My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

Chapter 135 What Medicine Are You Looking For?

The snow was getting heavier, and the group hurried to the door of Fu's house. When the housekeeper Zhang Bo opened the door and saw Hua Ying, his eyes showed surprise. He quickly stepped forward to greet her: "Master Hua, why are you here?"

Huaying looked at Uncle Zhang and asked softly, "Uncle Zhang, how is Fu Shiyan?"

Uncle Zhang sighed and replied solemnly, "Ever since the Second Young Master fell ill, both quack doctors and imperial physicians have come to see him, but to no avail. The Second Young Master ordered us not to tell you, for fear that you would worry. Even during the New Year's visit, it was the Eldest Young Master who went to the Fu Mansion on behalf of the Second Young Master. Now the Second Young Master spends more time sleeping than awake, and everyone is waiting for the medicine that the Eldest Young Lady finds." As Uncle Zhang spoke, he led Huaying into Fu Shiyan's yard.

When Huaying walked into Fu Shiyan's room, she saw Fu Shiyan, whose face was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed, and he was lying quietly on the bed. He no longer had the aloof and indifferent look he had in the past.

Huaying slowly walked to the bed and sat down, gently stroking his face and feeling his faint breath.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Bo silently led everyone out of the room.

Huaying stared at Fu Shiyan's face, her eyes slightly red. "Fu Shiyan, why don't you let others tell me? Don't forget who helped you recover from your illness last time. I haven't settled the score with you yet. What did you do with the princess a while ago? Woo woo woo... wake up soon!"

Looking at the first person she trusted and relied on since she traveled through time, Huaying's tears fell silently.

Suddenly, Fu Shiyan slowly opened his eyes, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he reached out to stroke Huaying's hair, "Look, you'll cry when you know about it. Are you okay during the New Year, little girl?"

Feeling the long-lost touch on her head, Huaying finally cried softly, "Fu Shiyan, please don't die. If someone else marries me, I will have to pretend to be a lady from a wealthy family for the rest of my life. That would be too miserable, wuwuwu." Then she asked, "What disease do you have? Why can't so many doctors cure it? And what medicine is Shi Nuan looking for? I'll see if I can find it."

Fu Shiyan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "Don't worry, it's an old illness. You can go back home and take care of yourself, grow flowers and farm. I will propose to you after you come of age. I will get better. And praising the princess was just a polite remark. I noticed you were in Yue Niang's shop a long time ago. I recognize your carriage." After saying that, he took Huaying's hand and placed it on his chest.

"How can I not worry about you? What kind of medicine are you looking for?" Huaying looked at Fu Shiyan, who was pale in front of her, with heartache.

"Shi Nuan went to Nanshan to look for herbs called 'Yuelinghuai' and 'Golden Medicine Lotus'. It is said that they can cure all kinds of poisons and strengthen the body, but these are just legends, and this season is not the right time for them to grow." Fu Shiyan's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness.

Huaying silently memorized the two names, then gently tucked the quilt for Fu Shiyan and said softly, "I'll help you find it when I get back. I'll go talk to Uncle Zhang first and ask him to bring the medicine and porridge over, okay?"

Fu Shiyan looked at Huaying's expectant eyes and nodded slightly.

At this time, Zhang Bo, who had been paying attention to the movements in the room outside the door, had already heard their conversation. He immediately ordered the servants to bring in the warm medicine and food prepared in advance.

Uncle Zhang opened the door, placed the medicine on the bedside table, and then picked up a spoon to feed Fu Shiyan the medicine. Seeing this, Hua Ying reached out to take the spoon, smiled and said to Uncle Zhang: "Uncle Zhang, let me do it."

Seeing this, Zhang Bo handed the spoon to Huaying with confidence, and then left the room with the maids.

Zhang Bo walked to the door with tears in his eyes. He clasped his hands together and murmured to the snowy sky, "Master and Madam, the Hua Dongjia that you two elders often talk about was originally the eldest daughter of the Fu family. I believe Master recognizes her. This woman has helped the second young master all the way and shared weal and woe with him. I hope Master and Madam will bless the young master to pass the high school entrance examination next year and marry Hua Dongjia happily."