I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 48: Men and Women Working Together

At night, the rain did not cease, and the accumulated water covering the Imperial Palace had not receded.

There were no stars or moon in the night sky, and the ground reflected the light from the glazed tiles on the palace roofs, creating a patchwork of mottled phosphorescence.

Gu Lan learned from the young prince that not only was Rong Heng unharmed, but he also saved him and Yan Qing. After handing him over to her, Rong Heng left the Wenyuan Pavilion.

Yuan Lang deceived her by saying Rong Heng was in critical condition, likely to avoid her, so he could rescue someone more important.

Everyone has their own ambitions; she thought it didn’t matter to her.

The group returned to the Wenyuan Pavilion, allowing Gu Lan to put her mind at ease and reluctantly close her eyes to rest for a moment.

Outside, torches were lit, and the rejuvenated imperial guard and guards appeared in groups, wading through the waters, trying to calm the anxious Palace Attendants. However, in the darkness, countless people remained trapped in various parts of the Imperial Palace.

In the distance, Zhang Fengcai’s voice rose.

He loudly delivered the Emperor’s decree, indicating that this flood was merely an accident. The Emperor, Empress, and Empress Dowager were all safe and sound. Craftsmen and guards were already working to clear the river channels and moats, urging everyone not to panic.

Beside Zhang Fengcai, shadowy figures moved stealthily in the dark, carrying some unconscious people and laying them on the ground.

Rong Miaoyan spoke up, "Those shadows are from the Inner Supervision. The Inner Supervision was newly established after Father became Emperor, comprising highly skilled eunuchs. The commander is Zhang Fengcai, the official from Qianyuan Hall."

Gu Lan felt a twitch in her brow, recalling the time she beat up the little eunuch at Xiaoxiang Palace, presumably sent by the Inner Supervision to specifically monitor Rong Heng.

At this moment, the Wenyuan Pavilion, being on higher ground and having several levels, had become a temporary refuge.

At the entrance, there were layers of parasols stacked, occasionally being brought in by guards, carrying a lethargic palace maid or eunuch inside for placement.

There were also two old imperial doctors tossed in by the imperial guards, now responsible for treating people here.

Gu Lan hadn’t seen Zijin, but Rong Yunhao’s personal maid was rescued to Wenyuan Pavilion and informed Gu Lan that Zijin was safe at Xiefang Palace.

She pressed her brow, feeling the sourness, realizing her clothing was clinging to her skin, soiled with filthy muddy water, with a foul stench lingering in the air; it couldn’t be worse.

She would rather be beaten by Rong Qijun than roll around in the mud.

The Wenyuan Pavilion was lit with lamps and had braziers burning, illuminating fearful and uneasy faces.

"We won’t die here, will we..."

"The Emperor is fine, what nonsense are you talking about."

"Could such a disaster be a warning from the heavens to our Dayan?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"I want to go home, I miss my mother—"

Everyone murmured to themselves gently, the atmosphere filled with confusion and despair.

The Imperial Physicians from the Imperial Hospital had gone to treat the Noble ones in various palaces, leaving the old imperial doctor and his apprentice as the unlucky ones randomly thrown to the Wenyuan Pavilion.

The old imperial doctor, in despair, opened his bundle, revealing all sorts of herbs, and began treating the unconscious and injured.

Gu Lan took a deep breath, took off her outer robe, and approached an unconscious little eunuch.

The little eunuch had hit his head on a stone, rendering him unconscious. His left leg had a deep gash, source unknown, yet he hadn’t woken up. The old imperial doctor examined him and then left, shaking his head.

"He’s already feverish; when he wakes up, he’ll either be dumb or will need the inflamed leg amputated. I’m not skilled in treating external injuries, and we lack supplies. Just try to cool him down first."

"I need to save others first."

Gu Lan looked around, sniffing the air.

Her gaze settled on a tall guard standing at the entrance of the Wenyuan Pavilion.

The guard’s face was caked with mud, obscuring his features, yet he was notably tall.

She approached and directly reached into his embrace.

"Young Master, th-this is inappropriate!" The guard flushed red from his ears.

"Borrowing it."

Gu Lan pulled out a large bundle of black cloth from the guard’s embrace.

She tore a strip of the black cloth and soaked it in a basin of previously boiled and cooled water, turning the water into a mild saline solution.

The black cloth from the guard’s embrace was a type of salt cloth soldiers carried during ancient campaigns. This cloth was boiled in salt, and when used, the cloth was tossed into water, dissolving the salt.

She extended her hand and looked at Miaoyan, "Help me wash my hands."

Miaoyan understood her meaning and slowly poured the saline water over her hands.

After washing her hands, Gu Lan used the mild saline water to carefully clean the wounds on the little eunuch, swollen from exposure to sewage.

