The Lucky Farm Girl-Chapter 57 - First Encounter _1

Chapter 57: Chapter 57 First Encounter _1

Chapter 57 -57 First Encounter _1

Luo Jingrui had always managed to keep his emotions from showing on his face, and Doctor Luo was seeing him express his feelings openly for the first time, which made him sense the severity of the situation. He hurriedly put down his chopsticks, stood up, and he and Luo Jingrui rushed back to the Apricot Forest Hall, with Yang Cheng’an following closely behind.

Lady Luo had no desire to stay any longer and, after apologizing to Yang Mengchen, prepared to take Luo Jingyao back with her.

Someone was sent to inform Nangong Lingfei, Yang Mengchen, and his three older brothers, as well as Lady Luo and her son as they hurried to Apricot Forest Hall, which Magistrate Xiao’s family also attended.

In the back courtyard of Apricot Forest Hall lay a young man with his eyes tightly shut, lying flat on a bed, his face as white as snow, with no trace of color, and no movement in his chest.

A few young men were either standing or sitting, all staring intently at Doctor Luo’s hand as he took the pulse, their expressions heavy and anxious.

Seeing one of them, dressed in luxurious clothing, Xiao Hongtao’s expression changed dramatically, and he quickly knelt down to pay homage, “I greet Prince Chen. I was unaware of Prince Chen’s arrival and failed to welcome you properly. Please forgive me, Your Highness!”

Yang Mengchen frowned slightly but still followed suit and knelt to pay his respects.

Prince Chen?

The same Prince Chen who was rumored to have gone to the battlefield at the age of ten and defeated the Three Kingdoms Allied Army, earning fame from a single battle? The Prince Chen, known as the Juvenile War God of Dongchu Country, Long Xuanmo?

But wasn’t Long Xuanmo always stationed at the border? Why was he here now?

“Rise,” said Long Xuanmo with a wave of his hand, his eyes, however, stayed on Yang Mengchen, who had frowned for a moment while paying homage earlier. Even though it was a fleeting change, he caught it clearly.

Perceiving Long Xuanmo’s curious gaze, Yang Mengchen looked back calmly.

Wearing a flawless White Jade Crown, with a cold and pale complexion, his dark, deep eyes held a sharp edge. His high nose and stunning lips gave off a noble, elegant, and aloof aura, exuding a powerful presence that commanded respect.

When he noticed Yang Mengchen immediately avert her gaze, a hint of surprise flickered through Long Xuanmo’s eyes. This young girl was quite interesting.

He was only fifteen, handsome as he was and the legitimate son of the Empress. Not to mention the borderlands, in The Capital, countless young ladies from reputable families secretly pined for him, desperate to marry him. However, the look in the young girl’s eyes held admiration without obsession, and even a certain respect mixed with distance. He could feel that she wasn’t avoiding him because of his status; she genuinely did not want to have anything to do with him.

Ever since taking the pill developed by his sister, Yang Chengrong and his brothers’ senses had become significantly sharper. Seeing Long Xuanmo’s gaze fixed on their sister, despite the awe they felt towards Long Xuanmo, they firmly positioned themselves around her, blocking Long Xuanmo’s line of sight.

Long Xuanmo didn’t mind and turned his attention to Doctor Luo, who was taking the pulse.

“Father, how is he?” Luo Jingrui asked impatiently as he saw Doctor Luo withdraw his hand.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Doctor Luo, their feelings tense and fearful.

Shaking his head, Doctor Luo’s eyes were filled with regret and self-reproach. “I can’t feel his breath or pulse, I am helpless to save him!”

Luo Jingrui and Long Xuanmo suddenly stood up, their faces pale and their expressions blank with shock – clearly unwilling to believe that the person on the bed was beyond hope.

Yang Chengrong and his brothers felt compassionate for the untimely demise of the young man.

Yang Cheng’an, like Doctor Luo, felt deep regret for failing to save the young man’s life.

Everyone else’s faces changed abruptly, their eyes filled with grief and worry as they looked at the young man.

