Xiaoru didn't know what Wufu was thinking, and she immediately became angry when she heard that he was rude to Shen Ning.
With a pretty face on her face, she pointed at Wufu angrily and said: "How can you talk to my eldest lady like this! My eldest lady clearly asked your young master to stay in the inn to recuperate, and also gave you five hundred taels of silver to take good care of you. The young master left ten imperial guards to protect him and let him come back after he recovers. It is your young master who wants to pursue you. If you don’t blame your young master, you blame my eldest lady. It makes no sense!”
Wufu's face turned red when he was told that, and he couldn't help but lower his head.
Of course he knew that Shen Ning was not to blame for this matter. It was all because his young master was so worried. He just felt bad when he saw the young master suffering. This is what the so-called loyal protection of the master meant. He could not blame his master and could only vent his resentment on Shen Ning. Concentrating on the head.
Shen Ning was not angry, she just looked at Zhou Zhongkang and sighed softly.
"Come here and I'll take your pulse."
Zhou Zhongkang's face was pale without a trace of blood, and his eyes were all black and blue. He was standing there shaky. It seemed that Wufu was right, he really hadn't slept for two days and two nights.
"I...I'm fine. I'm really fine. Miss Shen doesn't need to check my pulse." Zhou Zhongkang shook his head and tried to calm his breathing.
But his face was really ugly, and everyone could see it.
"Mr. Zhou, Miss Shen's medical skills are very good. She is the apprentice of the number one miracle doctor, and she is ten times better than those quack doctors!" the imperial guards also persuaded.
But Zhou Zhongkang still stood still.
Shen Ning glanced at him: "Xiao Ru, give Xiao Zhou a stool for him to sit on."
"Yes, Miss."
Xiaoru took out an embroidery stool from the carriage and placed it in front of Zhou Zhongkang.
"Mr. Zhou, you'd better sit down, I think you can't stand anymore."
Ever since Zhou Zhongkang blocked Shen Ning's knife, Xiaoru had a great impression of Zhou Zhongkang. She was grateful from the bottom of her heart and wanted to do something for him to repay him.
Zhou Zhongkang finally sat down.
Shen Ning got off the carriage and walked to him.
"Left hand." She said calmly.
Zhou Zhongkang lowered his head and stretched out his hand. Shen Ning placed three fingers on his pulse and frowned slightly.
Xiaoru asked worriedly: "Miss, is Mr. Zhou's illness cured?"
Shen Ning let go of her hand and stared at Zhou Zhongkang: "Did you take the medicine I prescribed for you on time?"
"Cough cough cough!" Zhou Zhongkang began to cough and said nothing.
Wufu said: "He is just in a hurry to get on the road. He doesn't even have time to sleep. He doesn't have time to take medicine. Young Master, Young Master, what's wrong with you? Please drink some water quickly?"
Seeing Zhou Zhongkang coughing non-stop, he hurriedly took a water bag from his horse and fed Zhou Zhongkang a few sips before his coughing subsided.
Shen Ning frowned and said, "Not only are you injured, but you are also tired from traveling all the way, and you have also contracted the wind and cold. Now you can no longer ride a horse, and you can no longer follow us."
She raised her head and looked around, and said thoughtfully: "This is not far from the town ahead. Let's do this. I'll grab some medicine and come back. You lie down in the carriage first, and you're not allowed to move even half a step."
Zhou Zhongkang raised his head and said: "No, no need, Miss Shen, I'm really fine... Ahem! Ahem!"
Before he finished speaking, he coughed loudly again, and his pale face turned a sickly red due to the cough.
Wufu stretched out his hand to touch his forehead and exclaimed: "Ah, sir, your head is so hot!"
Zhou Zhongkang wanted to speak again, but he coughed too much and couldn't say a word.