A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1880 - 443: Prescribing the Right Medicine, Fair Competition_3

"Where is Miaomiao now? I want to see him," Yun Ya said excitedly.

Mingyue frowned, "The young master is in a very safe place now, Miss, please rest assured."

Only then did Yun Ya notice a woman following behind her, head slightly lowered, quietly without any presence. Yun Ya glanced at her a few more times; this woman, apart from being a bit tall and having a small chest, had no other suspicious traits.

"Who is she?" Yun Ya asked, unconsciously stepping towards her.

Mingyue immediately blocked Yun Ya and whispered, "She is my subordinate, lest she taint the Miss’s eyes."

Yun Ya then didn’t pay much attention to the woman, turned her gaze away, and asked, "Is Miaomiao alright?"

"The young master is fine, Miss, don’t worry."

Yun Ya breathed a sigh of relief; as long as Miaomiao was safe, she had nothing to worry about.

Yun Miao stood there quietly, even slowing her breaths.

She stood right in front of him, yet he couldn’t muster the courage to even glance at her.

Now was not a good time for recognition; he restrained the impulse in his heart, trying to minimize his sense of presence.

The fist under his sleeve was tightly clenched.

The two hadn’t exchanged many words when urgent footsteps sounded outside. Mingyue quickly stuffed something into Yun Ya’s hand and said swiftly, "Miss, blow this if you encounter danger. I’ll see you when I get the chance."

As soon as the words fell, she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Both had vanished so thoroughly in front of her as if everything earlier was just a dream.

Yun Ya held the object in her hand, opened it to see that it was a small bone whistle, threaded with a red string.

Holding the bone whistle, the next moment, Wu Hen found the place, followed by Xiao Nan and a doctor.

Wu Hen’s gaze cautiously swept around, probing, "Princess, why are you here?"

Suddenly, Yun Ya fainted.

Wu Hen hurriedly caught her falling body, quickly held her, and ran out without caring about anything else.

"Doctor, hurry and see what’s wrong with her!"

"The Princess has a heart condition; she must avoid emotional agitation. From now on, the Princess needs to have a calm rest, but..."

"But what?" Wu Hen’s brows furrowed tightly.

"The Princess is allergic; we can’t use medicines recklessly."

"Do we simply watch helplessly?" Wu Hen suddenly grabbed the doctor’s collar, "If anything happens to the Princess, you know the consequences."

The doctor trembled and said, "Yes, yes, should we consider performing desensitization therapy for the Princess? Although the process is somewhat painful, or... seek Chinese medical treatment? I know an expert in Chinese medicine. I can invite him to treat the Miss."

Wu Hen glanced at the unconscious girl on the sickbed, face pale and frightening. His thin lips pursed repeatedly, "This seems to be our only option now."

An unkempt old man carrying a worn medical box was brought in. Wu Hen gave him a scrutinizing look and said coldly, "Treat the Princess well. If she recovers, you will have achieved great merit; otherwise..."

The threat was deeply insinuated.

The old man snorted through his nose, "I’ll do my best."

He then walked to the bedside, reaching out to check Yun Ya’s pulse, but Wu Hen seized his wrist and asked chillingly, "What are you doing?"

The old man immediately jumped up, "How can I diagnose the patient’s condition without checking the pulse? How can I prescribe accordingly? If you don’t trust me, I’m not looking at it." He then shouldered his medical box and turned around to leave.

Wu Hen pressed his thin lips tightly together, "Wait."

"It was my fault initially; I apologize to the Old Sir."

The old man snorted, fiddled with his messy beard, and glared at him angrily as he passed by, "I pity this young girl, otherwise I wouldn’t bother with your crap."

Wu Hen stayed silent.

The old man sat beside the bed and glanced at Wu Hen, "I don’t like outsiders around when I conduct diagnoses; it affects my judgment."

The implication was clear: please leave.

Wu Hen glanced at Yun Ya, "Then please, Old Sir."

Having said that, he turned and left.

The room returned to silence; the old man extended his legs, appearing nonchalant.

"Girl, stop pretending; everyone is gone."

Yun Ya didn’t move.

"Hey, you’re addicted to pretending, forcing me to use my trump card, aren’t you?" With that, silver light flashed between his fingers, aiming straight for Yun Ya’s head.

Yun Ya immediately opened her eyes, rolled to the side to dodge the silver needle attack, and helplessly said, "Master, you’re murdering your disciple."

Indeed, the nonchalant, untidy old man in front of her was her master, Zhang Huasheng, and also the younger brother of Doctor Hua.

Zhang Huasheng put his hands on his hips, looked around, "Oh my, you’re doing well now, being called Princess and all. Do you know what kinds of days I’ve been living? Even beggars are better off than me. You’ve succeeded and don’t even think of your master; you unfilial disciple." Zhang Huasheng pointed to her forehead and scolded.