pain explode in her chest, accompanied by the icy coolness of the jade hairpin seeping into her flesh.

She lowered her eyes, gazing at the exposed end of the jade hairpin, and when she looked up at An Jinglan again, her voice was as soft as a wisp of smoke: "Jinglan..."

The moment the words left his mouth, An Jinglan's gray pupils trembled almost imperceptibly, and his ruthless momentum faltered slightly.

Han Zixuan seized this fleeting opening, raised her arm slightly, and used the clever force to push him to the side.

She couldn't bear to hurt him after all, so she only used three-tenths of her strength.

An Jinglan staggered back three steps, his lower back slamming against the bookshelf, causing several ancient books to slip and fall.

But in the blink of an eye, the slight ripple in his eyes completely vanished, replaced by a fierce glint.

A low growl, like that of a trapped beast, escaped from its throat as it lunged at Han Zixuan once more.

Han Zixuan frowned and stepped back, the jade hairpin on her chest swaying with the movement.

She seemed to feel no pain at all, simply staring blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of her.

—The once gentle and compliant An Jinglan now seemed possessed by a ghost, his moves filled with ruthless intent to kill.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She could only hide by moving around the beams, pillars, and screens inside the house.

An Jinglan's palm swept across the antique shelf, and the celadon vase fell to the ground and shattered, making a piercing, crisp sound.

His knee knocked over the table, spilling ink from the inkstone and creating large stains on the plain carpet.

Han Zixuan's skirt was torn, and her arm was also painfully injured by the corner of the table.

But what made her heart clench even more than these things were An Jinglan's unfocused, grayish-white eyes.

As she dodged, she called out to him, "Jinglan! Wake up! It's me!"

Her only response was an increasingly rapid onslaught and those unfathomable, cold, grey eyes.

After several attempts to dodge, the once cozy room was now a complete mess.

—An overturned table, shattered porcelain shards, spilled ink stains, and An Jinglan, who had completely lost his mind, standing before him.

Han Zixuan felt as if something was blocking her chest, a mixture of sourness and bitterness.

The grayness in his eyes grew even darker, and his attacks became increasingly frenzied, his punches and kicks carrying a ruthless ferocity, as if he wanted to tear everything around him to shreds.

Ultimately unable to bring herself to do it, Han Zixuan's eyes darkened, and she seized the opportunity when An Jinglan lunged at her again.

She touched the ground with her toes and spun around, nimbly circling behind him like a willow leaf.

She slightly raised her wrist, her palm gathering just the right amount of force, and quickly, accurately, and steadily placed it on the acupoint where the meridians converged on the back of his neck.

With a muffled thud, An Jinglan's body suddenly stiffened, the last trace of ferocity in his gray pupils faded, and he softly fell forward.

Han Zixuan was prepared and caught him steadily with her long arm. The jade hairpin on her chest was pulled by the sudden force.

She groaned in pain, and cold sweat instantly beaded on her forehead.

But she didn't care about any of that. She just wiped her sweat haphazardly with her sleeve, bent down, and picked An Jinglan up in her arms.

She moved step by step to the bedside and carefully laid him down.

She reached out and yanked the jade hairpin out of her chest, ignoring the gushing blood.

Han Zixuan simply covered her face haphazardly, her gaze fixed intently on An Jinglan on the bed, her heart filled with worry.

Just then, Shen Qingxi pushed open the door. "My lady... the imperial physician has arrived..."

But as soon as I entered the room, I saw that the whole room was in a mess.

A question lingered in his mind, but then he saw Han Zixuan's blood-stained chest.

My heart skipped a beat, "My lady...you're injured!"

Seeing Jinglan's hands stained with blood, he was filled with shock.

Before she could ask any more questions, Han Zixuan comforted her, "Qingxi, I'm fine... Let the imperial physician check on Jinglan's condition first."

Shen Qingxi could only suppress her worries and nod.

Now was definitely not the time to ask questions, so we had to step aside and let Physician Chen step out.

Physician Chen originally did not want to come to the Han residence, but she had also heard rumors about Han Zixuan.

She was terrified that she was like a lamb entering a tiger's den, but she dared not disobey His Majesty's imperial decree.

He had no choice but to muster his courage and come to the Han residence, trembling as he approached Han Zixuan.

He was a good three meters away from Han Zixuan, almost touching the wall.

Although Han Zixuan was puzzled, she did not ask.

She simply said softly, "Please, Physician Chen, examine my third husband."

What's wrong with him? He suddenly attacked and hurt everyone he saw..."

Seeing that Han Zixuan seemed to be in relatively good condition, Physician Chen felt a little relieved.

She rushed over to the bedside and said, "Commander Han... don't worry, I will take his pulse right away."

When he placed his hand on An Jinglan's pulse, Physician Chen had already put his previous fears to the back of his mind.

Calm down and quietly feel the pulse under your hand.

His brows furrowed deeply, and after a moment, he finally spoke with a puzzled expression.

"Strange...this...this pulse is so strange..."

Han Zixuan's eyes sharpened. "Is there something wrong with Physician Chen?"

“Third Master… his pulse is barely perceptible, which is really strange.”

"To be honest, Physician Chen, I just checked my husband's pulse and couldn't sense any sign of life."

But a moment later, he suddenly erupted, becoming incredibly strong, as if he had become a completely different person.

After listening, Physician Chen's brows furrowed even more.

He immediately took out a delicate knife and a roll of silver needles of varying lengths from his medicine box.

"Commander Han, I have some ideas in my mind. I want to make a cut on Third Master's arm. Do you agree?"

Han Zixuan nodded gently. With the spiritual spring water available, Duan Ran would not allow Jing Lan to have any scars.

Seeing that Han Zixuan agreed, Physician Chen had no more reservations.

He opened An Jinglan's eyelids, looked at him, and then quickly inserted silver needles into An Jinglan's body.

He finally stopped after stabbing An Jinglan all over, and then picked up a dagger from the side.

A cross-shaped cut was made on An Jinglan's arm.

Blood gushed out instantly, and Physician Chen casually picked up the copper basin from the ground.

It was placed under An Jinglan's arm to catch the blood.

As more and more blood pooled in her pelvis, Shen Qingxi watched in shock.

With a hint of heartache, she asked, "How much blood will be drawn?"

Physician Chen stared intently at An Jinglan's wound.

Suddenly raising his hand to stop Shen Qingxi, he said slowly, "I'll be out soon!"

Han Zixuan and Shen Qingxi also looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that there seemed to be something alive wriggling on An Jinglan's wound...