Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, the child's head flew into the sky, towards the academy's Jingxin Garden, which was where Xu Xian and the rest were staying. It stopped in front of their room, and suddenly let out a whimper. This sound could only be heard by the patient.
"It's so noisy, it hurts, Hanwen, my head hurts so much!"
Xu Xian was about to sleep when Pan Yu suddenly cried out in pain. Xu Xian rushed forward, but Pan Yu grabbed his wrist and fell into his arms, moaning in pain.
"What's wrong, Mingyu?" Xu Xian asked anxiously, the person in his arms seemed to have become even thinner.
Xu Xian shouted for help, and a flurry of footsteps could be heard outside the room, finally waking up his classmate next door.
He knocked on the door and asked, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"
"Stop knocking, go and find the doctor."
Xu Xian let out a loud roar. He wanted to search for her himself, but Pan Yu, who was in his arms, hugged him tightly. Pan Yu's other hand gripped his wrist tightly. She was so strong that he could not break free.
Not long after, "The doctor is here, the doctor is here, Xu Xian, open the door!" The knocking outside the door became more intense, and Xu Xian, who was in the room, was extremely anxious.
He bent down and whispered into Pan Yu's ear, as if he was coaxing a child, "Be good, let go of me first, I will find someone to help you." Pan Yu closed her eyes and slowly let go. Xu Xian immediately went to open the door.
An old man with a white beard, who looked like a doctor, stared at Xu Xian, "Why are you so slow, what if someone dies? Do you think you can bear the responsibility of the Governor's nephew?" As he finished, he turned around and closed the door.
In the dark sky, the child's head circled twice before flying towards the Evening Wind Garden.
He was sleeping soundly when someone knocked on the door. He was initially very unhappy, and slowly got up.
But someone outside the room shouted. It was the Governor's nephew, Young Master Pan Yu.
He immediately jumped out of bed and rushed over. His speed was so fast that even the Elementary Scholar who was leading the way felt inferior.
At this time, how could Xu Xian argue with him? He asked the doctor to hurry up and treat the patient. The doctor looked as if he was not going to argue with him and went forward to take Pan Yu's pulse.
"The wind has entered the brain. I'm afraid that Pan Gongzi is suffering from a stroke. This illness came so suddenly that I'm afraid it won't be easy to treat. This old man will go back and prescribe some medicine to try." The doctor shook his head as he spoke.
At this moment, Pan Yu woke up. She looked at her clothes. Fortunately, they were still there.
He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, sir. I'm feeling better now. I'll take the medicine you prescribed tomorrow and I'll be fully recovered."
The doctor was overjoyed and completely forgot the diagnosis just now. He patted his chest and said that Pan Yu was fine. After saying a few more polite words, he left.
Outside the room, Xia Ziqi stopped the doctor and asked, "How is Brother Pan?"
"With this old man here, there will naturally be no problems. Everyone, please return!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but Xia Ziqi was a little disappointed.
"Mingyu, are you really fine?
But the old man just said. "Xu Xian asked with some hesitation.
Pan Yu laughed and said, "Haven't you heard that a good doctor can't cure an illness?" It seemed that she had even sobered up and seemed to be really fine.
Xu Xian also understood the medical environment in ancient times. A doctor must first say that the patient's illness was extremely serious. In this way, if the patient could be cured, of course, it was because of his profound medical skills. If not, it was because of fate.
But this sentence from "Bian Que Meets Cai Henghou" always made him feel a little unlucky.
Xu Xian suddenly felt pain in his wrist. He looked down and saw a row of blue finger marks left by Pan Yu on his wrist, which was slightly swollen.
"Hanwen!"
Xu Xian looked back and saw Pan Yu looking at him apologetically. Xu Xian shook his head to show that he was fine. He pulled down his sleeve to cover his wrist. Compared with this little pain, he was more worried about Pan Yu's illness.
Was she really fine? But the pain at that time was clearly transmitted to his heart.
In Evening Wind Garden, in Hooke's room, Hooke extinguished the red candle and covered the bottle.
Wang Shouyi pushed the door open and asked, "Are you done? It's a mess over there."
"I don't use this child god easily. The seed has already been planted, and all I have to do is wait for the harvest. Tsk tsk, in the words of the Celestial Empire, it is said that the heavens are jealous of heroic talents, and beautiful women have a short life. It is normal for them to die early." Hook laughed.
Wang Shouyi also smiled with satisfaction. Pan Yu died of an unmentionable disease, and no one could blame it on him.
But the enemy fell like this, as if he had received the mandate of heaven.
