vrcanaries Chapter 1461 Hua Ming
Chapter 1461 Hua Ming
"So from the very beginning, your target wasn't the epidemic, it was Miao'er." Zhan Yan said, emphasizing each word. "The lives of innocent people were, in your eyes, merely pawns to cover up your revenge."
The man in black dared not speak.
"Who exactly is your master?" Zhan Yan grabbed his collar, his grip so tight it almost crushed his bones.
He asked menacingly, "Where is he?"
The man grimaced in pain, but still shook his head desperately: "I, I had no idea. Our master has always been communicating in secret. We only obeyed his orders. All we knew was that he only had eyes for Miss Su Ning Shuang and vowed to make Miss Zhan Miao pay for her crimes in blood, and to make everyone who looked down on Miss Su and bullied her pay the price."
"This pandemic is just the beginning."
One sentence sent a chilling alarm bells through Zhan Yan's mind.
This is just the beginning.
In other words, as long as the person behind the scenes is not eliminated, Miao'er will always live in danger.
Today they can use the epidemic as a pretext, tomorrow they can use other tricks.
One mistake, but there's always another.
We will not give up until we achieve our goal.
Zhan Yan slowly released his grip, stood up, and looked out the window at the dark sky, his eyes filled with a chilling killing intent.
For the sake of Su Ningshuang, he wreaked havoc in the capital, harmed the innocent, and even tried to kill his daughter.
This group of people has gone mad.
So crazy, he doesn't deserve to live in this world.
"My lord," the guard beside him asked in a low voice, "what should we do with these people?"
Zhan Yan closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his expression was one of icy coldness and resolute determination.
"Leave them alive, and squeeze everything they know out of them." His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable ruthlessness.
He said coldly, "Everyone who participated in spreading the disease, everyone who tried to harm my daughter, will be punished."
"Yes."
The desperate screams of the man in black were quickly muffled, and the courtyard returned to deathly silence.
Zhan Yan stood in the empty courtyard, the cold wind whipping his robes, his whole body radiating a chilling aura.
He finally understood the whole story.
It was not a palace coup, nor a political rivalry, nor a struggle for military power.
It was infatuation, it was obsession, it was revenge for Su Ningshuang.
The person behind the scenes loves Su Ningshuang to the point of madness and hates Zhan Miao to the bone. So they set up this earth-shattering scheme, using the epidemic as cover and the uproar in the city as a prelude, all to take Zhan Miao's life.
What a crazy sacrifice.
What a fanatical revenge.
Zhan Yan slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.
He had previously considered Su Ningshuang a thing of the past, but he never expected that this woman's death would bring such a fatal disaster to Miao'er, and even implicate innocent civilians.
"Su Ningshuang".
He murmured the name, his eyes filled with nothing but cold disgust, devoid of any pity.
"You didn't harm my daughter enough while you were alive, and now you want people to stir up trouble for you even after you're dead."
"Since that's the case!"
"Then don't blame me for uprooting and completely eradicating all your remaining forces."
He turned around, mounted his horse, and the black horse turned and galloped towards the Marquis's villa.
At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.
Go back and stay with Miao'er.
Then, they dragged out all the evil spirits hiding in the shadows, seeking revenge for Su Ningshuang, one by one.
Diseases can be cured.
The poison in people's hearts must be eradicated.
Who dares to touch Zhan Yan's daughter again?
He would ensure that whoever died without a burial place.
The days slipped by quietly amidst our anxiety and round-the-clock care.
Zhan Miao lay on the soft couch, his face having long since lost the ashen and withered look he had when he was afflicted with the plague, and slowly regaining a faint rosy hue.
His previously burning forehead had completely cooled down, and his breathing became steady and long, no longer the faint, lifeless figure he had been before, as if he might stop breathing at any moment.
When she slowly opened her eyes, she saw Zhan Yan sitting by the bed, still in his iron armor, his eyes bloodshot, staring at her intently, as if afraid that if she closed her eyes, he would disappear.
"father……"
Zhan Miao's voice was weak, but clear and distinct.
Zhan Yan's body trembled violently, and his iron hands, which had just sworn a blood oath in the shadows to grind all evil spirits to dust, now trembled slightly.
He reached out and gently touched his daughter's forehead. Her temperature was normal. He then held her hand, which was no longer icy cold but warm.
The usually ruthless and cold-blooded Marquis of War, who had swept across the battlefield, swallowed hard, and after a long while, finally spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Miao'er, you're awake."
A seemingly ordinary sentence, yet it concealed a terrifying sense of lingering fear.
A few days ago, the epidemic enveloped the entire village like a black fog.
Zhan Miao had a persistent high fever and was delirious, muttering incoherently. Sometimes he would groan in pain, and sometimes he would tremble in fear. The entire team was shrouded in a deathly silence.
He was really worried that his Miao'er wouldn't make it through!
Fortunately, his wife, Lin Yiwan, was also a highly skilled doctor.
Lin Yiwan's eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night, and her fingertips were stained black from the herbs, but she never uttered a word of complaint.
She meticulously adjusted the dosage, observed changes in the patient's condition, and combined folk remedies with imperial medical techniques, managing to carve out a path to survival from a seemingly hopeless situation.
"Although the epidemic is fierce, there are clues to follow."
She insisted on her diagnosis: "The pathogenic factors have entered the lungs and become stagnant. The previous medication was too strong and damaged the root cause. My prescription focuses on gentle and strengthening the body's foundation, supplemented by expelling pathogenic factors and detoxifying. Only by preserving the body's vital energy can the disease be cured."
As it turned out, she was right.
After three doses of medicine, Zhan Miao's high fever gradually subsided.
After finishing the five doses of medicine, the person was able to briefly open their eyes and drink half a spoonful of porridge.
In just seven or eight days, the terrible epidemic was completely suppressed.
The gloom in the courtyard was swept away.
The servants and guards who had been affected by the epidemic recovered one by one under Lin Yiwan's medical treatment and regained their former vitality.
The spreading panic dissipated, and the lifeless village finally came back to life.
When the news spread, everyone praised Lin Yiwan's superb medical skills and extraordinary character.
As Zhan Yan watched his daughter gradually recover, the huge weight in his heart finally lifted.
He nodded deeply to Lin Yiwan, his tone more solemn than ever before: "Madam, Miao'er's life is all thanks to you!"
Lin Yiwan spoke with a somber tone: "What are you saying? Miao'er is also my daughter. How could I not do everything in my power to save her?"
She didn't seek credit or make a fuss. After doing all this, she remained quiet and gentle, simply packing up her medicine kit and stepping aside, as if she wasn't the one who had just turned the tide and saved lives.
After Zhan Miao fully regained consciousness, she heard the servants talk about what had happened these past few days, especially Lin Yiwan's tireless care day and night, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
She held Lin Yiwan's hand, her voice choked with emotion, "Mother, thank you. If it weren't for you, I would already be in the underworld by now!"
Lin Yiwan took her hand in return, smiled kindly, her warmth like spring: "It's all in the past. Take good care of yourself, that's more important than anything else."
She gently stroked Zhan Miao's still somewhat thin hand with her fingertips, her eyes filled with lingering fear and tenderness at having regained what she had lost.
These days she stays by her sickbed, not daring to leave for even a moment. She personally brews the medicine and measures the ingredients by hand. Outside, the sounds of battle are deafening and people are filled with fear. She only guards this small bed and her daughter.