The Martial Doctor

Dingxian hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to take the Heart Protection Elixir that Lin Miao handed over, placed it in her mouth, and swallowed it directly.

Lin Miao nodded.

Even high monks of Buddhism cannot escape the human instinct for life preservation. If one can live, who wants to die?

Of course, it cannot be narrowly interpreted as mere fear of death. After all, if Dingxian dies, her disciples like Jing Hui and Jingxin will find it even harder to survive, not to mention those captured by the Blood Fiend; with just Jing Hui and Jingxin, fearing they might not have the ability to rescue them.

Even if Dingxian assigned external help, whether this help would step in, and if so, whether it would be with full force to save those people, is uncertain.

This Heart Protection Elixir was developed from a state’s confidential formula, which Lin Miao had come across in the past and based on it, crafted this pill.

Originally, it was made for Xia Yuan’s wife.

It’s for emergency rescue.

But Dingxian’s injury was in the heart meridian, so it could be used at least to protect her heart meridian briefly, buying time for him to administer rescue.

Saving someone is like a race against time.

"How do you feel?"

Dingxian nodded. Earlier she felt as if her heart area was being pierced by "needles," and even her breathing was labored. However, after taking this medicine, she immediately felt much more relaxed.

This Heart Protection Elixir was truly miraculous, so unbelievable, it must be exceptionally costly, possibly even a rare pill.

Dingxian knew its worth. Generally, pills are extremely expensive, such treasures that money alone cannot buy.

"When your disciple returns, I’ll take you to a place for healing." Lin Miao said, "As for Jing Hui, rest assured, I’ll send her a message to join you later."

"Thank you." Dingxian expressed her gratitude deeply.

"Can you walk now?"

Dingxian tried to circulate her inner breath, turned pale, and shook her head. Without being able to mobilize her inner breath, she couldn’t use her Lightweight Skill.

Without the Lightweight Skill, tracks would be left, which was the most troublesome.

With Jingxin’s skill levels, she could only manage herself, carrying someone else might prove too difficult without leaving a trace.

The Fire Qilin had been arranged to protect Jing Hui, so only he could carry Dingxian.

So be it.

Dingxian was a nun, already of such an age, she could be considered an elder, there should be no "male-female" sentiment concerned.

Jingxin, worried about her master, Dingxian, didn’t go too far while collecting twigs, and returned with a small bundle of dry branches in about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Seeing an additional person in the cave, she was startled, but when she saw it was the person who helped them escape danger, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Jingxin, this young hero is a secular disciple of Shanglin Temple. Soon, you and I will leave with him." Dingxian introduced.

Dingxian needed to provide Lin Miao with an identity, otherwise, Jingxin might become suspicious.

The identity of a secular disciple of Shanglin Temple was the best cover.

Jingxin was half-believing but dared not question further as her master was present, plus he had helped them, so doubting him would be somewhat ungrateful.

"Dingxian Shitai, Master Jingxin, please follow me, there is a village to the west where you can temporarily stay and heal."

"Thank you."

Lin Miao could only take them to Miaoxue Manor, as Marquis Lingyang’s influence in Dongshan was too great, leaving traces would cause unnecessary trouble.

He wasn’t afraid, but there was no need, furthermore, Dingxian and others dared not use their religious status to enter the city for medical help, implying they too had big secrets.

Otherwise, how could a convent have grievances with the immensely powerful Marquis Lingyang’s Mansion?

It seemed the enmity was not trivial.

Carrying Dingxian out of Marquis Lingyang’s domain, he found the horse he rode out on, using it to drag Dingxian along, saving quite some strength.

"Young Master..."

"Prepare a quiet room for me, along with some herbs." Lin Miao ordered directly, and the head of Miaoxue Manor naturally recognized Lin Miao.

Seeing Lin Miao suddenly bringing back a pair of old and young women, was somewhat surprising, but she understood even the manor owner was Lin Miao’s woman, thus she dared not to disobey his command.

"Lin...miss?" Lien Yurou happened to be at the manor; Lin Miao seemed to have heard Si Miaoxue mentioned that her master Guan Biyun returned to the capital a month ago without sending back a single letter, which worried her as a disciple. This time she followed Si Miaoxue back.

But she was worried there might still be members of the Lien Family in Dongshan City, so she stayed in the manor instead of entering the city.

"Alright, Yurou, you understand pharmacology, assist me later." Lin Miao instructed, as the senior sister and Xia Zhu were not around.

He indeed needed an assistant for treating Dingxian and someone to handle the medicinal preparations and decoctions afterward, which could be left to her.

Otherwise, he would have to find someone knowledgeable in pharmacology, which would be too troublesome.

"Yes." Lien Yurou was curious about Dingxian and her disciple’s identity, but didn’t dare ask much as she had already offended King Qi Zhao Yuanchun by refusing to marry him, not to mention breaking ties with her family.

She was not a girl from a small family, understanding the saying ’once you enter the gates of the noble, it’s as deep as the sea,’ let alone those of the king’s mansion.

King Qi intended to vie for the throne, and the position of a concubine in a King’s residence was no easy task; failing to secure the throne could result in her beheading.

She didn’t want such a life.

She’d rather be a concubine for Lin Miao; at least she could do what she loved, enjoying freedoms difficult for ordinary people to attain.