No, this was the mandate of heaven.
When he woke up the next day, Xu Xian looked at Pan Yu's bed. Surprisingly, he didn't get up early.
"I slept too late last night!"
Thought Xu Xian.
He went out to bring breakfast back, but Pan Yu was still lying on the bed. Xu Xian felt that something was wrong, so he woke Pan Yu up. Pan Yu turned her head weakly, and the haggard look on her face scared Xu Xian.
He had never thought that a person could become so haggard in just one night. His originally gentle and fair complexion was now pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes. In particular, the deep and clear feeling in his eyes had disappeared, and they were filled with exhaustion.
But even so, she was still amazingly beautiful.
Pan Yu touched her hair and said, "Maybe I drank too much last night!" She got out of bed and went to the table to eat her breakfast.
And Xu Xian called the doctor again. The porridge on the table gave off a tempting smell, but Pan Yu didn't feel hungry at all.
Since she started practicing martial arts, she hadn't been sick for many years. This kind of weak feeling made her a little annoyed.
Last night, the doctor came again and said some ambiguous words. He was not as confident as last night.
He prescribed a medicine that would not be harmful even if it was useless, and then left in a hurry.
The classmates of Jintian College came to visit one after another, but they were all blocked by Xu Xian.
Xia Ziqi took some tonics, but was blocked by Xu Xian outside the door. He couldn't help but frown, "Pan Yu is not only your friend. We should all go in to visit, but you just stop us. What are you thinking?"
"It's not suitable to see the wind or guests. This is the doctor's order. Please go ahead!" Xu Xian just blocked the door with no expression.
At noon, Pan Yu's uncle, Governor Pan, came to visit in person.
It was not convenient for Xu Xian to go in, so he stood outside the door. Soon Governor Pan came out, looked at Xu Xian, and said, "Take good care of him, and I promise you a bright future." He was also anxious, so he said these words that he would never say in normal days.
His brother entrusted his only son to him to take care of. If something happened to him here, he might not have the face to see him in the future.
Originally, he wanted to arrange for some servants to serve on him, but Pan Yu insisted on not allowing it. He knew his nephew's temperament, so he had no choice but to entrust him to Xu Xian.
Xu Xian frowned, but he still bowed his head and said, "Yes."
Later, famous doctors in Hangzhou Prefecture came to visit one after another, but none of them could tell what illness it was.
There was almost no peace for the whole afternoon.
The Governor offered a lot of money, and there were doctors who wanted to take the risk to get an official position. But when Pan Yu saw the prescription, she sneered at it.
Although she didn't know the art of Qi Huang, she had read a lot of medical books and understood the basic medical theory.
But even she couldn't tell what illness she had, as if there was an invisible abyss constantly devouring her energy.
She was getting thinner and couldn't get out of bed anymore. No one came to visit her, and even the doctors didn't dare to take care of her. If they couldn't cure her and angered the Governor, they would bear great responsibility.
Only the doctor was forced to prescribe some useless medicine. Now, he didn't open his clinic, and he regretted and worried at home every day.
There were rumors in the academy that she had attracted evil spirits, so the door became more and more deserted.
Many people took a detour and didn't pass by their door. Anyway, there was no value in making friends with a dying person.
Fortunately, he was still here!
She said to herself.
"Mingyu, it's time to take your medicine."
There was a smell of medicine in the room. Xu Xian sat by the bed with the medicine he had brewed, and he still had a forced smile on his face.
Xu Xian helped her up, and she reluctantly leaned in his arms to take the medicine. She watched him scoop a spoonful of medicine and blow on it carefully before feeding it to her mouth.
The medicine was bitter, but it was nothing compared to what she had endured all this time.
Although she knew it was useless, she just wanted to lean in his arms for the time being!
Xu Xian frowned. He couldn't feel Pan Yu's will to live. Instead, she seemed to have accepted her fate. Although he didn't know medicine, he knew that the psychological state of a patient was very important according to the knowledge of his previous life.
But he didn't understand. With Pan Yu's family background, she didn't need to worry about food and clothing, and her future was bright. How could this happen?
Like a traveler who had been trekking alone in the ice and snow for a long time, her heart was full of fatigue and loneliness, and this trekking was destined to have no goal.
At this time, a warm hut appeared in the wind and snow. It seemed that she finally found a reason to stop, even if the hut was just a synonym for death.
But she could finally say to herself that she had tried her best.
The pain made all the weakness accumulated over the years burst out, and she no longer had the strength to go on.
Not only did she not fear death, but she also felt lucky that she didn't have to die alone.