She returned to her own courtyard and quickly sent Attendant Sean to report to her brother so he wouldn't worry. After she got everything in order and lay down on the bed for a good sleep, she finally felt all the exhaustion fade away. By the time she woke up fully rested, the sun was already slanting low in the sky.
After dinner, she sat distracted on her bed, still feeling the fear from the danger she had faced today. She also worried about the injuries of that man in black. Although he looked cold, he seemed like someone who understood gratitude and had a kind heart.
Even though he was badly injured, he still thought of saving her. Despite the danger at the time, she didn't regret helping him. That face was too handsome.
It would have been a shame if he had died. As she kept thinking, Yaelle grew more and more uneasy, worrying about his condition. She looked out the window and saw that it wasn't completely dark yet, about six in the evening in modern time.
After thinking for a while, she finally decided to go check on him herself or she wouldn't feel at ease. So she took Attendant Sam with her, grabbed the key, and quietly slipped out through the west gate. Luckily, the medicine house wasn't far.
They soon arrived at their destination. When she carefully pushed open the door and quietly walked in, the doctor was trying to feed the man on the bed a bowl of thick black medicine. But the man refused completely, keeping his mouth shut and trembling slightly.
The medicine ran down from the corner of his mouth to his neck, soaking a large part of his collar. Seeing her suddenly come in, the doctor was startled and quickly set down the bowl, got up, and asked with concern, "Why are you here at this hour? It's already dark. It's not safe outside."
"I sneaked out. It's nearby, only takes about fifteen minutes," Yaelle replied in a low voice, though her eyes stayed fixed on the man in bed. She asked with worry, "How is he doing?"
"Just like you said, he's started to burn with fever. We can't get the medicine in. Now it's up to him whether he can make it through the night."
Yaelle frowned, her heart sinking. She nodded slightly in understanding. In this time period, fever caused by infection was a serious issue.
Without antibiotics or fever medicine, it was hard to treat. Thinking of that, she clenched her teeth and told the doctor, "You can go rest now. We'll take care of giving him the medicine."
"All right, since you're here, I won't insist. There were too many patients today, I'm completely worn out," the old doctor said, shaking his head helplessly. But in his heart, he understood.
This young lady from the Ya family had clearly taken a liking to the stranger. It was better to stay out of it. He said no more and turned to leave the room.
If Yaelle had known what he was thinking, she would've instantly denied it. "I don't like him like that." The truth was, she was just someone who loved beauty.
She always appreciated beautiful things with a pure heart. But would anyone believe such an explanation? Probably only she herself knew.
Yaelle had Attendant Sam stand guard at the door. Then she quickly took out anti-inflammatory and fever medicine from her storage space and mixed them with water. Next, she looked around for a tool to help feed him.
Finally, she found a small device perfect for it. Using the dropper, she drew the liquid medicine and pinched the man's cheeks, forcing the liquid into his mouth. Whenever he tried to resist, she lightly pinched his nose to make him swallow.
After some effort, she finally managed to get the medicine into him. Once she was done, she let out a deep breath, feeling relieved. This method of giving medicine was something Yaelle had learned from a nurse who gave vaccines.
Normally, it was used to deal with kids who didn't want to take their medicine. Even though it looked a bit rough, it was very effective.
After finishing everything, she went to find the doctor again. She explained the man's condition in detail and asked him to assign a medicine boy to keep a special watch on the man's situation that night. The doctor listened carefully and nodded, saying he would follow her instructions.
With the doctor's promise, she let out a sigh of relief and thanked him again for his help. Then she hurried back home with Attendant Sam. Fortunately, everything on the way went smoothly without any trouble or accidents.
She felt secretly relieved but also a little tired. After all, yesterday had been full of surprises, rushing around, and stitching wounds, and both her body and mind were exhausted. But the thought that the injured man hadn't woken up yet made her pull herself together.
She quickened her pace and rushed home to rest. When she got home, she washed up quickly and lay down to sleep. However, because she was still worried about the man's injuries, she didn't sleep very deeply and soon woke up.
She opened her eyes and saw the sky outside was slightly lit, realizing it was already morning. She got up quickly, tidied herself, and rushed to the Medicine Fragrance House. When she arrived there, she saw that Xavier was already there.
She greeted him calmly, then walked straight into the inner room to check on the injured man. Xavier looked at her busy figure, and a flicker of complicated emotion flashed in his eyes before he quickly returned to normal. To her surprise, the man was awake.
When he saw her, Yuhan was stunned by her beauty. He was shocked to see how playful and cute she looked in women's clothing. After coming back to his senses, his face turned red without him realizing it.
This morning, after waking up, he heard from the medicine boy and the doctor that it was Yaelle who treated his wounds yesterday. She even stitched him up, meaning she must have seen all of his body.
How embarrassing. Well, she saved his life, so he should repay her with his life. If she saw it, then so be it.
He couldn't help but feel shy again, wondering what she thought of him. If Yaelle knew he was imagining so much, her impression of him would definitely change. Was he still the cold and restrained type she thought he was?
Maybe he was just expressionless. Also, when Yaelle stitched him yesterday, he really had nothing on but a pair of underwear because of all the cutting and undressing. But at the time, she had no other thoughts and only focused on the wound.
She vaguely remembered his body being a bit thin, but didn't notice anything else. The two looked at each other, and Yaelle broke the silence first. She said, "Let me introduce myself. My surname is Xia. What should I call you? Are you feeling better now?"
Yuhan looked at Yaelle, gratitude flashing in his eyes. He said softly, "Thank you for saving me yesterday, Miss Xia. My surname is Lin, name Yuhan, courtesy name Zishan, you can call me Zishan. I'm feeling much better now. It's just surface wounds, no bones were hurt."
Yaelle nodded and said, "That's good. But how did you get hurt so badly?" Yuhan was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "It's a long story."
His eyes showed a bit of sadness and helplessness. Yaelle saw this and figured he probably had something he didn't want to talk about, so she didn't ask more. She changed the topic and said, "What are your plans next?"
Yuhan thought for a while and said, "I'm a man from the martial world. I got injured this time because of a feud. After I recover, I still need to look for my enemy."
Yaelle frowned slightly and said, "Life in the martial world is full of danger. You must be extra careful."