The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

“Roger that!”

With a swoosh, Saint Ruan pulled out his belt, scattering it open, and multi-colored poison powders spread into the air, blinding the eyes and inducing hallucinations. Soon after, all of the soldiers began to vomit blood and fell to the ground.

Before retreating into the cave, Saint Ruan also placed multiple layers of poison on the ground and in the air, ensuring they couldn’t invade in a short time.

He ran into the cave, hands on his hips, gasping for breath, “Damn! I’m exhausted! Chu Yihan, you sure know how to boss people around!”

They all had retreated first, leaving him to cover the rear!

Unfair!

And not even a word of worry about him!

“These soldiers are no match for you in any case. There’s no need to worry about you.”

Chu Yihan glanced indifferently at him and then walked over to Su Yingxue’s side.

Looking at Su Yingxue, covered in blood, he grasped her arm, pulling her up, “Where are you hurt?”

Su Yingxue shook her head, “I’m not hurt. It’s not my blood. It’s Lu Ying’s. She’s severely injured. I need to treat her now. Your Highness, are you alright?”

Seeing that her color was normal and she wasn’t injured, Chu Yihan let go of her and headed outside the cave.

“Your Highness! Are you injured?”

Su Yingxue still chased after him to ask, but Chu Yihan didn’t give her so much as a glance.

With time pressing, Su Yingxue could only hurry back, to apply medicine to Lu Ying’s wounds. Her movements were swift, and she gave Lu Ying some anesthetic, which after taking, made her fall into a deep sleep.

Night fell quickly. Saint Ruan rubbed his arms, shaking his head and sighing, “Cold and hungry. I don’t know how long the few of us can hold out, and I don’t know if Chu Yihan has arranged for reinforcements. If not, we’re certain to end up stuck here.”

Su Yingxue glanced at the weak Su Hao. They needed not only warmth and food but also medicine.

She went out, entered Medicine King Valley, and brought back some silk quilts, scooped up some spiritual spring water, and even caught several fish, while also grabbing some medicinal herbs.

She dropped a pile of items in front of Saint Ruan, instructing him to start a fire and roast the fish. She took charge of brewing the medicine and also gave a silk quilt to both Su Hao and Lu Ying, one for each to cover themselves with.

Su Hao and Saint Ruan, seeing her conjure these goods seemingly out of thin air, were both astonishingly surprised.

Just as Saint Ruan was about to ask where these appeared from, Su Yingxue stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, shutting him up, “Shut up! Get to work! No more talking!”

Saint Ruan: …

It had been over seventy years since he was last enslaved like this!

Seeing her attitude toward Saint Ruan, Su Hao realized she didn’t want to share, so he chose not to ask.

Instead, Su Yingxue took the initiative to reassure him, “Brother, don’t worry about where these things came from. As long as we’re here for one day, I promise everyone will live well. We’ll definitely get out of here and be safe. Brother, do you believe me?”

Su Hao nodded, “Brother believes you.”

He didn’t need to ask for reasons. The inherent connection within their bloodline naturally led him to trust Su Yingxue unconditionally, without needing any rationale or explanation from her.

Su Hao, wanting to recover quickly and not hold Su Yingxue back, took his medicine and then went to sleep.

Behind him lay the injured Lu Ying, whose breathing was stable, yet it was evident that her injuries were severe.

In his mind, the image of Wu Jinyan kept surfacing tumultuously, especially the time he hurried back to Jiang Du City, full of joy to meet Wu Jinyan, only to find her in a pregnant state.

This scene played on repeat in his dreams, entangling him like a giant hand tearing at his nerves over and over, pulling out the most unbearable pain from deep inside his heart.