Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Returning to the capital was a long and tedious journey, but having someone interesting to accompany her would be good.

Just as Ye Fuxun got the answer she wanted, her body relaxed, and she blacked out.

Qingruo and Yunli quickly helped Ye Fuxun onto the carriage. There was also a man in a blue brocade robe on the carriage, who looked at Ye Fuxun's pale face with concern and said, "What a beautiful lady. I'm most afraid of seeing a beauty getting hurt." He then checked Ye Fuxun's wound, took out a white porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out a pill, and asked Ye Fuxun to take it. Soon, Ye Fuxun woke up.

"Luckily, the archer's skills were not precise. He only hit your left shoulder. If it had been a little more accurate, your life would have been in danger."

Upon hearing the man's words, Ye Fuxun actually chuckled, "I'm really lucky. Not only was it not a fatal shot, but I also received help from a divine doctor."

"You, girl, have quite the sharp eyes," the man in blue crossed his arms and leaned against the carriage, saying with a proud tone. "Then guess who I am?"

"Ji Nanbei from the Southern Medical Family, known as the Divine Doctor."

Since Ye Fuxun got on the carriage, Prince Chen, who had been drinking tea all along, also looked at her after hearing her words. This little girl had quite a sharp eye.

Ji Nanbei was excited as if he had discovered a new continent. "How did you know about me? Has my reputation already spread to the women's quarters?" He then looked self-satisfiedly at Song Hanzhuo and imagined, "Do you think they secretly hang my portrait and look at it every day? Otherwise, how could a young girl recognize me?" The only response he received was Song Hanzhuo's indifferent gaze.

"Master Ji, I don't know if they look at your portrait, but I do know that if you hadn't saved me, I would have been done for."

"Your injury is not serious, but the arrow needs to be removed in time, otherwise it's easy for the wound to get infected. Unfortunately, I don't have any anesthetic, and it's not easy to find one at the moment."

"Then we don't need it."

Upon hearing this, Ji Nanbei couldn't help raising his voice, "Do you know how painful it is to remove an arrow without anesthetic?! You, little girl, really don't know the severity of the pain. When the arrow is pulled out, it will definitely be excruciating for you!"

Ji Nanbei's noisy voice made Ye Fuxun's head ache, coupled with the pain from the wound. Ye Fuxun couldn't help but shout, "Are you even a man?! If I ask you to pull it out, just do it. Stop dilly-dallying like a girl and making so much fuss! Where did you get so much nonsense from!"

Ji Nanbei was stunned by Ye Fuxun's shout, and Song Hanzhuo couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that this journey wouldn't be too dull.

"She said I'm not a man?! Your Highness, do I look like a girl?!"

Song Hanzhuo gave Ji Nanbei a look and said with a smile, "I didn't know that the divine doctor Ji, who has been traveling with me, is actually a woman."

"You..." Ji Nanbei wisely chose not to retort. He knew very well how cunning and unpredictable this prince was. So he obediently went to tend to Ye Fuxun's wound and instructed Qingruo to cut open Ye Fuxun's clothes on her left shoulder.

After heating the dagger on the candle and disinfecting it with alcohol, Ji Nanbei made a small incision at the wound. Ye Fuxun frowned and groaned, grabbing someone's clothes.

Ji Nanbei looked up at Ye Fuxun. A middle-aged man would not be able to endure the pain of cutting the skin, but this pale and frail woman only groaned.

"Ah!" At the moment the arrow was pulled out, Ye Fuxun couldn't help but cry out, grabbing the clothes of the person whose hand was holding hers. Before she could see who it was, she fainted from the pain.

When she woke up, she was already in an inn. Qingruo pushed the door open and saw Ye Fuxun trying to sit up, so she hurried over to help her sit up, to prevent her from tearing the wound.

"How long did I sleep?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

"For a day and a night," Qingruo replied, giving Ye Fuxun a glass of water to drink and then sitting by the bed, looking at her with concern. "Miss, does your wound still hurt? You scared me to death. If something happened to you, how could I explain to the madam?"

Looking at Qingruo's teary eyes, Ye Fuxun gently shook her head, "It doesn't hurt anymore. It's all in the past. Don't cry, I'm fine now."

In her previous life, she was imprisoned by Ye Yunshang in a dungeon, with her limbs nailed to a chair, and she was whipped every day. Compared to that, the pain of removing the arrow was nothing. Indeed, when a person experiences too much pain, they become numb to it.

"By the way, Qingruo, did I hurt your hand when I pulled out the arrow?" Ye Fuxun suddenly remembered that she had held someone's hand for comfort while pulling out the arrow. There were only three people in the carriage, and it couldn't have been Ji Nanbei. Prince Chen was a cold and aloof person, so the person who held her hand must have been Qingruo.

"Miss, you forgot. You held the hand of His Highness Prince Chen, not mine."

"What?!"