The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 1396: Chapter 1391: The Medicine Has Arrived

Rong Sheng was certainly the person most familiar with bloody fever, and they were still trying. They must find a cure!

Su Yingxue led people to search around the mansion. When they reached the back door of the estate, situated on a small hillock, they saw a figure in white.

However, someone was with Rong Sheng, which put Su Yingxue on alert. She immediately yelled, “Seventeen! Kill her!”

A shadow, swift as a sword, flew out, its blade ready to fall on Chen Qingshui.

Chen Qingshui managed to push Rong Sheng away just in time and was slashed by Zi Wei’s blade, leaving a long, bloody trail on her left leg.

She rolled to one side.

Rong Sheng was freed from her acupoint blockage and immediately called out to Su Yingxue, “Stop, she’s here to deliver medicine.”

“Medicine?” Su Yingxue turned to look at Zi Wei, “Seventeen, stop.”

Zi Wei quickly withdrew her blade and stepped forward to grab Chen Qingshui, dragging her in front of Su Yingxue.

Chen Qingshui was defeated in Zi Wei’s hands, emotionless, and in the bright light of the night fire, her gaze was especially indifferent.

Like a pool of tasteless water.

Rong Sheng held a wooden box. Su Yingxue opened it to find a bunch of syringes and some modern medicines, along with a prescription.

Rong Sheng, familiar with these items, said, “These are medicines from the lab that can cure bloody fever. Although there aren’t many, collecting herbs according to this prescription can cure those with mild cases.”

Chu Yifeng and the thousands of people inside this mansion, they all had hope of being saved!

Rong Sheng cried with joy, never before had she felt so elated because of her medical skills.

It seemed she found another meaning in her pursuit of medicine.

She grasped the box, intending to rush into the mansion, but Su Yingxue stopped her, “Sister Rong Sheng, the fire is too strong! Wait for us to bring people to extinguish it first.”

“There’s no time, let your guards take me in.”

Rong Sheng looked toward Zi Wei. With such an intense blaze, aside from those of Silver Moon Pavilion at Su Yingxue’s side, no one dared approach or even manage to get near the mansion.

If it were Zi Wei, Su Yingxue would’ve let him go immediately.

But Seventeen had not been by her side for long, and Su Yingxue hesitated at the thought of him leading Rong Sheng through the flames.

Zi Wei stepped forward, “Master, I can.”

He was sworn to serve her unto death.

This raging fire counted for nothing.

“Seventeen, be careful.”

Su Yingxue’s hand firmly patted his shoulder.

Zi Wei nodded, grasping Rong Sheng and leaping into the fire, Rong Sheng clutching the medicine box, whispering Chu Yifeng’s name.

Chu Yifeng sat alone in a pavilion surrounded by flames, where he had been since the fire began.

The others in the ghost market, even though they were not afraid of death, started to retreat as they felt the burning pain when the flames spread.

The merciless fire consumed everything, and they pushed and shoved, jostling one another, all flocking to a place unthreatened by the blaze, eventually huddling together.

Only Chu Yifeng sat in the pavilion, holding his wine cup, pouring his own drinks, as if enjoying the moonlight, utterly oblivious to the suffocation from the fire.

The pavilion was about to collapse, and sparks had already singed Chu Yifeng’s hair.

Chu Yifeng hissed in pain; his eyes were scorched, leaving him unable to see.

Indeed, it was painful.

“Chu Yifeng!”

“Chu Yifeng!”

“Ah Feng!!!”

Chu Yifeng scratched his ear, as if he heard someone calling him. Ah Feng?

It must have been a hallucination.

He was already being scorched by the fire, sick enough to start seeing things.

He, Chu Yifeng, was the master of the ghost market, feared by the world—who would dare call him Ah Feng?

“Ah Feng!!! Come out!”

The woman’s hoarse voice sounded like a cuckoo weeping blood, a tragic and sad cry laden with heart-wrenching despair.

In the end, Chu Yifeng couldn’t resist; he opened his eyes amidst the fire.

Whoa!

It wasn’t an illusion.

He saw Rong Sheng.

That white figure who was being blocked yet still trying to rush towards the firestorm.

“Boom!”

The pavilion collapsed with a roar, and in an instant, dust was everywhere, flames splattered, and Rong Sheng was tackled to the ground by Ah Hong, narrowly escaping harm.

Ah Hong took the hit from a pillar for her; by the time he struggled out, his leg was already crushed and his flesh scorched.

But all he had in his eyes were tears of regret.

Chu Yifeng hadn’t made it out.

“Chu Yifeng, Ah Feng…”

Rong Sheng gazed at the still-burning ruins after the collapse, her eyes hollow as she murmured.

He was dead…

Chu Yifeng died inside there.

Her heart viciously convulsed, then shattered fiercely onto the ground, breaking into piece after piece of rubble.

“No… don’t.”

Clutching her head, Rong Sheng’s mind raced through her memories with Chu Yifeng over the years, all the things that had happened since they met began to flash through her mind.

“Who are you? Why are you saving me?”

“I’m your senior sister, Rong Sheng.”

“Rong Sheng, Rong Sheng, Senior Sister! Can you call me Ah Feng then?”

“Ah Feng.”

“Senior Sister, teach me!”

“Senior Sister, this is so difficult!”

“Senior Sister, I don’t want to learn anymore, just hold me.”

“Senior Sister… save me!”

“Ah Feng…”

“Ah Feng… Chu Yifeng!!!”

Rong Sheng cried out in agony, all her reason, all her cool composure, collapsed at this moment. She felt as if the world before her had crumbled, leaving only ash after the fire’s ravage.

The most important person in her life was dead, the person she loved the most was gone.

She had all the medical skills, holding life-saving medicine in her hand, yet she couldn’t save him.

“Chu Yifeng!!!”

“Ahhhh!!!!”

Rong Sheng’s cries, hoarse from her screams, stunned the thousands of people gathered around.

They looked at this pitiful woman, not daring to approach, let alone offer comfort.

Because not far from her, a man with burns from the fire stood there, his mouth curved in a smile, looking like Hades crawling out of hell.

Chu Yifeng was fortunate he opened his eyes for a moment, leaping out before the pavilion collapsed.

If he had died, he would have missed this scene and never known that this woman could cry out for him so desperately, suffering more than if she had died.

Rong Sheng, lost in her own grief and unable to extricate herself, with tears blurring her vision, didn’t see the pair of black boots, the man burnt and wounded all over, standing right here, taking pleasure in her sorrow.

It seemed the longer she cried, the happier he became.

Finally, Ah Hong couldn’t stand it anymore and spoke up, “Master, Doctor Rong has medicine in her hand, taking medicine to save your life is the priority.”

If there’s anything, it’s better to survive first and talk about it later.

“Shut up!”

Chu Yifeng turned, his eyes dark as he glared at him.

Ah Hong fell silent.

Rong Sheng had already cried so much she lay on the ground, out of strength; when she was picked up, she forgot to resist.

Chu Yifeng’s irritating laugh pierced through her swollen eardrums from crying, “Rong Sheng, you love me.”

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