On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2209 Coughing up blood!

Yan Ruyu took in the woman's changing expression, and the smile on her lips faded slightly: "It's not that I'm unreasonable, but that I won't let you two see each other."

“It’s just that you are currently seriously ill and are carrying germs that cause acute illness,” Yan Ruyu said calmly, her reasoning perfectly sound.

"There are other patients in this ward who are already weak. If you come in, what if you infect them with germs? Wouldn't that harm them?"

The woman could not refute him. She could only bite her lip, her face full of anxiety, but she could not say a word. She could only watch helplessly as Li Sanlang was persuaded to leave by the yamen runners.

Yan Ruyu turned back and handed the medicine bowl to her again, her tone still gentle, but with an undeniable force: "Drink it, this medicine will stabilize your condition."

The woman looked at the dark, bitter medicine in the bowl, the pungent smell filling her nostrils, and her stomach churned.

She knew she shouldn't drink the medicine; who knew what its ingredients were? But given her current situation, she had no choice but to refuse.

She took a deep breath, reached out her slightly trembling hand to take the medicine bowl, pinched her nose, tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The bitter medicine slid down her throat, causing her throat to tighten and her stomach to churn, almost making her vomit on the spot.

"Rest well." Yan Ruyu took the empty bowl and said calmly, "In another hour, I will have someone bring another bowl of medicine. I will also give you acupuncture to stabilize your condition as soon as possible."

"I need to take medicine? And get acupuncture?" The woman looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Yan Ruyu ignored her shock and turned to leave.

The woman slumped against the headboard, her chest heaving violently. She was anxious and afraid, trying to figure out how to escape when suddenly she felt a tightness in her chest and a metallic taste rose in her throat.

She instinctively covered her mouth and coughed violently.

The cough came on suddenly and violently, completely out of control. After coughing a few times, she let go of her hand and looked down, only to see a few drops of dark red blood on her palm.

"Cough, coughing up blood?" The woman's pupils shrank, her face filled with horror.

She was clearly faking illness, so how could she actually cough up blood?

The night in the west courtyard gradually deepened, and the glow of the lanterns was softened by the night breeze. The coughs that had been rising and falling earlier weakened, leaving only the shallow breathing of the patients, occasionally interspersed with the soft sound of the waiter turning over.

The doctors, who had been busy for most of the night, were finally able to take a short rest on a couch in the corner.

The sparks in the charcoal brazier crackled softly, making the aroma of the herbs linger even longer.

The woman leaned against the headboard, the bloodstains on her palms like a brand, making her restless.

She secretly glanced around. The guards on duty leaned against the door frame, their eyelids half-closed, their breathing steady, probably because they had been working for a long time and were a little tired.

The other patients were all asleep, and no one noticed what was happening to her.

Her mind was in turmoil. She wanted to sneak out under the cover of night, but she was also afraid of disturbing others, and even more afraid that her coughing up blood would cause something serious to happen.

Just as I was hesitating, a very faint fragrance suddenly wafted to my nose, crisp and with a strange sweetness.

A thought struck her, and she took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve, uncorked it, and brought the bottle opening to her nose.

Her tense nerves eased slightly, and she was about to lift the thin blanket and get out of bed when she saw a dark figure sneak in silently along the wall.

The man was hunched over, and his footsteps were so light that they were almost inaudible; it was Li Sanlang.

He held a lit incense stick in his hand. The flame was weak, emitting only a faint red glow in the darkness, and the delicate fragrance emanated from it.

Li Sanlang's eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to this side, he first went around to the water bucket in the corner of the yard.

The bucket contained spring water brought by the workers during the day for the patients and those on duty to drink. At this moment, the water was calm, reflecting the faint light of the lanterns.

He quickly pulled a paper packet from his pocket and carefully poured the white powder inside.

The powder dissolves instantly in water, silently dissolving without causing a ripple.

After doing all this, he quickly walked to the woman's bedside, lowered his voice, and said in a somewhat urgent tone, "Quick, come with me! No one is watching us now, so we can get away."

Just as the woman was about to get up, she felt a tightness in her chest again, and that sweet, metallic taste seemed to be rising again. She subconsciously pressed her chest and hesitated to move.

"What's wrong?" Li Sanlang frowned, his eyes showing a mixture of urgency and impatience. "Don't dawdle, it'll be too late if we delay any longer!"

"I...I just coughed up blood." The woman's voice was choked with sobs, her eyes filled with panic and confusion. "I wasn't faking it, I really vomited blood. Have I caught this acute illness too?"

"Coughing up blood?" Li Sanlang's eyes widened suddenly, his anxiety instantly replaced by surprise. He looked at the woman in disbelief. "How could you get sick? We're both perfectly fine. You were just pretending. How could you really have caught it?"

"I don't know either!" The woman's eyes reddened with anxiety, tears welling up in them. "Maybe it's because I've been here too long, and I've really caught it? There are sick people everywhere here, and the air is thick with the smell of medicine..."

Li Sanlang's brows furrowed, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the hem of his clothes, and his expression became serious.

His original purpose for this trip was to take the woman away and tamper with the water source, but he didn't expect that the woman would actually fall ill.

If he were to travel with a patient coughing up blood, it would inevitably arouse suspicion, and if something went wrong along the way, he would also be implicated.

"No, we have to leave right away." He gritted his teeth, his tone leaving no room for argument. "It's too dangerous here. The longer we stay, the more trouble we'll get. Let's leave Youcheng first."

"Leave? But I'm sick!" Tears finally streamed down the woman's pale cheeks. "If I leave here, who will treat my illness? What if I die on the way?"

Seeing her crying and sobbing, Li Sanlang felt an overwhelming sense of impatience, but he had to suppress it.

He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention before softening his tone and coaxing, "Don't worry, there are plenty of doctors who can treat illnesses, you don't necessarily have to be treated here."

"Let's go to Shanghai. They have renowned doctors there, and the facilities are much better than here. They'll definitely be able to cure you there."

"But..." the woman hesitated, her eyes full of uncertainty, "Shanghai is so far away, can my body hold out?"

Li Sanlang's patience was completely exhausted, and his face darkened, but he quickly put on a gentle expression and coaxed in his tone: "How about this, you stay here to get treatment first."

Isn't the princess's medical skill quite excellent? Let her stabilize your condition first, and I'll go and inform her to get the money.

"By the time I get the money back, your illness should be cured. Then I'll come pick you up, and we'll go to Shanghai to live a good life, okay?"