Good Ending: She Swears She Will Not Let Him Die!

In Mrs. Chen’s courtyard, a maid came in to deliver a message, saying that the Imperial Physician had been invited back.

Feeling a weight lifted, Mrs. Chen let out a long sigh of relief.

If Old Master Zhen recovers, everyone would naturally be happy. If even the Imperial Physician says he has no chance, perhaps Zhen Zishan could also accept it and stop going out every day to seek doctors, right?

Zhen Wenting raised her head while sipping tea and said, "Did Uncle manage to invite the Imperial Physician? Is he really someone who thinks highly of himself?"

The maid shook her head repeatedly and said, "It wasn’t the uncle who invited him; it was the Heir of Duke Dingyuan, who is our cousin’s fiancé. The Imperial Physician himself has suffered misfortunes."

Zhen Wenting widened her eyes and looked at Mrs. Chen.

Mrs. Chen frowned and asked, "Really?"

"I wouldn’t dare to speak recklessly. Both legs of the Imperial Physician are useless; he was carried into the mansion, and many people saw it," the maid explained halfway, realizing that Mrs. Chen wasn’t asking about that, and quickly added, "The Heir just went to Yanxi Hall to pay respects to the Old Madam."

Since he had gone to Yanxi Hall, it must be true.

Mrs. Chen asked again, "Is the Heir still at Yanxi Hall?"

The maid shook her head, "He went back to the front courtyard, accompanied by Uncle, the Second Master, and the young cousin to talk."

"And Qian?" Hearing that Zhen Wenyuan was present, Mrs. Chen became tense, "Did Qian not accompany them? Go find Qian and let him go too."

The maid agreed verbally and turned to leave.

Zhen Wenting stood up, took a couple of steps, and said, "Mom, don’t go find brother, let’s stay calm and peaceful."

This maid had also gone to Qinglian Temple last year, but she was there to fetch spring water with the masters and was completely stunned when she returned to see the scene in the guest room.

Upon hearing Zhen Wenting emphasize being calm and peaceful, the maid understood immediately, nodded vigorously, and trotted off.

Mrs. Chen looked at her daughter with a pale face, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"You say I’m talking nonsense?" Zhen Wenting turned and pointed her slender finger at her own nose, looking incredulous, "Aren’t you just afraid that if Second Brother becomes familiar with the Heir and gains the support of the Langya Wang Family, the main house will be overshadowed in the future? You don’t want Second Brother to rise to prominence, yet you send Brother there. Are you sending him to accompany or to cause trouble?"

A fierce gleam flashed in Mrs. Chen’s eyes.

Zhen Wenting continued, "The Heir is from the Capital, certainly shrewd. If Brother’s words reveal anything suspicious and last year’s situation is brought up, aren’t you afraid of embarrassing our mansion?

Moreover, if Yunluo and the Heir fall out over this and word spreads back to the Capital, won’t Aunt be humiliated in her husband’s family, and won’t Grandfather and Grandmother hate you for it!

With both the Du Family and the Marquis Mansion, it’s not about whether you want to climb the social ladder or can, but rather that we, the main house, don’t have the face to aspire.

If you ask me, you should just focus on recuperating, lying down all day, and don’t complain about Aunt taking over the household authority."

Zhen Wenting spoke rapidly, like pouring beans, and Mrs. Chen, who tried several times to interrupt, ended up coughing uncontrollably in frustration.

Taking the water handed over by Zhen Wenting, Mrs. Chen took a sip and finally caught her breath, "Why did I have you two debt collectors!"

At Yanxi Hall, they finally awaited the arrival of Imperial Doctor Xing.

He knew his legs could not be saved and therefore sat in a wheelchair.

Du Yunluo felt a sense of melancholy seeing Zhen Zishan pushing Imperial Doctor Xing’s wheelchair.

People of the time didn’t like wheelchairs, sitting in one equated to admitting one was crippled. Like Old Master Du, he preferred to limp with a cane or take a soft sedan chair for long distances, but resolutely refused a wheelchair.

At this moment, Imperial Doctor Xing was much more spirited than in the village, but still gaunt and sunken-eyed, appearing somewhat frightening.

Zhen Zishan and Zhen Zimun accompanied him into the inner room, while the others awaited news outside.

Waiting is the most anxious, no one spoke, only exchanging comforting glances.

Beside the stepped bed, Imperial Doctor Xing examined carefully, though he strained himself, his body too frail, his hands trembling while taking the pulse.

Old Master Zhen was conscious; upon hearing that it was an invited Imperial Physician, he made guttural sounds, his eyes moist.

Imperial Doctor Xing pressed on Old Master Zhen’s hands and legs, and after a thorough examination, he was exhausted, slumping into his wheelchair.

Zhen Zishan and Zhen Zimun exchanged glances, both desperate to know Imperial Doctor Xing’s diagnosis, yet fearing a bad prognosis that Old Master Zhen couldn’t bear.

Zhen Zishan clutched the wheelchair’s backrest, "I’ll take you out."

Having been a doctor all his life, Imperial Doctor Xing had seen all sorts of families; he laughed and assured Old Master Zhen, "Old Brother, rest assured, you won’t die. Someone like me can live a few more years, you won’t be worse off."

Old Master Zhen’s cloudy eyes filled with tears; he wouldn’t die, he could live!

Zhen Zishan was also moved to tears, while Zhen Zimun wept as he wiped Old Master Zhen’s face.

Zhen Zishan wheeled Imperial Doctor Xing back to the parlor.

Seeing his red eyes and tear-streaked face, everyone’s hearts were in their throats. Mrs. Zhen instinctively squeezed Du Yunluo’s hand, causing her pain, but she didn’t struggle.

Imperial Doctor Xing said, "Though it is paralysis, he isn’t beyond saving, in my opinion, Old Brother’s mind is still clear and can understand speech.

Saving his life is not difficult, but whether he can speak again, sit, walk, eat, drink, or relieve himself, I can only do my best; the rest is fate.

Caring for the paralyzed is arduous, not a matter of months, but years. I know the Zhen Family has the wealth and manpower, lacking neither hands nor medicine, but I must warn you, think it through."

Zhen Zishan quickly responded, "We’ve thought it through; as long as Father lives."

Zhen Zimun emerged from the inner room, adding, "We all understand."

"A son is a son," murmured Imperial Doctor Xing.

The voice was clear, and Mrs. Wang, who was nearby, heard it. Knowing Imperial Doctor Xing’s plight, she hastened to assure him, "Rest assured, we’ll all serve our father-in-law diligently for life."

Imperial Doctor Xing glanced at Mrs. Wang, seeing her frank demeanor, and sighed inwardly.

This was truly someone else’s daughter-in-law!

Unlike his own wretched wife, who seemingly wished for his death!

To conserve energy, Imperial Doctor Xing dictated the prescription and asked Zhen Zishan to find a doctor skilled in acupuncture.

Zhen Zishan was puzzled.

Imperial Doctor Xing chuckled bitterly, "With my current condition, my hands shake even when taking a pulse, how can I wield needles? Just find someone who knows acupoint recognition and steady hands; I’ll teach them acupuncture."

Zhen Zishan promptly agreed.

In the front yard, Mu Lianxiao and the others were relieved upon hearing Imperial Doctor Xing’s diagnosis.

Imperial Doctor Xing and Ning stayed in the Zhen Mansion, while Mu Lianxiao, unable to remain overnight, returned to the inn.

That night, everyone in the Zhen Mansion finally had a good night’s sleep.

Except for Zhen Wenqian.