Chapter 108: Help - Rebirth of the Noble Daughter

 Chapter 108: Help

"If Father doesn't listen to Ah Yao, then this son will offend him too."

"You..." Feng Hai was at a loss for words for a moment. The child had grown up, indeed becoming more independent, even casually threatening his own father.

Helpless in the tense situation, otherwise, Feng Jinlin would need a cane to beat the kid, angrily twisting and walking away.

Feng Jinlin had a lot of words that were different from what Yin Canwen said. He only patted his shoulder. "I'm counting on you for everything."

"Don't worry."

Turning around, he walked away with Feng Jinxu on his back.

Yin Canwen took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He only saw that it wasn't as scary as he had imagined.

Doctor Zhang was preparing medicine, Feng Yunhe was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and beside him was Feng Jinyao, wiping the sweat from his forehead with warm water. She looked like a goddess descending to earth, her radiant appearance making it hard for people to look away.

He immediately stepped forward and said to Feng Jinyao, "Third Miss, please leave quickly. Leave this to me."

After speaking, he took the handkerchief she was holding and urged Feng Jinyao to leave. Feng Jinyao could only smile helplessly and pointed in the direction where Doctor Zhang was. Sure enough, the old man said again in a sinister tone.

"The boy is arrogant. She has been in contact with the young master for so long that she can't leave now. Can you arrange that? Otherwise, are you going to treat this disease?" He spread his hands, pushing the medicine being prepared to Yin Canwen's side, with an appearance that said, "You do it if you can."

Yin Canwen blushed.

He had been staying in the academy before, rarely interacting with the outside world, unaware of Doctor Zhang's temperament, so he bowed to him with a bow.

"I apologize for my rudeness."

Humph, when Doctor Zhang heard this, his anger eased a little, and he continued to ponder over the medicine.

Feng Jinyao smiled apologetically. She didn't know why the old man had two faces. When he was with her, he seemed warm, but he seemed like a powder keg with others, ready to explode at any moment.

"Master Yin, rest assured, I have always been in good health. Moreover, I believe Uncle Shou will definitely be able to develop a cure for Yunhe."

Although somewhat exaggerated, Doctor Zhang felt comfortable hearing this and continued his research with satisfaction.

Feng Jinyao's certainty wasn't just because of his reputation as a physician.

In her previous life, her second brother's leg, which had been broken for several years, had been cured by him. It seemed likely that smallpox could be cured as well.

With this confidence, she wasn't afraid anymore.

Next, Feng Yunhe was controlled by medication and slept soundly without waking up. He was fed warm water uninterruptedly every half an hour. In just a few days, his small face had become thin, causing Feng Jinyao to feel distressed.

Both of them had taken the medicine given by Doctor Zhang, so they hadn't shown any signs of infection.

But soon, Feng Yunhe's throat and armpits began to swell. Doctor Zhang took a look and concluded, "It's about to erupt."

Feng Jinyao's expression was more serious than ever. She stared at Feng Yunhe, unable to move her eyes away.

In her previous life, she had no children and didn't know if it was because she had no fate with Wen Mengsheng or if it was because of her body. However, this life, all the little things she had with Feng Yunhe had caused her to worry about the child a lot. Seeing him suffer like this, how could she be comfortable?

Yin Canwen noticed her thoughts. Although he was usually talkative, he didn't know how to comfort her.

"Do you remember what it was like when you had an outbreak?"

More understanding might help alleviate Feng Yunhe's pain a little. Feng Jinyao was eager to know.

Yin Canwen remembered that memory very deeply. If it weren't for Feng Jinyao's opening, he probably wouldn't want to think about it again.

"I remember, but it wasn't easy. At first, I felt hot and weak. Clearly, people are lying in bed, but they feel as tired as they are doing farm work. My mother invited a doctor to see me. The doctor didn't say much. He left a prescription, but unfortunately, after taking the medicine for a few days, I started to rash all over my body. In three or two days, my whole body was covered with blisters that had water in them. If I was careful, I would break my skin and leave scars, and I would be particularly itchy. My mother was afraid that I would scratch it badly, so she wiped me with medicine from time to time, but the medicine was cool when applied, but soon after, the blisters were hot and itchy."

As he spoke, Yin Canwen remembered the worst thing in his heart. If it were not for Feng Jinyao, he would be reluctant to recall it for the rest of his life, but Feng Jinyao wanted to know. Even for her nephew, he was willing to recall.

"At that time, I was almost ten years old. Some people said that I could not survive, afraid that I would infect the villagers. They also set fire to the door of the house and wanted to burn me to death. Later, my parents had to take me to a cave in the deep mountains and old forests for nearly half a month. This disease slowly improved, fortunately, my face did not leave scars, but only a few arms were particularly itchy. The traces of it are still here."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the sleeve of his shirt and showed it to Feng Jinyao. Indeed, there were some shallow marks, and her brow furrowed deeper.

"Do you still remember that medicine?"

With Doctor Zhang right here, maybe he could concoct something to alleviate Feng Yunhe's pain.

Unfortunately, Yin Canwen shook his head. "That medicine was made from a grass we gather on the mountains behind our village, and it's something only we have locally."

Taking a long sigh, he looked at Feng Yunhe with an increasingly serious expression.

"Don't worry. Once he swallows these pills, it'll be like he's having a dream. When he wakes up, the disease might have mostly healed. Feng Yatou, don't fret over this."

After a few days together, Doctor Zhang had taken to calling Feng Jinyao Feng Yatou naturally. It might have been inappropriate on ordinary days, but now it felt like an even closer bond.

"Uncle Shou, I'm afraid Yunhe can't sleep like this for too long. His body is too weak. Even if the smallpox clears up, it won't help."

The past few days, he could still feed him water. Now he couldn't even feed him water.

"It's okay. I used a lot of precious herbs to refine that medicine. It's fine if he sleeps for half a month. When his rash clears up, we can start giving him porridge."

Doctor Zhang said confidently.

It was just smallpox. That annoying brat had already reported to the King of Hell. If he hadn't been pulled back, he was confident in his medical skills.

After hearing him say that, Feng Jinyao stopped questioning him. She focused on grinding the medicine powder. This pitch-black powder would be needed when Feng Yunhe's rash broke out, and there couldn't be any mistakes.

Yin Canwen, who was sorting out the medicinal materials beside her, was also very focused, showing no signs of impatience. His clearly defined fingers picked out the discarded parts of the medicinal materials bit by bit, doing this tedious task with seriousness.

If it weren't for...

In fact, this kid wasn't bad either. He was someone her could entrust her life to. It was a pity that he was a step late and had been noticed by the old lady of the family. He didn't dare to push her away. When the kid really grew old and died alone, who knew how he would implicate him!

She tied up her slightly messy hair and carefully studied the prescription again.