Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Handsome Men Keep Chasing After Me

Chapter 46

Upon hearing this name, Nalan Jingwen paused slightly in his hand holding the cup, then calmly put it down.

She had seen this name before. Previously, Liu Qishan had set aside time each day to read medical books, and she would hold him in her arms while he read them, so she naturally glimpsed the contents of the medical books.

She remembered this Crimson Lotus; it was a spiritual herb that only existed in books. It was named Crimson Lotus, a fire-attribute, extremely yang substance, yet it grew in extremely cold places, guarded by ferocious beasts. It absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and, after a thousand years of sedimentation, gradually evolved into a Crimson Lotus.

Because their attributes and the place where they grew up were mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining, and it was said that the ferocious beast guarding them was extremely powerful, many people tried to find them, but none of them returned, freezing to death in that extremely cold place.

The petals of the Red Lotus are fiery red, radiating a red glow like a raging fire. Its effects are astonishing, with extremely strong healing properties.

Although it cannot bring the dead back to life or heal the wounded, as long as there is a breath left, taking it can cure all the ailments and restore them to their original state quickly. If an ordinary person takes it, their lifespan will be extended to a hundred years and they will be in good health. If a martial artist takes it, their skill will increase a hundredfold and their marrow will be cleansed.

No wonder so many people covet it and risk their lives to find it, but so far no one has survived. No one knows if they have truly seen the Crimson Lotus, or even if the Crimson Lotus truly exists.

Nalan Jingwen pondered for a moment, while Hongyun felt uneasy. She then said, "We sent many people to search in the Northern Cold Peak Region, but to no avail. In fact, we suffered heavy losses."

She lowered her eyes, her words filled with sorrow and heaviness, for on one side was her master, and on the other were her subordinates who had shared life and death with her.

Nalan Jingwen's gaze fell lightly on the figure on the bed. The figure was weak and lying there quietly. If you didn't look closely, it really looked like a dead person.

Rong Hengyu was kind to her. If Hongyun hadn't brought people to find her, she probably wouldn't have survived. Rong Hengyu was seriously injured because of the original owner, and she was now the owner of this body. Rong Hengyu was her husband in name, so she should be responsible for him. Besides, Rong Hengyu was still useful to her, so he couldn't die.

"I understand. Keep an eye on the King Consort, and I will find a way."

She turned the empty cup upside down onto the table with a crisp sound. Hongyun glanced at it and saw her get up to leave. She subconsciously spoke up.

"Your Majesty..."

Nalan Jingwen stopped and turned to look at her.

"how?"

Hongyun opened her mouth, a look of struggle flashing across her face, before finally saying, "Qinghui..."

Nalan Jingwen's gaze was indifferent, her eyes fixed on her face, her eyes deep and unspeakable. Hongyun did not know what she meant, so she could only straighten her back and let her look at her.

After a long while, the person on the bed suddenly groaned. Hongyun immediately stood up and ran towards the bedside, and Nalan Jingwen followed suit.

The curtain was lifted, revealing Rong Hengyu's pale and noble face on horseback. However, his face was now frighteningly transparent, his beautiful brows were furrowed, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was full of pain.

"Son!"

Hongyun was panicked and didn't know what to do. Nalan Jingwen ignored her form of address, pulled her aside, and said in a deep voice, "Quickly go and fetch a doctor!"

Hongyun immediately realized what was happening and ran out.

Rong Hengyu is now bedridden and extremely weak. As he is now a husband, there should not be any other female relatives in the room. He is only wearing a thin inner garment and is covered with a quilt, but he still wants to avoid suspicion.

It's not just about the reputation of the virtuous prince consort, but also about the integrity of the Rong family's eldest son. Rong Hengyu is the most noble and upright person. If he were awake, he would never allow rumors that are detrimental to him to spread. He has always cared a great deal about this.

Nalan Jingwen stepped forward, and Rong Hengyu's mouth once again overflowed with blood, which looked particularly glaring against his pale skin.

"Rong Hengyu, can you hear me?"

She sat by the bed, calling his name, but he did not respond. His pain intensified, and he appeared weak, as if he would shatter at any moment.

Rong Hengyu closed his eyes tightly and murmured softly.

Nalan Jing couldn't hear clearly, so he leaned closer to listen. He said...

"pain……"

Nalan Jingwen's expression was complicated. He then reached into the blanket and touched the man's hand, which was as cold as ice and had no warmth at all.

She grasped that hand and slowly channeled her inner energy into it. The person on the bed gradually stopped feeling pain and relaxed.

Rong Hengyu's body is too weak to withstand too much internal energy, so it can only be transferred little by little. However, it can only relieve his pain. Nalan Jingwen examined his injuries and found that they were almost all fatal. He had suffered an extremely powerful attack, and his heart and lungs were shattered, making it impossible for his internal energy to repair them.

It's unclear how the person who injured him managed to get past the heavy guards around him and inflict such serious injuries.

Nalan Jingwen pondered, but couldn't find a single clue in his mind. Who could possibly possess such high skill?

She looked up, wanting to check on Rong Hengyu's condition, but instead met a pair of deep, empty eyes.

Rong Hengyu stared at her, and it's unclear how long he stared.

Nalan Jingwen withdrew his hand, his expression calm. "Awake? How are you feeling?"

Rong Hengyu did not reply, but simply turned his head away and closed his eyes, as if he did not want to see her.

Seeing his reaction, Nalan Jingwen was not one to fawn over someone who wouldn't listen. He didn't want to talk to her, and she didn't either, waiting for the doctor to arrive.

I don't know why Hongyun took so long to find a doctor.

Suddenly, the person on the bed began to cough violently. He already had internal organ damage, and if he continued to cough like this, he would probably die before the doctor arrived.

Nalan Jingwen frowned. She wasn't a professional; if Liu Qishan were here, he would definitely be able to save Rong Hengyu.

But now was not the time to think about these things. Rong Hengyu coughed so violently that he suddenly passed out and couldn't breathe. His pale face began to turn faintly bluish-gray. Nalan Jingwen's expression darkened, and he immediately checked Rong Hengyu's pulse.

This won't do; we must give him air immediately, otherwise he will suffocate and die.

Ignoring everything else, without any emotion, he covered those pale, chapped lips with his own. In an instant, the rich smell of blood mixed with a hint of Chinese medicine filled his mouth and nose. He slowly breathed in, using his hands to pry open his lips a little to make it easier to breathe, until he felt the person beneath him gradually calm down and catch his breath.

The door was suddenly flung open, and Hongyun's voice came through.

"Doctor, quick! My young master is dying!"

As soon as they entered, they saw Nalan Jingwen lying on Rong Hengyu, doing something. Hongyun was stunned for a moment.

Nalan Jingwen slowly stood up and glanced at Rong Hengyu, whose eyes were moist and the corners of his eyes were red. His dark and empty eyes had an unreadable expression at this moment. Just looking at her like this, his lips, moistened by the moisture, seemed less dry.

"Aren't you coming in to see?!"

Nalan Jingwen said in a deep voice.

The two people at the door immediately reacted. The doctor came to the bedside, and Nalan Jingwen stepped back, watching as the doctor took out a cloth and placed it on Rong Hengyu's wrist to take his pulse.