Chapter 269: Let Me Take a Look

Inside the room, there was silence.

The young girl lying on the bed covered her face with the quilt, her teeth biting her lip, and she made no further sound.

Luo Zijun's hand, however, remained on her abdomen.

Yuan Shi, carrying tea, arrived at the doorway; seeing this scene, she did not dare to enter.

Another moment passed.

Only then did Luo Zijun withdraw his hand from under the quilt, a look of gravity appearing on his face.

Yuan Shi hurried inside and said, "Young Master Luo, what illness does Wenfang have?"

At this moment, Yang Wenfang also slowly revealed her face from beneath the quilt.

Luo Zijun did not answer immediately; he looked at the young girl on the bed and asked, "Miss Yang, what symptoms do you feel in your body?"

Yang Wenfang looked at him with a flushed face; hearing this, she blinked and said, "I feel... I feel so tired every day, I have no strength, and I don't want to get out of bed..."

Luo Zijun asked, "Do you have... any urge to vomit?"

Yang Wenfang was stunned for a moment. Before she could answer, Yuan Shi, who was to the side, said, "Young Master Luo, during this time, whenever Wenfang sees the food we bring, she wants to vomit and simply cannot eat anything..."

Bai Qingtong, standing to the side, asked in confusion, "That's strange. Wenfang hasn't eaten for several days, so how can she not be hungry at all? Brother-in-law, you just touched her stomach; did you see anything?"

Luo Zijun glanced at the young girl on the bed and shook his head.

Yuan Shi sighed, her eyes reddening as she said, "Is it possible that Wenfang's illness truly cannot be cured?"

At this time, Luo Zijun suddenly said, "Aunt Lan, let us go outside to talk."

Yuan Shi was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly set down the tea in her hands and followed him out of the room.

Luo Zijun arrived at the corridor, looked around, and then asked, "How many days has Miss Yang not gotten out of bed or left the room?"

Yuan Shi thought for a moment and said, "At least seven or eight days."

Luo Zijun asked again, "How many days has she not eaten?"

Yuan Shi said, "At least seven days."

Luo Zijun said, "Has she not even drunk water?"

Yuan Shi nodded, wiped away her tears, and said, "The other doctors all told me to prepare for her funeral..."

Luo Zijun asked again, "During this time, has she bathed?"

Yuan Shi shook her head: "I originally wanted to help her wipe her body, but she was unwilling."

Luo Zijun's gaze turned toward the water well in the corner of the courtyard; he paused, then lifted his feet and walked over.

He arrived at the edge of the well, looked around, and then peered into the well.

Bai Qingtong also followed over and asked in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, what did you see?"

Luo Zijun did not answer; he turned around, looked at Yuan Shi, and said, "Aunt Lan, I can cure your daughter's illness, but..."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Shi was immediately full of surprise: "Young Master Luo, you can really cure it? But what? Please speak freely, Young Master Luo."

Luo Zijun glanced at the room's window and said, "I need to lift the quilt and look at her body—I must see her entire body. Also, I want to stay here tonight, but she cannot know. Qingtong can stay here with me, but no one else from the manor can be here."

"This..."

Yuan Shi hesitated upon hearing this.

At this moment, a maid entered and reported, "Madam, the Master has returned."

Yuan Shi heard this and hurriedly said, "Young Master Luo, please wait a moment. I will go tell the Master and let him decide."

Having said this, she left in a hurry.

Seeing that only the two of them were left in the small courtyard, Bai Qingtong hurriedly asked in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, what exactly did you see?"

Luo Zijun walked up to the well, squatted down, extended a finger, and pointed at a patch of soil nearby, saying, "Look, here."

Bai Qingtong hurriedly walked over, squatted down with him, and stared at the spot he pointed to, but she did not see anything. She asked in confusion, "Brother-in-law, what is wrong with this?"

Luo Zijun said, "The color of this soil is somewhat dark red, different from the other places."

Bai Qingtong widened her eyes, looked carefully again, and said, "It does seem a bit different. Brother-in-law, what is this?"

"Blood."

Luo Zijun's gaze turned to her.

"Blood?"

Bai Qingtong was stunned, her face full of bewilderment.

Luo Zijun looked at the well, twitched his nose, and said, "You might not be able to smell it, but in this well, there is a faint scent of blood floating. It is on the ground here, too. Clearly, today or last night, someone washed something here."

Bai Qingtong remained full of confusion: "Washed what?"

Luo Zijun did not answer; he stood up and looked toward the gate of the small courtyard.

Footsteps approached.

Yuan Shi and a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe walked into the small courtyard.

The middle-aged man was thin and tall, and his features were quite similar to those of the young Miss Yang; he was clearly her father, Yang Zhen.

"Master, this is Young Master Luo, and this is Qingtong."

Yuan Shi hurriedly introduced them.

Bai Qingtong stepped forward and bowed: "Uncle Yang."

Yang Zhen smiled broadly, looked Bai Qingtong over, and laughed, "I didn't expect that after a few years, Qingtong has grown so tall; you are already an adult."

He then looked at the graceful youth in a Confucian robe behind her, a look of obvious surprise appearing in his eyes—he seemed not to have expected him to be so young—and he hurriedly cupped his hands: "I have troubled you, Young Master Luo."

Luo Zijun also cupped his hands in a bow and, using the same form of address as his sister-in-law, said, "Uncle Yang."

The two parties finished their pleasantries.

Yang Zhen glanced toward the room, sighed, and said, "My wife has already told me. Since Young Master Luo is a doctor, we naturally trust you. Whatever you need to do, just do it. No matter the outcome, we will not blame you, Young Master Luo."

