Pulse Diagnosis and Prescription

As soon as Murong Yu entered the room, she ordered Shuan to remove Gu Zhihan's clothes.

"My lady, you can't look at a man's bare body!" Aman quickly protested.

"He's severely injured. How else am I supposed to treat him?" Murong Yu responded. "Take them off."

Shuan hesitantly complied, revealing a gruesome wound beneath Gu Zhihan's ribcage, so deep it exposed the bone. He gasped, "My lady, I fear this may be beyond saving."

"The injury... is it that severe?" Aman and Amei both recoiled in shock.

Murong Yu had already suspected as much. Gu Zhihan, true to his ruthless nature, had managed to take her hostage despite being grievously injured. Without another word, she sat down, took his pulse, and then quickly wrote a prescription.

"My lady..." Amei was stunned. 

'Since when could Lady Yu diagnose pulses and write prescriptions?' Amei thought.

Aman, more familiar with Murong Yu's experiences, assumed she had learned this skill in a dream.

Murong Yu had not offered to diagnose Ji Chengxuan earlier because her emotions had gotten the best of her. She was still reeling from the shock of her rebirth and had forgotten her medical skills. But she wasn't an apprentice for nothing.

In the two years Murong Yu spent with her master, she had learned a great deal. Had her master not left to find medicinal herbs for her, she could have continued her studies.

"Aman, go to Apricot Apothecary; it's under Li Mu's name. Get all these herbs and also the best Wound Reliever for wounds. Don't forget the gauze!" Murong Yu wrote a list and instructed Aman.

Aman nodded, took the list, and left with Shuan to complete the errands. They soon returned with all the required items.

Murong Yu kept Shuan in the room and sent Aman and Amei away before she began treating Gu Zhihan's wounds. 

Throughout the process, Shuan was amazed by Murong Yu's proficiency. Whether it was disinfecting the wounds, removing necrotic tissue, suturing, or applying bandages, she performed each step seamlessly.

Anyone unaware of Murong Yu's background would have thought she had practiced medicine for years.

In fact, Murong Yu did have substantial experience, gained from accompanying her master disguised as a man into Ji Chengxuan's military camps to treat soldiers. Ji Chengxuan had almost fallen out with her master over it.

It wasn't until Murong Yu softly assured Ji Chengxuan that she wanted to be more than a bird in a cage; she wanted to contribute, to save his soldiers and care for him when needed, that he relented.

Those experiences provided Murong Yu with invaluable practical knowledge. Now, treating Gu Zhihan was almost second nature to her.

Just then, Aman's voice came from outside, "The medicine has been prepared and is at the right temperature."

Murong Yu had it brought in and instructed Shuan to slowly feed it to Gu Zhihan.

"My lady, is he going to be okay?" Amei asked.

Murong Yu didn't confirm or deny; she simply said, "Have Mr. Huang keep an eye on him. We should head back."

Eager to leave, Aman and Amei quickly rallied Shuan, and they made their way home.

On the way back, Murong Yu couldn't help but ponder, 'Why is Gu Zhihan, the eldest son of the Gu family, in the capital? And how had he suffered such grievous injuries while here?'