In all of history, had anyone ever seen a man so handsome that a young lady could look at him for one single moment and collapse on the spot from the sheer overpowering excitement?
Had she not witnessed it with her own eyes, Feng Jiu’er would not have believed such a thing even if someone had beaten her into agreeing.
Yet today, she had truly watched with her own eyes as a woman — over a single glance that the Ninth Imperial Uncle had not even truly given — coughed blood and lost consciousness.
Ninth Imperial Uncle, do you realize your charisma is more lethal than the sharpest, most unforgiving blade?
That allure like something out of the immortal realm had practically struck Feng Jiu’er’s titanium-white eyes blind.
But this was not the time for idol worship. If this woman was not treated, she truly would not make it.
Seeing that Yu Jingfeng was still in a difficult position, Feng Jiu’er decided not to wait any longer and was about to set the woman down on the ground to begin emergency treatment herself.
Unexpectedly, at that very moment, the carriage curtain was swept open by a force of inner strength — it was the Ninth Imperial Uncle who had opened it!
A surge of delight rose in Feng Jiu’er’s heart, and she was just about to scoop the unconscious woman up into her arms when Yu Jingfeng moved one step ahead of her, lifting the woman and turning back toward the carriage.
Feng Jiu’er had no time to think further and followed with quick steps.
The Ninth Prince had actually permitted that woman to board his carriage! Every person in the queue was struck speechless with shock, watching as the young woman was carried up by Yu Jingfeng.
And of course, they also watched as Feng Jiu’er climbed up after her.
After that, Yu Jingfeng mounted his horse, took up the reins, and drove the carriage swiftly through the gates.
By the time the crowd came back to their senses, they suddenly realized — that idiotic Feng Jiu’er had gone and followed someone else onto the carriage!
In that moment, no one could recall that the person who had first asked to let the unconscious young woman onto the carriage was Feng Jiu’er herself.
All they knew was that the young woman had been astoundingly lucky to board the Ninth Prince’s carriage — while Feng Jiu’er… had shamelessly taken advantage of the chaos to tag along! Absolutely outrageous!
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Inside the carriage, Feng Jiu’er yanked open the young woman’s outer garment.
Zhan Qingcheng’s thick brows knit together slightly. He let out a quiet sound of displeasure and turned his face away, refusing to look at either of them.
Feng Jiu’er had no time to consider what was appropriate or inappropriate. She took out the needle case she always carried with her, drew a silver needle, and inserted it into the acupuncture point on the woman’s chest.
Swift. Precise. Decisive. Such practiced, skilled technique immediately drew Zhan Qingcheng’s gaze back to her.
Beyond acupuncture, Feng Jiu’er also pressed down on her acupuncture points — but the way she applied pressure was so different from anything expected that she was, in fact… striking her?
“What are you staring at? Come and help!”
The young woman’s breathing had stopped entirely due to the shock. Feng Jiu’er withdrew the silver needle and immediately began cardiac resuscitation — not only chest compressions, but artificial respiration as well!
Only once the patient’s breathing had been restored could she administer acupuncture to drive the blood back into circulation and restore the flow through her meridians.
That earlier incident was most likely triggered by the Ninth Imperial Uncle’s single glance — though in truth, that glance had almost certainly not been directed at her; it had simply been a misunderstanding.
But whether misunderstanding or not, the fact remained that the young lady had gone into cardiac shock because of it — her heart contracting too violently, resulting in myocardial ischemia.
If emergency treatment was not administered immediately, someone truly would die!
“How am I to help?” Zhan Qingcheng genuinely had no interest in the business of saving people — though watching this young girl go about it was, he had to admit, rather entertaining.
“Ninth Imperial Uncle, press down on her chest for me — like this!”
Feng Jiu’er demonstrated for him, pressing both hands over the young woman’s cardiac point and applying rhythmic, controlled force in a steady sequence.
“Ninth Imperial Uncle, quickly!”
And yet there was no sign of the Ninth Imperial Uncle coming over. She looked up — only to find that the Ninth Imperial Uncle was still seated quietly on his cushioned mat, watching her with cold, detached eyes.
“Ninth Imperial Uncle…”
“If she cannot be saved, simply throw her out.”
He was actually supposed to use his hands to touch that young woman? This girl — had her mind gone? If he were going to touch anyone at all, it could only be her!