He then smiled bitterly: "To tell you the truth, we have invited many doctors these past few days. I even went to beg others to invite an imperial physician from the palace, but... alas, those doctors all told us to prepare for Wenfang's funeral."

Luo Zijun did not dare to make big promises in advance, only saying: "I will stay here for the night, and there should be a result by tomorrow morning."

Yang Zhen nodded and said: "Then I will trouble you, Young Master Luo. If you need anything, just give the order."

Luo Zijun said: "From tonight until dawn tomorrow, I must ask Uncle Yang, Aunt Lan, and the servants in the manor not to approach this small courtyard. No matter what sounds you hear at night, do not come out of your respective rooms."

Yang Zhen's expression turned stern, and he said: "Very well."

Yuan Shi still looked a bit hesitant.

Luo Zijun pondered for a moment and said: "Uncle Yang, Aunt Lan, how about this: you come to the room with me now, and we will look at Yang Fang'er's body together."

Yuan Shi was stunned and looked at her husband.

A trace of doubt appeared on Yang Zhen's face, but he did not say much, nodding: "Let's go, let's go take a look together."

The four of them entered the room together.

Luo Zijun closed the door, walked over to pick up the oil lamp, and said: "Are there any more oil lamps or candles?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Shi immediately went to the table, took two more candles, and lit them.

The room suddenly became much brighter.

Luo Zijun carried the oil lamp to the bedside, looked at the young girl on the bed, and said: "Yang Fang'er, we need to take a look at your body."

Yang Wenfang was startled upon hearing this, then her face flushed red, and she said with a trembling voice: "I... I am not wearing any clothes..."

Yang Zhen walked over and said gently: "Fang'er, Young Master Luo is a doctor, there is no need to be concerned about anything."

Yang Wenfang did not speak again, slowly closing her eyes, her body trembling slightly.

Luo Zijun did not hesitate; he gently lifted the middle of the quilt, moved the oil lamp in his hand over, and the girl's snow-white abdomen immediately appeared before his eyes.

That abdomen was flat, the skin snow-tender, and it had quite a luster under the illumination of the lamp.

Nothing unusual could be seen.

Yang Zhen and his wife took a look, but they could not see anything, their faces showing expressions of doubt.

Bai Qingtong was also full of confusion.

At this moment, Luo Zijun extended a finger and placed it gently on the position of the girl's navel.

"Ah..."

As soon as his finger made contact, the girl on the bed trembled, let out a cry of surprise, and hurriedly covered her face with the quilt in shyness.

Soul Power surged within Luo Zijun's body, and he rubbed slowly over the navel.

Yang Zhen and his wife stared intently, but still did not discover anything unusual.

A look of suspicion began to appear on Yuan Shi's face, and her gaze toward the young man before her began to look a bit off.

However, at this very moment, Yang Wenfang suddenly trembled, her lower abdomen tightened, and she cried out: "It hurts..."

At this time, Bai Qingtong suddenly pointed at the position of her navel and said in surprise: "Look, that is..."

Yang Zhen and his wife hurriedly leaned in to look.

Around the position of Yang Wenfang's navel, a black circle had unexpectedly appeared; those black things looked as if they were gathered from tiny worms, and they were actually twisting and writhing, then circling the navel in the middle, constantly swimming about.

"This is..."

The expressions of Yang Zhen and his wife immediately turned ugly.

Luo Zijun withdrew his finger and said: "There should be some on Yang Fang'er's chest or other places as well. I am not too sure what these things are, but I know how to remove them. If they are not removed as soon as possible, Yang Fang'er's internal organs and her entire body might be devoured."

Once these words were spoken, Yuan Shi hurriedly said with a sobbing tone: "Young Master Luo, I beg you, you must save my daughter."

Luo Zijun glanced outside the window.

The sun had already set, and the night had already descended.

Seeing this, Yang Zhen immediately said: "Wife, let us leave first; do not disturb Young Master Luo while he treats Fang'er."

Yuan Shi no longer had any doubts; wiping away her tears, she left with him.

In the room, it suddenly became quiet.

Yang Wenfang on the bed had already slowly opened her eyes and asked shyly: "Young Master Luo, I... what illness do I have?"

Luo Zijun comforted her softly: "It is nothing, you will be fine after sleeping tonight."

Yang Wenfang stared at his handsome face, and with a blushing face, she said: "Re... really?"

Luo Zijun nodded, his gaze suddenly looking at her hand exposed from the quilt.

He moved the oil lamp in his hand over, then took her slender, soft hand and observed it carefully under the lamplight.

Yang Wenfang widened her eyes, her cheeks reddening further, biting her lip, her face full of shyness.

"Um... Yang Fang'er, may I look at your feet?"

Once these words were spoken, not only was Yang Wenfang stunned, but Bai Qingtong nearby was also taken aback, then she wore an expression full of suspicion, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something, but she held it back.

"It is fine, it does not matter if you are unwilling."

Luo Zijun comforted her.

Yang Wenfang lowered her eyelashes, her pearly teeth gently biting her lip, and she said shyly: "I... I am willing..."

As she spoke, the quilt at the other end moved slightly, and a small, snow-white foot without a silk sock was revealed.

Luo Zijun's gaze looked over.

Seeming to feel that he could not see clearly, he stood up and came closer, moved the oil lamp in his hand over, observed carefully for a while, then extended his hand, gently grasped it, and two fingers kept stroking the sole of her foot.

Yang Wenfang was so shy that she covered her face with the quilt.

At this moment, Luo Zijun said again: "Yang Fang'er, stretch out the other one as well, let me look... let me touch it."

Bai Qingtong on the side: "..."

(End of this chapter)