The next day, the dawn still pierced through the layers of clouds, diligently shedding its light upon the land.
Just as Jun Mohan and Leng Ruoli finished their morning practice, Ye Ying rushed in from outside to report to them.
"Your Highness, Your Consort, this subordinate saw Young Master Leng and Venerable Ming leave the capital before dawn."
"Alas, Big Brother and Ming Jiuxiao didn't want to face the sorrowful scene of reluctance at parting." Leng Ruoli sighed.
"Since that's the case, we don't need to worry about them," Jun Mohan also pursed his lips and said.
"Alright, then let's continue our morning practice!"
With that, Leng Ruoli suddenly raised the long sword in her hand and attacked Jun Mohan.
Jun Mohan reacted swiftly, bending backward sharply. As he retreated, he drew the soft sword at his waist, then raised his hand to quickly ensnare Leng Ruoli's long sword.
Seeing her sword trapped by Jun Mohan's soft sword, Leng Ruoli immediately injected a surge of internal energy into it, and Jun Mohan's soft sword was instantly pushed open.
Following that, the two began to duel with their swords. Leng Ruoli swung her long sword, slashing towards Jun Mohan, her movements swift, fierce, and precise, the wind from her blade whistling sharply.
Seeing this, Jun Mohan forcefully stamped his left foot on the ground, leaped into the air, and soared upwards, landing steadily on a tree in the courtyard.
Subsequently, Leng Ruoli also took to the air, her body as light as a swallow, landing gracefully on the wall opposite Jun Mohan.
This time, Jun Mohan chose to attack proactively. He put away his soft sword, raised both hands, gathered eighty percent of his internal energy, and fiercely struck towards Leng Ruoli's direction.
Leng Ruoli dodged swiftly, and then, she and Jun Mohan engaged in a fierce close-quarters battle. A misty halo gradually formed around them, obscuring their fight from the sight of outsiders, leaving Ye Ying and the other guards and hidden guards dumbfounded. 138 Reading Network.
Good heavens!
Their Prince and Consort's strength was truly monstrous.
Would their Prince and Consort still need them to protect them in the future?
Wuwu…
Wouldn't that mean they were about to be unemployed?
Speaking of the word "unemployed," it was the Consort who had told them what it meant.
Thus, after the Cold King and his Consort dueled for half an hour, they finally stopped and returned to their room, then entered the spatial dimension to shower and change into clean clothes.
After they were both dressed neatly from the spatial dimension, they emerged to have breakfast.
However, as soon as they picked up their chopsticks, they heard Ye Si come to report news to them.
"Your Highness, Your Consort, this subordinate has something to report!" Ye Si said respectfully.
"Speak," Leng Ruoli nodded.
"This subordinate was accompanying Miss Yan Yu out to purchase supplies for the hot pot restaurant when I heard the news of the Lin State Duke's wife's passing," Ye Si said with a calm expression.
"The Lin State Duke's wife is dead? How did she die?" Leng Ruoli asked incredulously upon hearing this.
"Consort, this subordinate specifically went to verify this news. According to the servants at the Lin State Duke's manor, the Lin State Duke's wife passed away from excessive grief and melancholy, unable to accept the death of her daughter," Ye Si truthfully relayed the information he had gathered to the Cold King and his Consort.
"Alright, we know. You may withdraw," Leng Ruoli said indifferently after hearing this.
Ye Si quickly withdrew, leaving the space for their Prince and Consort to dote on each other.
But after Ye Si left, the two quickly finished their breakfast and immediately left the Cold King's manor, getting into their carriage and heading towards Anjitang.
Leng Ruoli and Jun Mohan had no time to concern themselves with the life or death of the Lin State Duke's wife.
Upon arriving at Anjitang, Leng Ruoli rushed to do rounds. She first checked on the man who had injured his leg yesterday, examining the healing progress of his wound, then applying medicine, bandaging it, and starting his IV drip.
As Yan Shan lay on the sickbed, he was filled with gratitude towards his saviour. Last night, he had overheard the conversation between Doctor Chu and the medical staff and learned that the person who saved him yesterday was none other than this peerlessly beautiful, celestial-like Consort Leng Ruoli, who was rumored to be the masked divine physician who had caused a sensation in the capital after performing a C-section on Madam Su at Baicao Hall.
"Consort, I am truly grateful for you treating my leg yesterday," Yan Shan said with a face full of embarrassment.
"Saving lives and helping the injured is my duty as a physician. If you truly wish to thank me, cooperate well with our treatment and don't tarnish the reputation of my Anjitang," Leng Ruoli teased with a smile.
"Consort, I, I will definitely cooperate with your treatment and absolutely will not tarnish your reputation," Yan Shan replied with a serious expression.
Chu Miaoling, standing by, laughed heartily at Yan Shan's flustered words.
"Consort, this Yan Shan had a high fever last night. I administered the antipyretic as you instructed, and his fever quickly subsided." Chu Miaoling reported truthfully to Leng Ruoli.
"Mmm, you did well. His wound is healing very nicely now." Leng Ruoli praised her on the spot.
Subsequently, Leng Ruoli took out a small notebook and a ballpoint pen from her sleeve pocket, then wrote down Yan Shan's condition, medication, and treatment times, and hung the information with a string behind Yan Shan's sickbed.
Chu Miaoling and the others were confused by Leng Ruoli's actions.
"Consort, why are you writing this?" Chu Miaoling asked curiously.
Upon hearing this, Leng Ruoli smiled and replied, "We must cultivate a good habit of recording every examination, medication, or temperature measurement for a patient in a chart or a small notebook. This not only facilitates our diagnosis, treatment, and medication but also allows us to gain experience and lessons, improve our work, enhance the quality of medical care, and it is also valuable data for our learning of medical skills."
"That's right, why didn't we think of doing this? Consort truly thinks of everything." Lu Pearly, at this moment, chimed in with sudden realization.
"It's not too late for everyone to know now!" Leng Ruoli gently flicked Lu Pearly's forehead with her hand and said with a smile to the Anjitang staff.
"Ouch, it hurts! Consort Sister, Pearly is already stupid, and with you flicking my forehead, I'll become even more foolish." Lu Pearly said with feigned pitifulness.
"You are not stupid at all; in fact, you are quite cunning." Leng Ruoli flicked Lu Pearly's forehead again.
Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.
A moment later, Leng Ruoli arrived at the young woman's ward. The old woman was also in the ward accompanying the young woman.
"Consort, you're here?" The old woman slowly stood up and greeted her as Leng Ruoli entered the ward. The young woman on the sickbed was still sleeping with her eyes closed.
"Auntie, how is Sister-in-law today?" Leng Ruoli asked directly. She had heard from Chu Miaoling outside that the young woman had been restless for a while after she had left last night, so she hurried to ask the old woman upon entering.