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"Ninth Sister, Young Master Hua has brought someone back who was bitten on the right ankle by a bear while hunting. The bones have been set, but the tendons are severed. The Imperial Physicians have no solution, so he came to seek your help. The patient is now settled in the tenth room of the East Wing Room," Yang Chengxuan briefly explained the situation.

Yang Mengchen nodded, "Uncle Heng, remember to arrange the carriage to pick up my eldest and second brothers."

"Yes, this servant understands," Uncle Heng said respectfully.

Then, she instructed Mo Mei and Shao Yao to take Long Yingtong back to Mengchen Courtyard. Long Yingtong was reluctant, but Yang Mengchen stopped urging her. She asked Hai Tang and Bai He to go back to their room to fetch her medical box and medicine bag, and the group swiftly made their way to the East Wing Room.

Several soldiers in military attire stood outside the room, each with a grave expression. Upon seeing Long Xuanmo and his sister, they promptly knelt down and paid homage, "This lowly one greets the Prince, greets Princess Ronghua (Long Yingtong's noble title). May the Prince live for thousands of years, may Princess Ronghua live for thousands of years!"

"Stand up," Long Xuanmo said coldly, "Has Prince Situ been injured?"

Before they could reply, Hua Ziyu, hearing the voices from inside, hurried out. He was breathless, his pale complexion tinged with a trace of blue, "Ms. Yang, please save Wenkai; he's a soldier, and if..." If Wenkai became crippled, he wouldn't be able to return to the battlefield, which would be exceedingly cruel for him.

"If you want to die, don't come looking for me again in the future!" Interrupting Hua Ziyu's unfinished words, Yang Mengchen tossed him a medicine bottle.

Hua Ziyu was both embarrassed and moved, "I was just careless because I was worried about Wenkai," he said as he explained and swallowed a pill.

When everyone in the room saw Yang Mengchen and her company enter, they first paid respects to Long Xuanmo and his sister before turning their gaze to Yang Mengchen, their eyes filled with surprise and inquiry.

Could such a young girl really cure Prince Situ's severed tendons? Was Nobleman Hua joking?

However, on the way there, Nobleman Hua had warned them not to act rashly, so despite their doubts, they didn't voice them.

One of the youths hadn't thought too much about it and stepped forward, cupping his hands and bowing deeply to Yang Mengchen, "Please, Ms. Yang, you must heal my elder brother. If you can cure him, I, Situ Wenzheng, am at your service for life." After speaking, he bowed again.

"Young Master Situ, please rise," Yang Mengchen lifted her hand and, ignoring the odd looks from others, walked over to the bedside, bent down, removed the white socks from Situ Wenkai's right foot, and unwrapped the white cloth binding the wound, revealing an injury that had already been treated with medicine and begun to form a scab.

Pus was oozing from the wound, and Yang Mengchen's eyebrows furrowed slightly before she carefully examined the condition.

Everyone's eyes were wide open.

Boys and girls are not supposed to sit together after the age of seven, yet Ms. Yang dared to remove a man's white socks in public. Even though it was to examine his condition, it was shockingly unconventional.

With a sharp and icy glare, Long Xuanmo sat down in a chair next to him, took the hot tea Mo Yun had poured, blew on it, and took an elegant sip, watching the scene unfold before him with envious peripheral vision.

After entering the room, Hua Ziyu quickly walked to the head of the bed and, noticing everyone's astonished and inexplicable gaze, he glanced over them as if in warning.

Yang Chengxuan also glared fiercely at everyone.

The crowd felt a chill, the Prince's and Nobleman Hua's looks were terrifying, prompting them to restrain their out-of-place thoughts, but their curiosity about Yang Mengchen grew.

Meanwhile, Long Yingtong sat quietly beside, her eyes only on her Sister Mengchen, with Mo Mei and Shao Yao standing behind her.

After a moment, Yang Mengchen stood up straight, pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, and then threw it to the ground, "Your wound is already infected. I must remove the decayed flesh to see the extent of the illness before I can determine if there's a cure."

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