"If Father does not listen to A'yao, then this son will also have to offend you."
"You..." Feng Hai was speechless for a moment. His children had grown up, and their wings had indeed hardened, even threatening their own father.
If not for the tense situation, he would have given Feng Er a good thrashing with a cane. Huffing, he turned and left.
Feng Jinlin didn't say much more to Yin Canwen, only patting his shoulder, "Everything is entrusted to you."
"Don't worry."
Turning, he carried Feng Jinxu away.
Yin Canwen took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Inside, it was not as terrifying as he had imagined.
Doctor Zhang was preparing medicine, Feng Yunhe was sleeping on the bed, and beside him sat Feng Jinyao, who was wiping the sweat from his forehead with warm water. She looked like a celestial maiden descending to earth, her radiance captivating.
He immediately stepped forward and said to Feng Jinyao, "Third Miss, you should leave quickly. I will handle things here."
With that, he took the handkerchief from her hand and urged Feng Jinyao to leave. Feng Jinyao smiled helplessly and pointed in the direction of Doctor Zhang. As expected, the old man said sinisterly,
"The young man is arrogant. She has been in contact with the young master for so long and cannot leave now. You are quite capable of making arrangements. Or, will you treat this illness?" With that, he spread his hands and pushed the medicine he was preparing towards Yin Canwen, as if to say, "If you can, you do it."
Yin Canwen blushed deeply.
He had been staying in the academy and had little contact with the outside world, so he was unaware of Doctor Zhang's temper. He bowed to him.
"I hope the esteemed doctor will forgive my rudeness."
Hmph, after hearing this, Doctor Zhang's anger subsided somewhat, and he continued to ponder the medicine.
Feng Jinyao smiled apologetically. She didn't understand why the old man had two faces. He was relatively gentle with her, but he seemed to be on the verge of exploding with others, as if he had eaten gunpowder.
"Young Master Yin, please rest assured. My health has always been good, and I believe Doctor Zhang can develop a cure for Yunhe."
Although this was a bit boastful, Doctor Zhang found it pleasing to hear, and he happily continued his work.
Feng Jinyao's certainty was not solely due to his reputation as a divine doctor.
In her previous life, he had even managed to cure her second brother's leg, which had been broken for several years. This smallpox should also have a chance of being cured.
With this confidence, she was no longer afraid.
After that, Yunhe was kept asleep by medication, and was only fed warm water every half an hour. Seeing his small face thin considerably in just a few days, Feng Jinyao felt heartbroken.
Both of them had taken the medicine given by Doctor Zhang, so they did not wear masks and did not appear to be infected for the time being.
However, soon, Yunhe's throat and armpits began to swell. Doctor Zhang took a look and declared, "The illness is about to break out."
Feng Jinyao's expression was more serious than ever. She stared at Yunhe, unwilling to look away.
In her previous life, she had no children. She didn't know if it was due to a lack of fate with Wen Mengsheng or a physical reason. But in this life, every moment spent with Yunhe had made her deeply attached to this child. Seeing him suffer like this, how could she be at ease?
Yin Canwen saw her thoughts. He, who was usually talkative, did not know how to comfort her.
"Young Master Yin, do you remember what happened when the illness broke out?"
A little more understanding might help Yunhe reduce some of his pain. Feng Jinyao desperately wanted to know.
Yin Canwen remembered that period of his life very clearly. If Feng Jinyao had not asked, he would probably not have wanted to think about it again.
"I remember, but it was not pleasant. At first, I felt feverish and weak. Although I was lying in bed, I felt as tired as if I had been working in the fields. My mother invited a doctor to see me. The doctor didn't say much and just left a prescription. Unfortunately, after taking the medicine for only a few days, I started to develop a rash. Within two or three days, my whole body was covered in blisters filled with fluid. If I wasn't careful, the skin would break, scar, and itch terribly. My mother was afraid I would scratch myself, so she constantly applied medicine to me. The medicine felt cool at first, but after a while, the rash became hot and itchy again."
Yin Canwen recalled as he spoke. It was the event he least wanted to remember. If possible, he would never want to recall it. But since Feng Jinyao wanted to know, even for the sake of her nephew, he was willing.
"I was almost ten years old then. Many people said I wouldn't survive and feared I would infect the villagers. They even lit fires in front of our house to try and burn me to death. Later, my parents had to take me to a cave in the deep mountains and forests. After more than half a month, the illness slowly subsided. Fortunately, there were no scars on my face, but my arms were so itchy that I scratched them and broke the skin in a few places. The marks are still there today."
He then lifted his sleeve to show Feng Jinyao. Indeed, there were faint marks, and her brows furrowed even deeper.
"Do you remember what that medicine was?"
Doctor Zhang was here, and perhaps he had a way to prepare it, which would alleviate some of Yunhe's pain.
Unfortunately, Yin Canwen shook his head. "That medicine was made from crushing a type of grass from the mountain behind our village. It only grows locally."
He sighed and looked at Yunhe with an even more somber expression.
"What are you afraid of? After he takes this pill, he'll feel like he's had a dream. When he wakes up, the illness might be almost cured. Feng girl, don't worry about these things."
After a few days of interaction, Doctor Zhang had already taken to calling Feng Jinyao "Feng girl." While it might be inappropriate on other occasions, it now sounded like a sign of closeness.
"Uncle Shou, I'm afraid that if Yunhe sleeps for such a long time, his body will become too weak. Even if the smallpox is cured, it will be useless."
A few days ago, she could still feed him water, but now, she couldn't even get water into him.
"It's fine. This medicine is refined from many precious medicinal ingredients. Sleeping for half a month is not a problem. Once his rash has subsided, it will be fine to feed him porridge. "
Doctor Zhang said with great confidence.
It was just smallpox. That brat had already gone to the King of Hell, and he had still pulled him back. He was very confident in his medical skills.
Hearing him say this, Feng Jinyao no longer doubted him and focused on grinding the medicinal powder. This black as the bottom of a pot medicinal powder was for when Yunhe's rash appeared, and there could be no mistakes.
Yin Canwen, who was sorting the medicinal herbs nearby, was also very focused, showing no signs of impatience. His well-defined fingers picked out the discarded parts of the herbs one by one. He did such a tedious task with seriousness.
If only...
Actually, this boy was not bad. He was someone she could entrust her life to. It was a pity that he came too late. The girl whom his wife had taken a liking to, he dared not push away. If that boy were to remain single for life, he might implicate him!
Tying back some of his messy hair, he carefully studied the prescription again.