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No sooner had she finished speaking than the courtyard gate was pushed open again, and when everyone turned around, they saw Yunzhu.

She was panting heavily, carrying a large, bulging bundle in her arms. Entering the room, she didn't care about anything else, first placing the bundle on the table, and gasping for breath, said, "Miss... I've brought the medicine..."

Chen Wanxing strode over, opened the bundle, and before anyone could react, another person entered from behind.

Amber carried a food box in her hand. As soon as she entered the room, she put the food box on the table, opened the lid, and a steaming aroma of ginger wafted out.

"Ginger soup, freshly made, drink it while it's hot," Amber said, glancing around the room and frowning when she saw the two lying on the bed.

Chen Wanxing turned around, looked at Lin's father and the old servant of the Zhou family, and explained the matter clearly in a measured tone:

"It rained and got cold a few days ago, and I was worried it would be cold inside the examination hall, so I prepared some medicinal herbs in advance. These are for treating colds and reducing fever, and they are all appropriate for the symptoms."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Lin's father and the old servant of the Zhou family: "But since this prescription wasn't written after a doctor came to examine you, whether you use it or not is up to you. I can't guarantee anything."

There was a moment of silence in the room. Without hesitation, Lin's father stepped forward and took out a packet of medicine labeled "for colds and fever" from his bundle.

"Miss Chen, I believe you. Wei'er, go and brew the medicine as soon as possible."

Lin Wei took the medicinal herbs, nodded, and turned to walk out. Yun Zhu followed her, and the two of them went to the kitchen together.

The old servant of the Zhou family stood there, his expression changing several times. He looked at Zhou Wenbo lying on the bed, then at the medicinal herbs in the bundle, and then at Lin's father who had already started brewing the medicine. The hesitation in his heart was crushed by reality.

The servant's words were still ringing in my ears: all the doctors nearby had been called away, and we had to go to faraway places to find one, and who knew how long we would have to wait.

He gritted his teeth, stepped forward, grabbed a packet, and handed it to a servant standing nearby: "Go and brew it quickly!"

The servant took the medicine and ran out.

Chen Wanxing finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Wang Yanning. He was still leaning back in his chair, his face still pale. When he saw her looking over, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and that little smile looked rather pitiful against his deathly pale face.

She walked over, sat down next to him, and reached out to touch his forehead. Fortunately, he only had a slight fever, not too hot.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

Wang Yanning shook her head, her voice hoarse: "It's nothing, I'm just tired."

Chen Wanxing nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She simply let him lean on her, took out a bowl of ginger soup from the food box, handed it to him, and watched him slowly drink it.

Over there, Lin's mother was already wiping Lin Lang's face, wiping away tears as she did so, but she forced herself not to cry out loud. The old servant of the Zhou family was guarding Zhou Wenbo's bedside, anxiously pacing back and forth in the room as he watched him show no reaction.

Wang Yanning drank a large bowl of ginger soup and leaned back for a while before feeling some strength return.

"It was raining at night, and the roof of the cell has rarely been maintained over the years, so it leaks in most places."

Brother Zhou was soaked to the bone and started having a fever on the fourth day. He's been holding on ever since, and Brother Lin isn't doing much better. It's a miracle he even made it out in the end..."

Chen Wanxing listened without saying anything, but gently patted the back of his hand. After a while, Lin Lang's medicine was ready, and Lin's mother fed it to him by hand. After feeding him, she stayed by his bedside without moving.

The medicine for Zhou Wenbo was also brought over, but he was dizzy and his jaw was clenched, so it couldn't be poured down his throat. The old servant of the Zhou family was so anxious that he was covered in sweat and his hands were shaking as he held the bowl.

Chen Wanxing glanced at it and said, "Pinch her chin and force-feed her, a little at a time."

The old servant of the Zhou family was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, and did as she said. Zhou Wenbo was forced to drink a few mouthfuls, choked and coughed, but managed to swallow some.

After the medicine was administered, Chen Wanxing looked at Wang Yanning and didn't let him speak.

"sleep."

She placed her hand on his shoulder and led him toward the bed, her tone flat but carrying an unyielding air: "You don't need to think about anything now, you don't need to say anything, just close your eyes and go to sleep."

Wang Yanning looked at her, obediently lay down, Chen Wanxing covered him with a blanket, stood by the bed and glanced at him, then turned and walked to the outer room.

The medicine was prepared and administered; the rest is up to them.

After Lin Lang took the medicine, his fever subsided in less than an hour. Although he was still unconscious, his complexion was not as frightening, and his breathing became steady.

Lin's mother finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against her bedside, held Lin Lang's hand, her eyes were still red, but the tears finally stopped falling.

Zhou Wenbo's situation was not so smooth. He had been given the medicine twice, but his fever had not subsided at all. He was still unconscious, his brows tightly furrowed, as if he were having a nightmare.

The old servant of the Zhou family stayed by the bedside, checking his forehead every now and then, and feeding him some water every now and then. Despite the chilly weather in late autumn, he was so anxious that he was covered in sweat.

In the afternoon, Lin Lang woke up. Although he was still weak, he was able to open his eyes, recognize people, and drink a few mouthfuls of porridge.

Overjoyed, Lin's mother wept, clutching his hand tightly and repeating, "It's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake."

Zhou Wenbo remained silent, and Lin Wei sat down beside him at some point.

She sat there, looking at the person on the bed. Usually, he was always smiling and didn't care about anything. But now, lying there, his face was as white as paper, and his lips were completely bloodless.

She watched him for a while, then pulled the blanket over him up a bit and put his hand, which was hanging by the side of the bed, back under the blanket. His hand was frighteningly hot; the moment her fingers touched it, it felt like something had clenched her heart tightly.

The old servant of the Zhou family was busy brewing a bowl of medicine. People were coming and going in the room, but she just sat there, staring at Zhou Wenbo's face, without moving.

After a while, she reached out and brushed aside a strand of wet hair that had slipped down his forehead.

"You," she said softly, as if talking to herself, "usually so carefree, never caring about anything, how did you end up so sick this time..."

Zhou Wenbo, of course, did not answer her.

She didn't expect him to answer.

As darkness fell, Zhou Wenbo finally made a move.

First, his forehead cooled down, then his breathing became steady, and finally, his eyelids twitched. The old servant of the Zhou family was the first to notice, rushing to the bedside, his voice trembling: "Young Master! Young Master!"