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Cheng Siyun leaned against the bookshelf with one hand, pressing her other hand against her chest, her face as pale as paper. She struggled to reach out toward Lin Mingchang, seemingly wanting to say something, but only managed a few weak gasps.
Lin Mingchang's heart raced at the sight. He recalled how Cheng Siyun had once thrown herself at him under the pretense of affection at Plum Blossom Pavilion, and instinctively took a step back. However, Shen Tong quickly noticed something was amiss—Cheng Siyun's aura was extremely weak, a heavy dark gray illness coiling around her heart like a vine.
Without hesitation, Shen Tong rushed forward and caught the collapsing Cheng Siyun, urgently calling out, "Fang Zigui, come check on her!"
Fang Zigui immediately set down the ancient book he had been holding and approached to examine Cheng Siyun's pulse. Moments later, he retrieved two red pills from his medicine pouch, crushed them with his fingers, and placed them in Cheng Siyun's mouth.
"Miss Cheng's pulse is extremely chaotic; her heart is obstructed. This medicine can stabilize her heart temporarily, but she must be taken to a doctor immediately!"
Fortunately, Cheng Siyun's driver had been waiting outside the academy. The group hurriedly transported her to the nearest Xiangjiang Hospital. In less than half an hour, the driver sent by Lin Mingchang arrived with Cheng Jinsheng at the hospital.
Sweat dripped from his forehead as he ran toward Lin Mingchang and the others, his eyes red and devoid of his usual composed demeanor. "How is my daughter?" Cheng Jinsheng grasped Fang Zigui's arm tightly, his voice trembling.
Fang Zigui helped Cheng Jinsheng sit on a bench in the corridor and gently reassured him, "Mr. Cheng, please remain calm. Miss Cheng has a blockage in her heart's energy and blood flow; while the symptoms are urgent, there is still hope. I have administered some emergency medication to stabilize her condition, and the doctors here have already provided emergency care. Her situation is now stable."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Jinsheng's tense shoulders finally relaxed. He let out a long sigh and leaned weakly against the wall as if all his strength had been drained in an instant.
"Thank you all... truly, I am grateful for your help in saving Siyun," Cheng Jinsheng managed to stand up with difficulty and deeply bowed to the four standing in the corridor. "If it weren't for your timely assistance in bringing her to the hospital, the consequences... would have been unimaginable..."
Shen Tong stepped forward. "Mr. Cheng, there's no need for such formalities. However, it seems that Miss Cheng's illness has persisted for some time? I noticed that the illness surrounding her is not something that developed overnight."
Cheng Jinsheng's gaze flickered for a moment; he lowered his eyes and sighed deeply. "Siyun has been frail since childhood, especially... over the past two years when her condition worsened. We have sought out renowned doctors but found no effective remedies. I..."
He suddenly paused, looking up at the four of them. "It’s getting late; you must be tired as well. I have arranged for a car to take you back to your inn for rest. I will take care of Siyun myself. Once my daughter recovers, I will certainly host a banquet to express my gratitude for your lifesaving assistance."
Seeing that he did not wish to discuss further, they did not press him any more and bid farewell before returning to their inn.
The four gathered in Lin Mingchang’s room, where Zigui was the first to voice his assessment of Cheng Siyun’s condition:
When Miss Cheng fell ill, I carefully examined her pulse. Her condition was indeed rare; it was a congenital heart disease referred to in medical texts as "Heart Pulse Obstruction Syndrome." Patients experience abnormal heartbeats, shortness of breath, and fatigue, with episodes causing a sensation of tightness in the chest. This affliction often begins in youth and gradually worsens. If not treated promptly, it typically leads to a premature demise before reaching the age of thirty.
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