The flattering smile on the face of Mr. Hu, who was about forty years old, never left, and took An Jingyu and Yan Huan all the way to an independent courtyard, covering an area of more than 100 square meters, a main house and two wings, surrounded by flowers and trees, with a two-meter-high fence.

It is the newest and best built house in this house, and it is a little better than the house on Lan Yue's side.

Red Lotus looks at and values the newcomer, he naturally has to be polite and respectful, in case he really ascends to the throne of the Oiran Contest, there is no harm to him, only good.

An Jingyu's head injury is still very uncomfortable, so she entered the room and sat directly on the Luohan table in the hall and lay on the kang table, closing her eyes and resting.

Yan Huan didn't dare to disturb her when she saw that she was uncomfortable, so she gently went to pack up the items sent by Manager Hu, including a few pieces of gold and silver jewelry and some velvet silk flowers, ready-made dresses, shoes and socks, and a few brightly colored fabrics, as well as fresh ordinary fruits and pastries.

He had just put some valuables into the boudoir, and the little maid who was in charge of cleaning brought Zhu Li, a male doctor who had been in the Red Mansion for many years.

"Trouble Dr. Zhu to come here, please drink tea."

Yan Huan moved out of the stool and let Dr. Zhu sit down first, he had to go into the little master's boudoir to report, mainly to wake her up, just cleaned up the bed, spread a clean and warm quilt, wanted to call her to go to bed to rest but saw that she was sleeping, so he had to carry her to bed, fortunately he was thin but often did heavy work, and had the strength of his body.

"Little Lord wake up...... The doctor is here......"

An Jingyu was woken up and wanted to lose her temper, but when she saw that it was Yan Huan, she immediately stopped breathing. "Dear Xiao Yanhuan, my head hurts...... Can't get up......"

She really had a very painful head, nausea and wanted to vomit, and it was estimated that she hit the wall and had a concussion.

Yan Huan saw that her face was pale and very uncomfortable, so she immediately ran out and called Dr. Zhu. Frightened, Dr. Zhu didn't dare to delay, rushed in with a medicine box, saw that the woman's face on the bed was pale and something was wrong, and realized the seriousness of the matter, but he was instructed by Honglian to heal her as soon as possible.

Diagnose the pulse, check the wound, quickly solve the problem, take out the silver needle to prick her forehead, write down two more prescriptions, and give one to Yan Huan: "You go to the clinic and get a decoction order for my apprentice, and ask him to decoction quickly." ”

Realizing that An Jingyu was in danger at the moment, Yan Huan was so anxious that she shed tears, she couldn't speak, she could only look at the figure on the bed sadly, and ran away helplessly with the prescription.

Doctor Zhu didn't have much certainty, in the past, there were people like An Jingyu who resisted against the wall, and he applied herbal powder that could stop bleeding lightly, and he was cured by eating a few pairs of decoctions, like she hit so badly at that time, the blood flowed all over the ground, and it took several bottles of hemostatic medicine to barely stop, and he was not optimistic that she would survive at that time.

She used a burned silver needle to pick up the blackened blood clot in her wound, then disinfected the wound with high-purity burning knife liquor, and finally stitched her wound three times with sheep intestines, disinfected it with liquor again, and smeared it with his family's ancestral ointment to ensure that there was no scar.

Doctor Zhu, who had just finished it, sat on a stool in the hall drinking tea and resting, Yan Huan hurried back, didn't look at him, and only rushed into the boudoir to see An Jingyu.

"In these years, the world is declining, and I have forgotten my righteousness." Dr. Zhu jokingly shook his head, and then threw out a box of ancestral scar removal and muscle building ointment in distress.

"You have to ask Honglian to reimburse me for this ointment, this is my family's ancestral ointment, I only have three boxes a year, and I can only wait for next year when I run out."

The ointment formula for removing scars and muscles is very precious and rare, not to mention the snow lotus of the mountain and the dendrobium that grows on the cliff, it is said that the Chinese horseshoe crab in the sea is difficult to find, and it can only be caught by waiting for it to enter the river every year and take its blue blood to make medicine.

"You only have those herbs of yours in your eyes, as long as you save my little master, why should you worry about glory and wealth."

Seeing An Jingyu's face improve and her breathing was steady, Yan Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and took three golden hairpins in a wooden box on a dresser and brought them to Dr. Zhu.

It's not that Zhu Li is a greedy person, but he wants to thank him for doing his best to save his little master, the situation just now was too critical, and he prayed countless times along the way to let God bless her to live.

"The danger has not completely left, I will stay here today to observe, you quickly tell Aunt Honglian about this matter." Dr. Zhu accepted Yanhuan's thank you gift and continued to drink tea and rest.

Yan Huan was reluctant to look at the people in the boudoir, and if she didn't want to go, she had to go out again, and when she came back, she also brought Aunt Honglian and Manager Hu, and happened to meet the apprentice who came to deliver medicine to Dr. Zhu.

Doctor Zhu went out to talk to Manager Honglian Hu, Yan Huan went in with the decoction to feed An Jingyu, seeing that her face was more ruddy, he was relieved, hoping that the result of their conversation would be better, and don't abandon her as a pawn.

After a whole day of care from a few people, An Jingyu gradually turned from dangerous to safe, and her condition was getting better and better, but she was very sleepy every day, except for being awake for a while when eating and taking medicine, almost all other times were used to sleep, if it weren't for her ruddy face, Yan Huan doubted whether she was still alive.

Honglian instructed the big kitchen to send tonic soup every day, and eat three meals a day. An Jingyu's figure quickly plumped up, she was implicated by her parents and squatted in prison for a month, she was originally 100 pounds and couldn't get used to eating bad meals in prison, so she lost more than ten pounds, but now she is a lot plump, making her nearly 1.7 meters taller and better.

An Jingyu, who had slept for ten days, woke up in the afternoon, and the first thing she did was to take a shower and wash her hair, because of the wound on her head, and the drowsiness all day, she only wiped her body three times with warm water in the past ten days, and if she didn't take a bath, she would soon become a salted fish!

Yan Huan carried a bucket of hot water and a bucket of cold water into the ear room, and heard An Jingyu washing her hair inside, and was still talking to herself about what was about to become a salted fish, so he didn't think she smelled, anyway, it was fragrant, and others told him that girls would have a milky fragrance or a girl's exclusive fragrance.

"The hair is too long, you can comb it for me." She used to have her hair up to her shoulders for easy washing, but now her hair is halfway up to her waist, and she can be the Rapunzel Lannie in fairy tales.

She wanted to strangle Yan Huan with this hair now, and it was not enough to ask him to cut it short for her. This can't be done, she has to listen to him anyway, he's like her little master.

An Jingyu snorted twice, indicating that she was angry, and smashed the peach wood comb in Yan Huan's hand and turned her back to him. Knowing that she was in a bad mood, he obediently combed her long hair, his movements light and gentle, as if he was taking care of a treasure.

Her hair was black and straight, and she was gently caressed by him.

Wait for him to comb and smooth out, then wipe his hair with a dry towel.

He likes to serve her, even if it is to serve her into the courtesy room, but she wants to do everything herself, which makes him feel very useless.

The hair was seventy percent dry, and he used the hairpin to separate it in two parts, but some broken hair fell out on his forehead, which made her sexy and charming.

The wooden tub was filled with warm water suitable for bathing, and she gently untied her shirt, her white thighs stepped into the tub first, and the water slowly overflowed, surrounding her body and washing away the lead.

She picked up a basket of peach blossoms on the table beside her, and sprinkled them on the water one by one.