On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2208 Feigning Illness? Making You Suffer in Silence

After a moment of stalemate, Li Sanlang's shoulders slowly slumped, his struggling strength disappeared, and his voice lowered: "I...I want to treat her."

Seeing that he had given in, Song Ping slowly released his grip: "If you want to, then don't cause any more trouble."

After saying that, he turned and winked at the two constables waiting to the side.

The constables immediately stepped forward, lifted the stretcher again, wrapped the unconscious woman securely in a thin blanket, and headed towards the west courtyard.

Li Sanlang watched the stretcher disappear into the distance, his lips moved, but he ultimately dared not utter another word.

The aroma of herbs in the west courtyard was several times stronger than in the east courtyard.

The dozens of beds were full, and Dr. Cao was leading several doctors as they moved between the beds, occasionally exchanging whispered information about the patients' conditions.

Yan Ruyu was standing in front of a hospital bed, her brows slightly furrowed, lost in thought.

She also heard the general noise from the east courtyard.

Only when she saw the constables carrying a stretcher in, with Song Ping following closely behind, did Yan Ruyu turn away and look at them.

Song Ping strode forward, bowed to Yan Ruyu, and said with certainty, "Your Highness, this person is definitely unusual."

Yan Ruyu nodded slightly, her gaze falling on the unconscious woman on the stretcher, her eyes sharp as a blade.

She walked to the stretcher, looking down at the woman's pale but not sickly face, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips: "Wanting to blend in over there, yet doing everything she can to avoid coming here, she's just playing a game of wishful thinking."

The west wing is full of critically ill, comatose patients. If she comes, she'll either have to pretend to be unconscious the whole time, but while she's unconscious, her senses are cut off, so how can she gather any information?

“That’s right,” Song Ping replied. “I noticed that her coughing was deliberate and found it suspicious. Now it seems that she was just using the pretext of an emergency to sneak into the house. Her purpose was probably to spy on our treatment of patients or to find other opportunities to take advantage of us.”

Huo Changhe's gaze fell on the woman, his expression grave: "Investigate her background, and that man as well."

The guards obeyed and left.

Yan Ruyu remained silent, a faint glimmer of light flashing deep within her eyes as her gaze fell upon the woman, penetrating her clothes and skin to reach her internal organs.

In an instant, she withdrew her gaze, the radiance faded, her eyes returned to normal, and her tone carried a hint of sarcasm: "As expected, it was all an act."

Her internal organs were healthy, and her blood and qi flowed smoothly. She was immune to acute illnesses, and even common colds were rare. Her constitution was stronger than many healthy people.

"So he really isn't sick at all?" Song Ping realized, his previous suspicions were now confirmed.

Huo Changhe said calmly, "Let's not disturb her for now."

Since she went to such lengths to sneak in, she must have something to do next.

Let's settle her here for now and have someone keep a close eye on her to see what she does after she wakes up.

Yan Ruyu nodded in agreement: "That's fine. Arrange her in the empty bed at the very end. There's no need to keep a close eye on her. Just keep an eye on her every move and report any abnormalities immediately."

"Understood, sir." Song Ping replied with a cupped hand, then turned and ordered the yamen runners to carry the woman to an empty bed in the corner.

Before long, the effects of the drug wore off, and the unconscious woman's eyelashes trembled slightly as her mind slowly cleared.

She unconsciously moved her fingers, then slowly opened her eyes.

My vision was initially blurry; I could only see the faint outline of a lantern, and hear the indistinct sounds of breathing and the bubbling of boiling medicine.

Before she could even take in her surroundings, a gentle voice sounded in her ear: "It's good that you're awake. Drink your medicine while it's still warm."

The woman looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yan Ruyu standing by the bed with a bowl of dark medicinal soup. Steam was still rising from the white porcelain bowl, and the strong smell of medicine hit her nose, carrying an indescribable bitterness.

Yan Ruyu had a faint smile on her face, but her eyes were so clear that they seemed to see through people's hearts as she gently handed the medicine bowl to her.

Having just woken up and not yet fully conscious, the woman almost instinctively shook her head: "I don't want to take the medicine."

"How can you get better if you don't take your medicine?" Yan Ruyu's tone remained calm as she steadily held the medicine bowl in her fingers, showing no intention of taking it back. "You are now a seriously ill patient. If you don't take your medicine on time, your condition may worsen."

"Severe illness?" These two words were like a thunderclap, instantly waking the woman from her confused state of mind.

Her eyes widened suddenly, her previously confused expression instantly filled with astonishment, and she sat up abruptly.

Everywhere you look, there are hospital beds, and on each bed lie patients with weak breaths. Some have pale and ashen faces, while others have furrowed brows and are struggling to breathe. They are quite different from the mild cases in the East Wing, who are still relatively conscious despite coughing.

Her heart sank, and her face turned deathly pale.

She opened her mouth, about to speak in defense, but her gaze froze when she saw Yan Ruyu's familiar face—wasn't this the princess who was in charge of the household and treating patients?

Previously, she had only seen Yan Ruyu a few times from afar in the east courtyard. Now, when she met those clear eyes up close, the woman felt a tightness all over her body, as if all her thoughts had been seen through.

She suppressed the panic in her heart, her fingers gripping the bed sheet tightly, trying to make her voice sound calm: "Your Highness has misunderstood. I am not seriously ill. I just cough occasionally. I will leave now and go back to where I was before."

"Leave?" Yan Ruyu looked at her with a half-smile, her eyes showing a hint of understanding. "You jest, young lady."

You suddenly lost consciousness in the east wing; this is a warning sign of an acute medical emergency.

She paused, her tone still gentle, yet carrying an undeniable certainty: "Most of the critically ill patients we treat here are those who suddenly deteriorated from mild cases."

Since you've already shown signs of unconsciousness, you naturally need to stay in the intensive care unit for proper treatment. If your condition relapses after returning home, and you lose your life, that would be terrible.

The woman's palms were sweating with anxiety. Her lips moved as she was about to find another excuse to refute the statement when a familiar voice suddenly called out from the courtyard gate.

"My wife! My wife, are you awake? Don't be afraid, I'm here waiting for you!"

It's Li Sanlang!

The woman instinctively looked towards the courtyard gate.

Li Sanlang was stopped at the door by two yamen runners. He was leaning out, his face full of anxiety, looking around anxiously.

"Brother, could you please make an exception?" Li Sanlang's voice came again, with a hint of pleading. "I just want to say a few words to my wife, just a few words. It won't take too long, and it won't disturb the other patients, okay?"

The constables looked troubled, and while stopping him, they whispered, "It's not that we're unwilling to make an exception, but the patients inside are all seriously ill. That's the rule, and we can't make an exception."

"Rules are rules, but people are flexible!"

The woman sat on the bed, her fingers curling even tighter, her mind filled with anxiety and confusion.