I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

"Don't think about it." The young woman had already gotten out of the car and walked in front of Luo Qianhuai: "Please do your best to save my husband. Even if you can't cure him, I won't blame you. He is a good man and shouldn't die here."

Her eyes were still red, but she tried hard to hold back her tears.

Luo Qianhuai nodded, looked at Master Mo who had stood behind her at some point, said no more, and went straight back to the carriage.

Yan Qian had been carried out of the carriage, with only a felt blanket under him. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing was weak and rapid.

Water was also fetched, put into a wooden barrel as thick as an arm, and was about 80% full.

Luo Qianhuai reached out his hand to test the temperature. The spring water after the rainstorm had not yet been exposed to the sun, and it was chilly to the bone.

"Pour it on him." She gave an incredible medical advice.

Upon hearing this, Old Man Yan, the young woman, and the people from the caravan who had just helped carry the person looked at each other, thinking they had heard it wrong.

"My husband is still running a high fever. If he is hit by this cold water, he will probably die immediately."

The young woman said, looking rather unhappy.

The same went for Mr. Yan. He had traveled a lot for many years and had never heard of a doctor using this method to treat colds. He was afraid that the other person was not a serious doctor at all.

It's ridiculous that I was desperate and tried all kinds of methods, but I was fooled by a young girl.

He frowned and was about to ask Luo Qianhuai and the other two to leave when a bucket of water poured down from above and landed right on Yan Qian, soaking him from inside out.

The one who took action was naturally Master Mo. Although he was weak, he still had his kung fu skills. Fetching a bucket and pouring water was no problem for him.

"Husband!" The young woman cried out in surprise and rushed to Yan Qian, but saw him raise his head with all his strength, cough out the water that had choked his mouth and nose, then slowly opened his eyes and asked weakly:

"Mrs. Lin, where are we?"

"Husband!" Lin Niang suppressed her anger and called out repeatedly. Her tears were like raindrops falling from the eaves, dripping endlessly.

Beside them, the expression on the face of the old man Yan was more than just ugly.

He took a deep look at Mr. Mo and said to Luo Qianhuai, "Now that things have come to this, shouldn't you two give me an explanation?"

Luo Qianhuai showed no shame at all, and said calmly, "The heat toxins in the patient's body have been removed, and he has woken up. Next, please have him carried back to the car, and then have your niece-in-law wipe his body dry and change his clothes. I will give him acupuncture to clear away the heat later."

"How dare you say that!" Na Lin Niang couldn't hold it in any longer, she turned her head and looked up at Luo Qianhuai with hatred: "My husband is already so sick, and you actually let people treat him like that! If anything happens to him, I, Lu Lin, will never let you go!"

Before Luo Qianhuai could say anything, Master Mo on the side spoke coldly: "Your husband was already half dead. If it weren't for your wife's kindness, he wouldn't have made it to tomorrow morning. And you just said clearly that you would let your wife give up the treatment. Now that he has woken up, you regret it?"

He raised his sword-like eyebrows and glanced coldly at Yan Sou and the people in the surrounding caravan, which made them feel inexplicably cold in their hearts. Then he took Luo Qianhuai's hand:

"Yin Yin, since they are not keeping their promise, you don't have to be a good person anymore."

Yan Sou's face was a little conflicted. He looked at the three swordsman bodyguards standing on the side and was very hesitant whether to let them use force to keep the person.

He believed that he was not an unreasonable person. He was the one who insisted on asking Luo Qianhuai to come back for treatment. He wanted to give it a try, but he never expected that the other party would use such a medical method.

Although the nephew has woken up now, he and his niece-in-law can see that this is clearly a last gasp of life. They are afraid that the last bit of life he had left was extinguished by the bucket of cold water just now.

This is not a treatment method that they can accept at all. It is simply quack medicine that is killing people.

So no matter what was said before, these two people cannot leave. They must give him, his brother and his sister-in-law a satisfactory explanation.

"Wait, wait a minute." The hand holding Lin Niang suddenly increased its strength, causing her to turn her attention back to Yan Qian. Only then did she realize that the redness on her husband's face caused by the high fever had faded away without her knowing.

"Husband, are you feeling better?" Lin Niang said, reaching out and covering Yan Qian's forehead.

It feels cool to the touch, no longer having the frightening heat from before.

"My husband's fever has subsided!" She was surprised and happy.

The caravan members had gathered around without anyone noticing. They quickly understood what had just happened and began to discuss:

"Is the fever really gone? Yan Xiaolang is a very lucky man!"

"If you pour such a big bucket of cold water on someone, even a lump of coal can be extinguished. It certainly helps to reduce the fever, but it's hard to say for the person."

"Yan Xiaolang's typhoid fever is so severe that even a famous doctor may not be able to cure it, let alone a young lady whose origins are unknown. As an uncle, he is not as concerned as a real father."

These people had no affiliation with each other, and even though Yan Sou was the elected leader, he was not very polite in his words.

Old Man Yan listened to it and felt depressed. He felt that he should not have trusted Luo Qianhuai and was extremely upset.

At this moment, Yan Qian coughed twice and spoke.

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was very dry, and he spoke word by word: "Thanks to your care, uncle and everyone else, I feel much better."

After he said a few words, he started coughing again. Someone brought him some warm water. Lin Niang took it and fed him a few sips, saying, "My husband, please stop talking. Save some energy and rest."

Yan Qian usually obeyed his wife in everything and even took her with him when he went out to do business. But now he was a little stubborn and insisted:

"I just dreamed that I was in a huge fire, burning so hard that I couldn't breathe. Suddenly, rain fell from the sky, extinguishing the flames and saving me."

"Ganlin?" Someone asked in surprise, "Could it be the bucket of water that was just poured out?"

"So that's how it is." Although Yan Qian didn't know what happened when he was unconscious, his wet body and the empty bucket beside him explained the situation.

He really feels good now. The chest tightness, headache and other symptoms have basically disappeared. He even feels hungry after a long time. Everything is moving in the right direction.

He was not a fool. He had already understood what had happened from what everyone had said just now. He also knew that the person who saved him was the young lady beside him whom he had met for the first time.

He looked up at her and said sincerely, "So it was this young lady who saved me. My wife was too worried about my health and said some unpleasant things. I hope you can be magnanimous and not take those words seriously. I'm here to apologize to you on her behalf."