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Li Chung-Shen's eyes quickly shifted between Wang Minyi and Wang Shimeng, and his inner struggle was intense. He knew he could save one, but if he saved Min-yi, he couldn't save poetry vine.
In the end, his gaze settled on Wang Shimeng's face, as if he had made a decision of some kind.
Wang Shimeng's eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment and confusion, her voice tinged with a sob: "prudence, Min-yi, she..."
Li Chung-Shen did not respond, his gaze firm, focusing all his attention on pulling Wang Shimeng up. With a strong tug, he finally managed to safely bring her to the edge of the cliff.
At this moment, Wang Minyi's strength seemed to have reached its limit, and her fingers began to slip one by one. Her eyes were filled with unwillingness and despair, tears swirling in her eyes.
"Sister poetry vine..." Wang Minyi's voice was weak and choked up, her eyes filled with a longing for life and reluctance for the future.
Wang Shimeng's face was covered with tears as she reached out to try to grab Wang Minyi, but the distance was too far, and her hand could only hang weakly in the air.
"Min-yi!" Wang Shimeng's scream pierced the night sky, her eyes filled with helplessness and sorrow.
At this moment, Wang Minyi finally lost her last bit of strength in her fingers, and her body began to slide downward. A deep sense of regret flashed in her eyes, and then her figure disappeared into the darkness of the cliff.
Wang Shimeng choked up, her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, tears streaming continuously from her eyes. Her heart was filled with grief and self-blame.
Li Chung-Shen stood by her side, with a complex look in his eyes, as if there was also struggle and pain deep in his heart.
"Why? Why didn't you save Min-yi?" Wang Shimeng looked up, her eyes filled with questioning and confusion, her voice tinged with tears, feeling puzzled and angry at Li Chung-Shen's actions.
Li Chung-Shen fell silent for a moment, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes before he finally spoke, " poetry vine, I can only save one..." His voice was low and hoarse, as if at that moment, even words had become powerless.
Wang Shimeng shook her head, tears blurring her vision, her heart filled with longing for Wang Minyi and disappointment in Li Chung-Shen.
She stood up, turned, and walked towards the depths of the dark forest, unwilling to look at Li Chung-Shen again.
Li Chung-Shen reached out to grab Wang Shimeng, but ultimately his hand fell weakly. His eyes were filled with complex emotions, as if at that moment, he had also lost something important.
In the murmuring of the stream, there lies a woman with bloodstains on her body, lying by the shore. Her body is frail, and her face bears scars as if branded, deeply depicting the suffering she has endured.
Her breathing was weak, as if her remaining spark of life could be extinguished at any moment.
At this moment, a man slowly approached. His steps were light, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility. The man had a calm face, with deep wisdom in his eyes. He was the legendary doctor Mo Yan, known for his extraordinary medical skill in the martial arts world.
Mo Yan squatted down and carefully examined the woman's injuries. His fingers gently explored her pulse, and a hint of worry unconsciously appeared between his brows.
Despite the woman's weak breath, her vitality seemed unusually strong. Mo Yan took out a bottle of Potion from his pocket and carefully dropped a few drops into her mouth. His movements were full of tenderness and delicacy, as if afraid of disturbing her fragile life.
The woman still showed no signs of waking up. Mo Yan sighed softly, knowing that such serious injuries would not heal quickly.
He decided to take her back to his place for long-term treatment. Mo Yan carefully lifted the woman, making every effort to avoid touching her wounds.
His heart was filled with sympathy: "This poor child, she looks no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. What has she experienced to fall into the valley, suffer such serious injuries, and even miscarry."
Mo Yan's eyes shimmered with compassion and determination, as if he had already made up his mind to save this unfortunate woman.
He muttered to himself, "Since it's fate that brought me, Mo Yan, to meet you here, I've decided to save you today, regardless of the trouble it may bring."
The night has deepened, and moonlight is scattered among the dense leaves, forming mottled shadows. Li Chung-Shen and his attendant shuttle through the forest, their faces filled with anxiety and unease.
Li Chung-Shen's eyes flicker with a determined light in the darkness, his heart filled with worry and self-blame for Wang Minyi. He constantly recalls the moment when Wang Minyi despairingly slipped from the cliff, his heart aching.