Yang Mengchen furrowed her brows slightly, about to say something, but then she saw a guard dressed in black kowtow heavily on the ground by the bed, his voice as agonizing and desperate as a wounded beast, “I am incompetent, having failed to protect my master. I shall apologize with my death!” He drew his long sword, ready to commit suicide.

With a sweep of her bare hand, she knocked the guard’s longsword to the ground and hurried to the bedside. She reached out to unfasten the man’s outer robe and leaned over his chest to listen, “Young Master Luo, when did he lose his pulse?”

Everyone was stunned by Yang Mengchen’s audacious act, especially Long Xuanmo, whose brows furrowed tightly, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable inside.

The four Yang brothers looked anxiously on. If word of this incident spread, their sister’s reputation would be utterly ruined, yet it was not appropriate to remind her in front of everyone.

Hearing Yang Mengchen’s question to Luo Jingrui, the first to snap back to his senses, Long Xuanmo said, “Less than a quarter of an hour ago.”

The time wasn’t long, the man’s body still soft and emanating a hint of warmth. Yang Mengchen immediately took off her shoes, knelt on the bed, and began to strip the man of his upper clothes completely.

“What are you doing?” The guard who was about to commit suicide in apology shouted loudly.

Looking calmly at the guard, Yang Mengchen said coldly, “If you don’t want him to die, shut up!” At the same time, an imposing aura of authority that comes from being long in a position of power instantly diffused, leaving not only the guard trembling all over in shock and hastily sealing his mouth, but also causing everyone else’s faces to change color, while Long Xuanmo narrowed his eyes slightly.

It was Doctor Luo who thought of something and asked excitedly, “Little miss, do you have a way to revive Ziyu?”

“I should be able to.” It turned out this young man was none other than Hua Ziyu, whom Uncle Luo had mentioned was born with a frail body.

“What is that method?”

“I’ll explain it slowly to Uncle Luo later.” Reverting to a calmer demeanor, Yang Mengchen smiled at Doctor Luo and then said to Yang Cheng’an, “Seventh Brother, come here. After I press down thirty times, you pinch his nose, give him two breaths into his mouth, and then let go.”

Yang Cheng’an immediately walked over to the bedside.

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Stacking her hands, Yang Mengchen began to perform Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation on Hua Ziyu’s chest.

Watching his sister’s actions and silently counting to thirty, Yang Cheng’an followed her instructions, giving Hua Ziyu breaths, and then letting go.

Yang Mengchen continued pressing, and Yang Cheng’an continued giving breaths.

Once, twice, thrice…

Watching the siblings work together seamlessly, everyone held their breath collectively, all doubting internally whether such actions could truly bring Hua Ziyu back to life. It seemed too miraculous, unless Ms. Yang was a fairy descended to earth; perhaps then, it could be possible.

However, other than watching the brother and sister repeatedly perform this set of actions, there was nothing else the crowd could do.

Just as Yang Cheng’an was about to give Hua Ziyu another breath, he suddenly felt a faint trace of breath brush over his hand. He froze for a moment before disbelievingly widening his eyes and, shaking, placed his index finger under Hua Ziyu’s nose, “Nine… Ninth sister… there’s breath…”

Doctor Luo, Luo Jingrui, and Long Xuanmo all rushed to the bedside, one to check the pulse, one to sense the breath, and another to feel the neck. They indeed found a faint pulse and slight throbbing in the neck and a soft breath beneath the nose—one that was almost imperceptible but real nonetheless.

“He’s truly alive!” Doctor Luo exclaimed with wild joy, while Luo Jingrui and Long Xuanmo also showed delight on their faces.

Upon hearing this good news, everyone was astoundingly shocked and incredulous.

Someone thought to be beyond hope had come back to life in the blink of an eye—who would believe it? Yet, with the confirmation from Doctor Luo and the others, there was no doubt. Could Ms. Yang indeed be a fairy descended from heaven? Otherwise, how could Hua Ziyu come back to life from death?

And the black-clad guard, like a child, was in tears, though from overwhelming joy.