Qingbi and Bailu both returned, but they didn't see Mrs. Qiao meeting anyone special. Except for Liang Wanru, no one went there diligently...
Soon the Liu Mansion's servant sent a reply.
An Qien opened the letter and read it. Mrs. Liu agreed to come.
She put the letter away and told Qingbi: "Burn it clean."
Qingbi had become accustomed to burning letters, and Qingbi would burn all the letters that An Qien had read, for fear that they would fall into her hands in the future.
In the afternoon, An Qien went back to her parents' house to tell her that the Hou Mansion was going to hold a recovery banquet for Qiao Jianghong.
Mrs. Jiang said of her old lady: "This is not just looking for trouble. How can someone hold a recovery banquet after more than a year? It's really a waste of time."
An Qien smiled lightly and said nothing.
Suddenly, the mother-in-law came in in a panic and reported: "Madam, it's not good. Mr. Lu is seriously injured. He has been placed in Shanglinyuan."
Jiang was startled and nervously stood up and walked out: "What's going on? How did you get hurt?"
An Qi'en paused while drinking tea and put down the tea cup with a worried look on her face. The Seventeenth Prince was a good friend of her brother and had been of great help to her.
In An Qien's mind, he and An Shi'an are the same, they are both brothers.
She hurriedly followed Jiang to Shanglinyuan.
When they arrived at Shanglinyuan, the servants of the An Mansion had already gone to ask for a doctor. Agui was crying and worried, and was sweating profusely.
Lu Bochu's face was covered in blood, and his body was covered with wounds. The sharp swords made irregular and large gashes on his clothes, crisscrossing each other. The blood stained from the white pajamas inside to the dark coat outside.
He was gasping for breath and lying on the bed in critical condition.
An Qi'en immediately ordered his servants: "Prepare hemp powder and gold sore medicine, prepare charcoal and burn it red, pound it with sugar and bring it over."
Since men and women were not close to each other, she could not treat Lu Bochu personally. She could only stand on the side and let the servants prepare everything first.
Lu Bo was in a daze on the bed, and An Qi'en's image was flickering in his trance-like eyes.
The maid and mother-in-law are busy making a pot of porridge, a basin and a handkerchief are all ready.
The doctor hasn't come yet, and the situation is getting worse the longer it goes on. Fortunately, Anfu has prepared some medicine to stop bleeding and pain.
The Jiang family was in a panic. If something happened to the seventeenth prince in their palace, His Majesty would not be able to bear the blame.
She kept urging the servant: "Why hasn't the doctor come yet? Hurry up!"
An Qien couldn't wait any longer and ordered his servants: "Push the screen over to block it."
Since I can't treat him personally, I can only use this method to avoid suspicion.
Several maids and women immediately moved a large screen to completely block Lu Bochu.
People's lives were at stake, so An Qi'en looked anxious and ordered Agui: "Take off your clothes, apply the wound, and give the hemostatic medicine first."
Agui wiped away his tears, and the servant brought clean water and a handkerchief.
Lu Bochu was still conscious after being seriously injured, but it was difficult to open his eyes. There were too many wounds on his body, and it was so painful that it was difficult for him to breathe.
Agui gave Lu Bochu medicine while shedding tears: "Master, Master, don't scare me. Madam Houfu is here. Don't be afraid. She has a way. I will give you medicine."
It was difficult for Lu Bochu to open his mouth, so Agui insisted on feeding him painkillers and hemostatic drugs.
An Qi'en asked urgently: "Is the sugar powder ready?"
Because of her anxiety, her voice couldn't help but become much louder. She, who had always been very calm, paced back and forth uneasily.
Seeing that her master was so anxious, Qingbi said, "Slave, go and take a look."
Jiang also anxiously wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, thinking in his heart that Amitabha would bless the seventeenth prince in peace.
On the other side of the screen, Agui cried very sadly. With trembling hands, he untied Lu Bochu's clothes and wiped the blood inside.
While wiping, he asked for help on the screen: "Madam, my master is bleeding profusely, there are too many wounds."
An Qi'en was very anxious when he heard that. Jiang's back was covered with sweat and he asked his mother-in-law: "It's taken so long to hire a doctor, why haven't you come yet?"
In fact, soon, it was just because of their inner anxiety that they felt like every second seemed like a year.
Qingbi hurriedly came over with some sugar and asked the boy to pass it in.
An Qi'en told Agui: "Apply the wound to the young master's wound. Apply it quickly without wasting time."
Agui seemed to be holding out a life-saving straw. With a glimmer of hope, he stopped crying and applied sugar powder to Lu Bochu's wound with trembling hands.
This huge heartbreaking pain made Lu Bochu grit his back molars tightly. He once fell into the abyss of pain and then vaguely felt that it was almost over. The recurring pain invaded him.
His forehead was covered in sweat mixed with blood.
Only then did the maid bring Ma Fei Powder, and An Qien asked the servant to give Lu Bochu the Ma Fei Powder.
After taking Ma Fei Powder, Lu Bochu passed out and could no longer feel pain.
At this time, an experienced white-bearded doctor came. Seeing how seriously Lu Bo was injured, most people would have been unable to survive.
The doctor treated Lu Bochu, and An Qien took some first aid measures, saving Lu Bochu's life immediately, so the doctor only needed to continue to help him heal his injuries.
An Qien and Jiang were pacing back and forth outside the screen, waiting anxiously.
At this time, An Shi'an hurriedly came back from outside. He walked directly to Lu Bochu's bed in three steps and two steps.
Lu Bochu's face on the bed had been wiped clean and the wounds on his body had been bandaged, but he was still unconscious.
An Shian was sweating profusely and asked the doctor, "How is he?"
The doctor stood up and carried a dark ancient medicine box on one shoulder. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay. I'll wake up in a while, but the injury is too severe and I have to take care of myself. You're lucky and have a great life. It's so serious." If someone else had been injured by the knife, he would have run out of breath a long time ago, but he was able to survive it, which is already unbearable for ordinary people. This is also thanks to the fact that Madam’s first aid measures were in place and bought me time.”
"Thank you very much, doctor. I beg you to stay in the house for a few more days and treat my dear friend until he recovers from his injuries."
An Shian clasped his fists, was elegant and courteous.
The doctor nodded and agreed: "Okay, I will stay for a few days."
Agui burst into tears and laughed when he heard that his master was fine.
An Shi'an made a gesture of invitation and told the maid: "Take the doctor to rest first."
"Cough cough cough cough..."
Lu Bo woke up for the first time. The doctor looked at him and gave some instructions before going down to rest with the maid.
Lu Bochu felt weak all over, his face was as white as a piece of paper, and there was no color on his lips. He moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but he was so weak that it was difficult to speak.
An Shi'an saw him waking up and said excitedly: "You can rest assured and have a good baby. We can talk about other things after you get better."
When An Qi'en heard this conversation, her heart dropped. She couldn't stay in this room for a long time. After Jiang asked the servant to take good care of Lu Bochu, he took An Qi'en away.
She couldn't sit still in Jiang's place, and she kept wondering in her heart that Lu Bochu was fine, why was he so seriously injured?
Judging from the injuries, they were all pointed by sharp swords, and his body was covered with fresh dirt. It looked like he had been ambushed.
She wanted to know what was going on, so she came back to look for An Shi'an.
