A heart that had been hanging for a long time finally settled down.
Without further ado, Feng Jin began acupuncture for the seriously ill patients, staying awake for a day and a night.
"Madam, you should rest. You've been busy for a day and a night," Yun Yun said, worried that Feng Jin couldn't handle the exhaustion.
"I'm fine. You go rest. There are still a few people in serious condition; we can't afford to delay."
Feng Jin's movements dared not slacken in the slightest. Every moment she delayed meant another person's death.
It wasn't until the next morning that the critical patients were all treated. Feng Jin's fingers trembled slightly from exhaustion. She forced herself to stand up, but as soon as she steadied herself, she felt dizzy and lightheaded. Feng Jin quickly leaned against the wall and fainted.
...
By the time Feng Jin woke up, it was already late at night.
Feng Jin looked around her surroundings. What kind of place was this? She moved her fingers and realized someone was leaning by the bedside.
"You're awake?"
Ling Mo Han sensed Feng Jin's movement and quickly looked up, asking with a worried expression.
"I... how did I get here?"
Wasn't she treating patients? How did she end up here? And why was Ling Mo Han beside her? What if she had contracted the plague and infected Ling Mo Han? That would be terrible.
Feng Jin pushed Ling Mo Han away and curled up, saying, "Stay away from me, hurry and leave!"
"Don't move around. The doctor just diagnosed you as pregnant. You fainted due to overexertion these past few days, and your pregnancy has been affected. You need to rest quietly."
Ling Mo Han was afraid that Feng Jin would move around recklessly and her emotions would upset her pregnancy.
"Pregnant..." Feng Jin exclaimed, placing a hand on her lower abdomen. She was actually pregnant. How could she not have noticed? Could it be a misdiagnosis?
Fearing another embarrassing misunderstanding, Feng Jin quickly placed her hand on her own wrist. It was indeed a slippery pulse; she was really pregnant.
She had been in close contact with patients for so long. She wasn't sure if she had contracted the plague. Being pregnant now was truly at the worst possible time.
Feng Jin's face was full of worry. She placed her hand on her very flat abdomen, finding it hard to believe that a new life was developing there.
"Ling Mo Han, this child... I... I can't keep it..."
If she had truly contracted the plague, and the child grew larger, it would be impossible to abort. Then, the child would be born only to suffer with her.
"Why?" Ling Mo Han asked, struggling to control his rising anger.
"I... I'm worried I've contracted the plague. If I have to take medicine, it will affect the child... Therefore, this child has come at the wrong time..."
Ling Mo Han's expression turned grim. His cold gaze fell upon Feng Jin. He suppressed his voice, which became slightly hoarse, asking, "You're so unwilling to give birth to this child, or... or are you still thinking of leaving me... and divorcing me?"
Feng Jin was about to collapse. How did this topic come up again? She was clearly worried about affecting the child in her womb, yet in Ling Mo Han's ears, it sounded like she didn't want the child and wanted a divorce. What was all this about?
"That's not what I meant. I'm just worried it will affect the child. Taking medicine during pregnancy can cause congenital deformities or illnesses in the fetus. I'm thinking of the child."
Feng Jin tried her best to explain to Ling Mo Han using medical terms. However, she forgot that Ling Mo Han was an ancient person through and through. He simply couldn't understand what she was saying. He only felt that Feng Jin was saying this because she didn't want to have the child.
"You're dreaming if you think you can abort my child. From now on, you are not allowed to leave this room!"
"I need to attend to the patients..."
"Enough! You're willing to care for those unrelated people, yet you cruelly want to abort our child. Feng Jin, you don't want this child, or you want to leave me? You're afraid that after giving birth to this child, it will tie you down and prevent you from leaving!"
What kind of bizarre logic was this? She had explained it so clearly, but he still didn't understand. How was Ling Mo Han's brain structured?
"I'm not..."
"From today onwards, you will stay in this room and rest assuredly for your pregnancy."
Ling Mo Han didn't want to hear Feng Jin's explanations anymore. His mind was made up. He would not let Feng Jin leave this room until the child was born.
"You are imprisoning me! Ling Mo Han, this is illegal. Do you believe me if I report you?"
Ling Mo Han let out a cold laugh. His thin lips spoke emotionlessly, "As you wish. Let's see if you can even leave this room first!"
With that, Ling Mo Han turned and left decisively.
Feng Jin was left alone in the spacious room, fuming so much her lungs ached.
As Feng Jin got up and opened the door, she was stopped by soldiers outside.
"Young General's orders: Madam is not allowed to leave the room. Please return, Madam."
Feng Jin felt a sharp pain in her liver, heart, lungs, and kidneys from anger. Damn Ling Mo Han, he was truly something, actually imprisoning her here. He was really something.
...
Ling Mo Han drank wine, glass after glass. Feng Jin's words kept replaying in his mind. He squeezed the wine glass tightly, and the black pottery cup shattered into pieces. Fragments mixed with red blood and fell to the ground.
"Ling Mo Han, what are you doing? Where's Feng Jin?"
Gu Bei Chen rushed into the room, his eyes immediately questioning Ling Mo Han about Feng Jin's whereabouts.
So many critically ill patients were waiting for treatment, yet Feng Jin had disappeared, and Ling Mo Han was here drinking alone.
This was treating the lives of tens of thousands of people as a game. What were these two up to?
Ling Mo Han flicked his eyelids to glance at Gu Bei Chen but didn't respond, continuing to drink from the wine pot.
Gu Bei Chen couldn't stand it anymore. He stepped forward and snatched the wine pot.
"The plagueridden people outside are dying, and you still have the heart to drink here? Tell me where Feng Jin is! Only she can save these people now!"
He fiercely grabbed Ling Mo Han's collar and questioned him furiously. He had searched the entire Ying Zhong Commandery and couldn't find Feng Jin. Only Ling Mo Han knew where she was.
Ling Mo Han let out a cold laugh, laced with mockery. "You won't see her again in the future..."
Gu Bei Chen's eyebrows twitched. "What do you mean?"
Ling Mo Han just chuckled and said nothing, snatching the wine pot back from Gu Bei Chen and drinking from it.
"You'll drink yourself to death sooner or later!"
Seeing him in this state, Gu Bei Chen knew he wouldn't get any answers. The situation was urgent, and he had no choice but to continue a thorough search.
Gu Bei Chen searched the entire Ying Zhong Commandery but still couldn't find Feng Jin's whereabouts. It was only when Lu Shi reminded him that he identified a courtyard.
When Gu Bei Chen arrived with his men, the courtyard gate was locked, and soldiers were guarding the surroundings.