The little eunuch suddenly awoke, starting to cry.

Gu Lan’s head ached, "If you want to live, shut up!"

The little eunuch gazed at her handsome, clear-cut features, stunned, then recalled all the notorious tales about the Young Master Gu and dared not speak.

Gu Lan poured the remaining saline solution over his wound, repeatedly rinsing it.

She retrieved a sharp dagger from her boot, washed it with clean water and soaked it in strong liquor. Then she cleaned the burst dirty blood off the little eunuch and took some gauze from the Imperial Physician to bandage him, during which the little eunuch yelped in pain.

"Haven’t eaten pork, but have you never seen a pig run?"

Having been injured many times, Gu Lan was most adept at emergency treatment for external injuries.

In fact, she was more skilled at sawing off the little eunuch’s leg... but considering he already lost one, losing another seemed a bit pitiful.

After bandaging the wound, Gu Lan lazily lifted her eyelids and said, "For seven days, try not to let the wound touch water, and remember to take your medicine."

"Th-thank you, Young Master."

Gu Lan scratched her head, sensing a lack of medicine, feeling this little eunuch couldn’t reduce his fever and the wound might still worsen.

At that moment, Rong Heng walked in step by step from outside the Wenyuan Pavilion.

He had returned to the Xiaoxiang Palace earlier and found that the old, dilapidated palace was quite sturdy, and most of the scrolls left by the Xiao Family inside were intact.

And White, hidden in the corner, had already taken Erhua away herself, the two cats huddling together, still meowing on the tree, mocking him.

Rong Heng sneered coldly at White and tossed his saved cat food away.

He held a medicine bottle, his voice gently reaching Gu Lan’s ears:

"These are the medicines I usually take, for you."

As he spoke, Rong Heng raised his hand, and the porcelain bottle drew a parabola in the air, which Gu Lan caught with an uplifted hand.

She forcefully pressed her thumb, opening the wooden stopper of the medicine bottle, sniffed, couldn’t pinpoint it, just a medicinal smell, yet it was uniquely Rong Heng’s scent.

Considering Rong Heng’s frequency of injuries, this medicine must be anti-inflammatory.

She didn’t bother asking what it was, directly fed a pill to the little eunuch.

The Imperial Physician watched the whole time Gu Lan’s crisp and decisive rescue and couldn’t even write out a prescription, saying in surprise, "Young Master, you know medicine?"

Gu Lan replied coldly, "What did you call me?"

"Young Mas—no wonder, this is a military doctor’s approach."

In a loyal and brave family like the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, even the household soldiers were battle-hardened, teaching the Young Master some external injury care methods wasn’t surprising, the Imperial Physician successfully convinced himself.

"Then Young Master... the flood damage is severe now, everyone is injured, I really can’t save them alone, could you help bandage those with external injuries?"

Gu Lan: "No."

The Imperial Physician: "..."

Leaning against a wooden chair, she rested her eyes for two seconds, then suddenly opened them wide, clutching the porcelain bottle tightly.

Her clear, sharp eyes were already bloodshot.

Annoying!

Gu Lan began assisting the Imperial Physician in bandaging the injured eunuch.

Rong Miaoyan wasn’t idle either, leading a few palace maids, setting up a stove to brew medicine nearby.

The uninjured palace attendants, seeing the infamous Young Master and the noble Princess Ning’an busy, blushed slightly and also got up to help.

However, more people might actually cause trouble instead of helping.

After almost being put in a bind by a clumsy little maid, Miaoyan’s eyebrows raised, she quickly issued instructions and within a few words had the people divided into groups for tasks, making the Wenyuan Pavilion orderly in no time.

Gu Lan glanced at Rong Miaoyan in surprise, not expecting the Princess Ning’an to have such a capability in commanding people and managing affairs.

Rong Heng, hidden in a corner, pulled out bottle after bottle of anti-inflammatory and painkillers, using inner strength to toss them by Gu Lan’s side, making sure not to be noticed by Little Fu.

—Being discovered wasn’t much of a concern, after all, getting injured every day, having a stock of medicine was normal.

These were the medicines he arduously asked Jiu to make from leftover herbal dregs over the years, including those Gu Lan gave him earlier, which he was reluctant to use.

Didn’t expect they’d benefit this group today.

Rong Heng not only had to throw medicines but also needed to assist Gu Lan in rescue medicine preparation online, secretly guiding Rong Miaoyan and the maid to brew medicine, and then helping the old Imperial Physician in diagnosis behind the scenes.

He cursed that the Imperial Physician was really useless,

Then, Rong Heng watched the busy figure of Gu Lan, accompanied by a little maid, while a princess wiped his sweat when tired.

He felt a bit proud, yet with an inexplicable sense of grievance.

It’s like the feeling of a little brother having grown up and achieved something.