Since 'she' was humiliated, scolded, and restricted from going out by 'her' husband, 'she' began to shut herself in 'her' room again, lying in bed and showing no interest in anything, not even eating, only occasionally drinking some water. 'Her' slightly improved complexion and figure began to wither like a deflating balloon.
Madam W couldn't bear to see 'her' like this and hesitated whether to invite 'him' to come and see 'her'. Finally, she couldn't help but soften her mind and sent someone to welcome 'him' to the mansion. That day, 'he' carried 'his' medical box and rode in the carriage prepared by Madam W to the residence of the Assistant Minister of Revenue, W.
On the way, 'he' pondered how to help 'her', but couldn't figure it out until 'he' arrived. After getting off the carriage and entering the mansion, Madam W personally led 'him' to 'her' room, with 'her' maidservant following. 'She' lay curled up on 'her' side, facing away from the bed, silent. 'He' went straight to the bedside and sat down.
"Lady L..." 'He' sat down by the bed and gently called out to 'her'.
"..." This time, 'she' didn't move or respond.
"Lady L..." 'He' called 'her' again softly.
'She' slowly turned around, showing 'her' full of grievances and tears to 'him', then tried to prop herself up with hands. Seeing this, 'he' immediately asked 'her' to stay lying down, so 'she' lay on 'her' side facing 'him'.
"Let me take a look..." 'He' leaned forward, thinking of arranging 'her' arm to take 'her' pulse, but 'she' suddenly grabbed 'his' hands tightly, ignoring Madam W and 'her' maidservant beside 'her'.
"Sir... save me..." 'She' murmured, holding 'his' hands tightly, looking at 'him' with teary eyes and sobbing.
"Little Sister, the doctor can't help you like this." Madam W persuaded 'her' to let go.
'She' didn't budge, still holding 'his' hands tightly, looking at 'him' with teary eyes.
"Lady L, please let go first, let me think of a way, okay?" 'He' said gently, using a clean cloth to wipe 'her' tear-streaked face with 'his' other hand.
"Mm..." 'She' finally let go, allowing 'him' to take 'her' pulse.
While taking 'her' pulse, 'he' pondered. This was a dilemma, 'he' had no way out, no solution, no matter how powerful 'he' was, 'he' couldn't pull 'her' out of this pit. 'He' decided to prescribe some medicine to help 'her' recuperate from 'her' weak condition first, and then discuss with Assistant Minister Z for a solution. 'He' wrote the prescription and handed it to 'her' maidservant.
"Madam, it seems Lady L's condition has worsened this time. I'll prescribe some herbal medicine for her to recuperate for a few days, and then I'll come back to check on her condition and make adjustments accordingly."
"Thank you, sir!" Madam W nodded.
"Don't lie in bed all the time, remember to eat, I'll come back next time." 'He' gently instructed 'her' before leaving.
'She' lay in bed, blinking 'her' eyes and staring at 'him', nodding, reluctantly watching 'him' leave 'her' room.