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Uncle Chen stumbled over and brought over hot water and a clean cloth.

Lin Feng tore open Shen Qingyi's clothes on her shoulder, revealing the hideous wound.

His hands were trembling, but he forced himself to calm down and carefully cleaned the wound with a cloth soaked in hot water.

Shen Qingyi convulsed in pain, but she gritted her teeth and remained silent, only looking at him quietly with her gradually unfocused eyes.

"Uncle Chen, who is the best doctor in the city? Go and fetch him immediately!" Lin Feng ordered without turning his head.

"Yes, yes, yes! Old Doctor Wang from Huichuntang is a master of treating external injuries! This old servant will go right away!" Uncle Chen scrambled out.

Lin Feng sprinkled the medicine powder again and tightly wrapped the wound with a clean strip of cloth, but blood still seeped out from under the cloth, quickly staining a large area red.

Shen Qingyi's breathing grew weaker and weaker, and her lips turned purple.

"Don't sleep! Qingyi, look at me!"

Lin Feng held her cold hand, and he could feel her life force rapidly slipping away.

"Young Master Lin..." Shen Qingyi's lips moved slightly, her voice barely audible.

"I'm here." Lin Feng leaned down and brought his ear close to her lips.

"Don't...don't blame yourself...it was me...I threw myself at it..." she said haltingly, but a faint smile appeared in her eyes.

"I...I can take a knife for you...Qingyi...I have no regrets..."

"Nonsense!" Lin Feng's eyes welled up with tears, and he gripped her hand even tighter.

"Hold on! The doctor's coming right away! I won't let you die! Do you hear me!"

Shen Qingyi nodded gently, but her eyes slowly closed.

"Qingyi! Qingyi!" Lin Feng called out urgently, but she had already fainted.

The old doctor from Huichuntang looked at Lin Feng with a solemn expression.

"The knife wound has penetrated into the lung, causing excessive blood loss. I can only temporarily stop the bleeding. However, the lung vessels are damaged, and blood stasis has accumulated in the chest. If it is not cleared, it will surely break down within three days, and even a god could not save it."

The candlelight flickered in the room, illuminating Shen Qingyi's pale face.

"Who can cure him?" Lin Feng asked hoarsely.

His knife wound on his left shoulder was only hastily bandaged, the blood had soaked through the cloth, but he was completely unaware of it.

Old Physician Wang pondered for a moment, then lowered his voice: "Thirty li west of Jinling City, there is a Western Mountain. Deep within the mountain, there is a 'Jade Wave Pool,' and by the pool lives a strange woman who calls herself the 'Cold Moon Fairy.' It is said that she has mastered a unique skill of guiding qi and clearing the meridians."

"But this fairy has an eccentric temperament and rarely sees outsiders. Moreover..." He paused.

"I've heard lately that things aren't peaceful in the woods of Xishan. It seems like a gang of bandits is entrenched there."

"I'll go," Lin Feng said without hesitation.

"Young master, your injury..."

"Nothing's wrong." Lin Feng turned to look at Uncle Chen.

"Prepare a sturdy carriage and plenty of soft bedding. Also, prepare enough dry food, clean water, and medicine for wounds."

"Yes! This old servant will go and do it right away!" Uncle Chen wiped away his tears and hurriedly left.

Old Doctor Wang prescribed a life-saving remedy and left behind several packets of hemostatic powder.

Shen Qingyi briefly regained consciousness and saw him guarding her bedside. A faint light flashed in her eyes.

"Young Master Lin..." Her voice was as soft as a whisper.

"I'm here." Lin Feng bent down.

"No...don't go to West Mountain...it's dangerous..."

"I have to go." Lin Feng grasped her icy hand. "You took a knife for me; I must save you."

Shen Qingyi's eyes reddened, and she gently shook her head: "It's not worth it... Qingyi's life is too short..."

"worth."

Lin Feng interrupted her, his tone resolute.

"Shen Qingyi, listen to me carefully. I didn't tell you to die, so you can't die. Hold on, I'll bring you back."

Looking into his resolute eyes, Shen Qingyi silently shed tears, but nodded.

At the beginning of Chen Shi (7-9 AM), the carriage was ready.

The carriage drove out of the west gate of Jinling and headed west along the official road.

At noon, we rested by a mountain stream.

Lin Feng fetched some stream water and carefully fed Shen Qingyi a few sips.

Her complexion worsened, her lips turned purple, and there was a slight rattling sound in her chest when she breathed—a sign of blood stasis.

"Can it still hold on?" Lin Feng asked in a low voice.

Shen Qingyi nodded with difficulty, forcing a smile: "No...it's nothing."

Lin Feng squeezed her hand and continued on his way.

The carriage struggled through the dense forest. Suddenly, Lin Feng pulled on the reins, his sharp gaze sweeping across the trees ahead.

It was too quiet. Not a sound from birds or beasts could be heard.

"Friend, aren't you tired after following me all this way?" he said loudly to Kong Lin.

The forest was quiet for a moment, then a rustling sound came from inside.

Seven or eight ragged men, carrying machetes and wooden sticks, emerged from behind the trees and bushes, blocking the way.

The leader was a one-eyed burly man with a hideous scar on his face. He grinned and said, "Kid, you've got pretty good hearing. Leave the carriage and your valuables behind, and I'll spare your life."

Mountain bandits.

Lin Feng glanced at them; they were a motley crew, but there were many of them. He had a shoulder injury and couldn't fight for long.

"Get out of the way," he said calmly.

"Hey! Pretty cocky, huh!" the one-eyed burly man spat. "Brothers, let's go! Kill this kid, there might be a woman in the car!"

The bandits howled and pounced.

Lin Feng leaped off the cart shaft, his movements as swift as lightning. Instead of retreating, he charged straight into the crowd! He didn't draw his sword, but instead unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, targeting vital joints.

"Bang!" A punch landed on a man's face, shattering his nose.

"Crack!" He kicked another man's knee and broke it.

"Ah!" The elbow strike landed on the third person's ribs, breaking his ribs.

In the blink of an eye, three people had fallen to the ground, groaning in pain.

The remaining men were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly, and the one-eyed giant turned pale—this kid was too fast!

"Get lost." Lin Feng shook the blood off his hands, his gaze icy.

"You...you wait!" The one-eyed giant uttered a harsh threat, then led his men to help the wounded man up and scramble away into the depths of the forest.

Lin Feng returned to the car and lifted the curtain.

Shen Qingyi had woken up at some point and was looking at him with concern. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was unharmed.

"It's alright now," Lin Feng reassured him, and continued driving.

After traveling for more than an hour, the sun began to set.

Suddenly, the sound of water came from ahead.

Turning a corner around a cliff, a breathtaking view suddenly unfolds before you—a deep, emerald-green pool nestled in the valley, its clear water reflecting the surrounding cliffs and sky.

There is a simple bamboo house by the pool, and in front of the house are several medicinal herb gardens planted with exotic flowers and rare herbs.

An old woman with white hair, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, was squatting by the herb garden tending to the herbs.

"arrive."

Lin Feng stopped the car, jumped off, walked to the bamboo house, clasped his hands, and bowed: "Junior Lin Feng, accompanied by my friend Shen Qingyi, requests an audience with Fairy Lengyue. My friend is seriously injured and on the verge of death; we earnestly beg the Fairy to save her!"

The old woman slowly raised her head.

But her eyes were clear as a pool of water, sharp as a needle. She swept her gaze over Lin Feng, then glanced at the carriage, and said indifferently, "I do not see outsiders, much less treat men. Please leave."