CHAPTER 121: CHAPTER 118: NO ONE DARES LAY A FINGER ON ME

"It’s nothing serious, I just accidentally fell earlier. I didn’t twist a muscle, it’s just a bit sore. Thank you, Miss Lan Yi, for your concern."

"Please be more careful, Your Highness! Lan Yi can see that your palms turned red from the fall."

Yun Ran: "..."

Yes, it was from the fall!

After a few more words, Lan Yi bid farewell and left. Nangong Mo, turning his wheelchair, slowly appeared behind Yun Ran.

The moment he spoke, Yun Ran couldn’t help wanting to slap him.

"Lin Wanyue, you have to embroider a sachet for me."

"And a belt too, I want that as well."

Yun Ran turned around, throwing a murderous glare his way, "I’ll embroider it for your grandpa!"

Nangong Mo: "..."

The man pinched his slightly stiff lips, "Lin Wanyue, you’re a girl, you should be gentler."

Upon hearing this, Yun Ran walked over and gave him a slap on the head.

"Now you’re saying I’m not gentle enough, huh? What were you up to just now? Why don’t you go find your gentle little beauty to help you?"

Nangong Mo: "..."

"My chastity is not something anyone can touch so casually."

Yun Ran couldn’t help but roll her eyes, "So I should thank you for giving me the opportunity, huh?!"

"Lin Wanyue, does your hand hurt?"

[It doesn’t hurt... but it’s really sore!]

"It doesn’t hurt! I can still hit you again!"

Saying this, Yun Ran gave him another slap on the head.

Nangong Mo: "... Actually, if you want to hit me, just say so, I can do it myself."

Hearing this, Yun Ran bent over to get close to his face, her smile bright and dazzling, "Nangong Mo, you dog, you finally said something human!"

Nangong Mo: "..."

...

At night, there were still two stacks of bricks in front of Yun Ran’s soft couch.

On the small table at the head of the bed were a plate of snacks, a plate of cut fruit, and a cup of fruit tea.

She was flipping through a storybook, eating and drinking as she read, feeling carefree and content.

Nangong Mo rolled his wheelchair to her bedside, and Yun Ran didn’t even bother to lift her eyelids, directly throwing a pillow at him.

"Wherever you came from, go back there. Otherwise, next time what’s flying over will be a brick."

Nangong Mo caught the pillow and pursed his thin lips, "Lin Wanyue, I’m just here to say something to you."

Yun Ran: "..."

[Is it separated by mountains and seas that you need to come so close to say it?!]

"Say it quickly, and then get out."

"Lin Wanyue, you were very well-behaved today."

"What??"

Yun Ran was taken aback, completely puzzled.

Then she saw the man curve his lips slightly, speaking with a serious tone, "You didn’t faint today, I’m very pleased."

Yun Ran: "..."

[Did this dogman come all the way just to tell her this?!]

"Eat well, sleep well, and gain some weight, so that next time you can last a little longer."

"...Get out!"

Finally unable to restrain herself, Yun Ran directly threw the storybook in her hand at him.

"Alright, I’m leaving."

The man indeed left, but he took her storybook with him.

"Hey, give me back my book!"

"It’s late, Lin Wanyue, you need to sleep well. Mr. Shu will keep it for tonight and give it back to you tomorrow."

Yun Ran: "..."

...

The next morning, Yun Ran appeared at the usual place on time.

She was surprised to find a long queue already formed there.

Everyone smiled and greeted her upon seeing her.

"Divine Doctor Yan, you’re finally here! We were worried you wouldn’t come today!"

"Young Master Feng! Have you had breakfast? I have Taoli Record’s peach blossom cakes here, bought after waiting for half an hour."

"Young Master Feng..."

Yun Ran smiled and exchanged pleasantries with them, her demeanor like a picturesque painting, calm, elegant, and courteous.

Inside, she was laughing wildly:

[Oh bird, oh bird, have I become famous overnight? So many people are lining up to see me set up shop!]

[Although, please don’t get too carried away — the higher you fly, the harder the fall!]

Yun Ran’s consultation speed was quick, but when the patients were young women, she would take much longer.

They would ask many questions, about the illness, about daily diet precautions, so detailed as if wanting to linger a bit longer, just wanting to stay a bit longer.

Some even asked:

"Young Master Feng, where do you live? Are you married?"

When Yun Ran shook her head, they would immediately follow up with:

"Then, does Young Master Feng have a girl he fancies?"

Without even a blink, Yun Ran replied, "Yes, it’s a childhood engagement set by both families, waiting for her coming-of-age ceremony to get married."

They persisted, "So, what is the young lady’s name and family origin?"

"Oh, her? She’s named Chuchu, from Yunzhou. I’ll bring her to the capital to live together and then get married soon."

Yun Ran just finished speaking when she suddenly felt a chill come over, instinctively giving her a shiver.

Looking up, she glimpsed a figure in the crowd, clad in black with a silver mask on the face.

Yun Ran froze, frowning slightly.

This figure looked remarkably like the ghost-masked figure she met that night.

But that person’s arms were both in heavy casts, obviously severely injured.

Yun Ran shifted her gaze to the queue and said, "Dear fellow townsfolk, it’s an urgent case if someone is seriously hurt. Could we let this brother skip the line?"

The crowd naturally had no objections, spontaneously making way for the masked man in a black suit with both arms in casts.

The woman sitting in front of Yun Ran initially wasn’t too happy to leave, but she also couldn’t stay without losing face.

She thanked Yun Ran for the medicine and left reluctantly.

The man in black didn’t refuse, walking past the crowd towards Yun Ran, and sat down on the stool in front of her.

"This brother, please..."

Yun Ran habitually wanted to say ’Please extend your hand so I can take your pulse,’ but caught sight of the casts from shoulder to fingers...

Her lips twitched slightly as she changed her question, "May I ask how you got these injuries?"

"Please don’t misunderstand, I can’t see your injuries with your hands in casts, so I can only ask. If it’s inconvenient for you, you don’t need to answer."

"I’m not here for the injuries, I’m here for an illness."

The man’s voice came through the mask, somewhat ethereal, like smoke or fog, making Yun Ran feel a vague familiarity, yet unable to grasp it.