"Your Highness, we have been searching for a long time, but it seems that there is no trace of anything nearby," a cautious attendant said to Li Chung-Shen, his voice filled with exhaustion and helplessness.
Li Chung-Shen stopped in his tracks, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. His heart was filled with struggle, unsure of what to do. He knew deep down that if something were to happen to Wang Minyi, he would never be able to forgive himself.
"Keep searching. Even if we have to search every inch of land, I will find Min-yi," Li Chung-Shen's voice was firm and resolute, his eyes reignited with a spark of hope.
The attendants, though weary, nodded in agreement. They knew well that the Third Prince's feelings for Wang Minyi were anything but ordinary.
They continued to search in the vast night, with deep anticipation every time they crossed a small hill or passed through a dense forest.
Meanwhile, while they were searching, Mo Yan had already placed Wang Minyi in his secret residence. It was a quiet courtyard hidden deep in the mountains, far from the hustle and bustle.
Mo Yan gently laid Wang Minyi on a soft bed, ensuring not to touch her wounds. He took out more herbs and medical tools from the cabinet and began to earnestly treat Wang Minyi. His focused gaze and steady hands displayed his profound medical skill.
As time passed, Wang Minyi's breathing gradually steadied, and her complexion also regained a hint of color. Mo Yan's furrowed brow finally relaxed; he knew that at least she had temporarily escaped from the danger to her life.
At this moment, Li Chung-Shen and his attendants were still searching in the vast night. They passed through desolate mountains and countless dense forests, but still found no trace of Wang Minyi.
"Your Highness, don't worry. Not finding her doesn't necessarily mean something bad. Perhaps the lady is blessed and has been rescued by a kind-hearted person."
Li Chung-Shen felt a slight relief upon hearing these words. He knew the attendant was right, but the unease in his heart remained ever-present. Taking a deep breath, he decided to continue the search.
The night deepens, the moonlight shines like silver, illuminating the path ahead for them. Li Chung-Shen's eyes are determined, and even in this long and difficult search, he has never given up a shred of hope.
Li Chung-Shen's heart is filled with anxiety and helplessness, constantly calling out Wang Minyi's name in his mind, hoping that she will appear miraculously.
However, as the night grew darker and the moonlight began to dim, a hint of despair began to rise in Li Chung-Shen's heart.
Unbeknownst to him, the person he was seeking was at a distant and secretive location, receiving treatment from the divine healer Mo Yan.
In Mo Yan's residence, he placed the woman in a quiet room. The room was simply furnished and cozy, with several landscape paintings hanging on the wall and a tranquil bamboo forest outside the window.
After several days, the woman finally regained consciousness.
As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a lush bamboo forest and the gentle face of a middle-aged man. She tried to sit up, but was overwhelmed by a sharp pain, causing her to cry out in agony.
Mo Yan immediately walked over and comforted in a soft voice, "Take it easy, your body is still very weak."
The woman looked at Mo Yan, her eyes filled with confusion and fear. She trembled as she asked, "Who are you? Where am I?"
Mo Yan responded with a gentle smile, "I am Mo Yan, a doctor. You are now safe in my place."
Gratitude briefly appeared in her eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by deep despair. She silently lowered her head as tears fell silently.
Mo Yan witnessed all this, and couldn't help but feel deep sympathy in his heart. He understood that the woman in front of him must have experienced indescribable suffering.
He silently pondered in his heart: This girl was originally pregnant, but unfortunately fell into a deep valley. It was fortunate enough for her to survive, and it would be difficult for the unborn child to survive.
Mo Yan sat by the window, gently shaking a copper medicine spoon in his hand, his gaze deep and focused on the bamboo forest outside the window. His heart was filled with complex emotions, feeling extreme sympathy and compassion for the woman's plight.
He recalled the scene when he found the woman: she was thin, with scars and burn marks on her face vividly depicting the suffering she had endured.
Mo Yan thought, if she hadn't grabbed onto the vines and tree branches during the fall, slowing down the impact, she would have probably perished at the bottom of that bottomless ravine long ago.
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