Chapter 403

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Seeing this, Qianqian feared he was forcing himself to hold on because he was worried about the silver, and hurriedly comforted him: "Rest assured, you don't need to spend money. As long as it's confirmed you have no issues, from now on just stay by my side. If I go out, you follow; if I don't go out, you don't need to guard me every single moment."

Upon hearing this, Wangchen merely responded with a sound, and said no more. His silence made his thoughts hard to fathom, but Qianqian didn't press further.

Seeing this, Qianqian instructed: "You go down first." Before her words fell, Wangchen vanished like a ghost in a flash, his speed staggering.

Qianqian watched the direction Wangchen left, thoughtful. She turned and walked out of the study, and at a glance saw Mantou tidying her bedroom.

Although Qianqian didn't often reside in Qianji Yuan, Mantou cleaned her room spotless and in perfect order every day.

Seeing this, a warm current surged in Qianqian's heart, and she called softly: "Mantou."

Hearing Qianqian's call, Mantou hurriedly put down her work, walked quickly to Qianqian, bowed, and asked: "What does the Commandery Princess instruct?"

Qianqian smiled and said: "Go fetch a physician."

Hearing this, Mantou's heart tightened, and she hurriedly asked: "Is the Commandery Princess unwell somewhere?"

Qianqian hurriedly waved her hand: "No, it's the hidden guard who's unwell. Call a physician over to take a look."

Only then did Mantou breathe a sigh of relief, and said: "Your servant will go at once." Finished speaking, she left Qianji Yuan in quick steps to fetch the physician.

Not long after, Mantou led a gray-haired man over slowly. Seeing Qianqian, Mantou immediately bowed respectfully and called out loudly: "Commandery Princess, the physician has been fetched."

Seeing this, the physician also hurriedly stepped forward, bowed to Qianqian, and said: "This commoner pays respects to the Commandery Princess."

Qianqian smiled and waved her hand, saying softly: "Free from ceremony. Go sit over there first, we'll speak slowly about whatever it is." As she spoke, she pointed to the stone table not far away.

Qianqian turned and walked toward the stone table, Mantou and the physician following close behind. Just then, Qianqian suddenly shouted loudly: "Wangchen!"

Before her words fell, a black shadow raced over like lightning, landing steadily before everyone in an instant. This sudden scene frightened the old physician so he nearly fell; fortunately Mantou was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and hurriedly steadied him.

Mantou comforted: "Don't be afraid, this is the Master's hidden guard."

The old physician steadied himself, looked at the agile young man before him, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Hmm, good, good, good, young people really have good legs and feet!"

Qianqian smiled and had Wangchen sit on the stone bench; Wangchen obeyed and did so. Once everyone was seated, Qianqian began to tell the old physician about Wangchen's situation.

"Physician, look at his head here. Before it was said he fell and got a tumble, causing blood stasis in his brain, so he got temporary amnesia. But it's already been three or four months, and he still can't remember anything. What to do?"

Qianqian said with a worried face. The physician finished listening, looked in the direction Qianqian pointed, then said: "Hmm, this old man needs to first use his hand to feel and feel, see the specific situation. If you feel pain, tell me immediately." Hearing this, Wangchen nodded slightly, indicating he understood.

The physician then reached out, carefully feeling over Wangchen's head. As he felt, he asked concernedly: "Does here hurt? How about here?" Wangchen remained silent throughout, only shaking his head to indicate no pain.

Just like that, the physician slowly felt from Wangchen's forehead to the back of his head. At first he only touched lightly, but Wangchen had no reaction. So the physician increased the force slightly, and asked again: "Any sensation here?"

Finally, when the physician's hand touched a certain spot on the back of the head, Wangchen suddenly went "Hmm" and said: "A bit painful." The physician immediately stopped, felt around the area, confirmed nowhere else hurt, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, the physician said to Wangchen: "Extend your hand, I'll take your pulse." Wangchen obediently extended his hand; the old physician placed his fingers on his wrist and began carefully diagnosing the pulse.

At this moment the room was utterly quiet; everyone held their breath, afraid to disturb the physician's diagnosis. After a good while, the physician finally spoke slowly: "As the Commandery Princess said, this Young Master has a patch of what should be blood stasis at the back of his head.

However, it will slowly dissipate on its own, no need for excessive worry. Just recently it's best not to let the head suffer injury again, otherwise consequences are unpredictable. As for other aspects, the Young Master's physical condition is very healthy."

Hearing the physician's words, the large stone in Qianqian's heart finally settled, and she hurriedly asked: "Then does he need to drink some medicine or something?"

The physician told Qianqian with a grave face that the blood stasis was at the back of the head; drinking medicine cannot clear it, it can only rely on the body's own absorption ability to slowly resolve. Hearing this, Qianqian helplessly sighed, and could only accept this fact.

She turned to instruct Mantou: "Mantou, see the physician off." Mantou hurriedly acknowledged, then led the physician away.

After seeing them off, Qianqian's gaze fell on Wangchen. She gazed at Wangchen and said softly: "No major physical issues. You go down."

Wangchen seemed to understand her meaning, nodded slightly, and vanished like a ghost.

Qianqian didn't overly dwell on whether Wangchen could recover his memory; she knew in her heart this wasn't something she could control, better to let nature take its course.

After lunch, Qianqian rested a bit, then fell into deep sleep. When she woke, the sun was already slanting west. She stretched, rose, and went to An Wang's courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard, Qianqian saw An Wangfei chatting happily with Yan Shuang'er. She walked up quickly and said coquettishly to Yan Shuang'er: "Third Elder Sister, you woke up and didn't even call me, just ran over here yourself?"

Yan Shuang'er smiled at the corners of her mouth, teasing: "Saw you sleeping so soundly, why would I call you?"

Qianqian pouted her little mouth, grumbling: "Then I slept too much in the day, at night I won't be able to sleep."

Yan Shuang'er heard this, couldn't help laughing, and laughed scoldingly: "That's other people; you little pig, how could you possibly not sleep?"

Qianqian glared at her fiercely, but didn't reply further, plopped down beside An Wangfei, and asked curiously: "Mother Consort, what are you two chatting about?"

An Wangfei replied: "We two discussed whether the things for the wedding are all bought, and what's still lacking." Qianqian oh-ed, listening to An Wangfei and Yan Shuang'er chat.

And the two's chat topic, as they chatted, ran onto Qianqian.