Steward Mo hurried forward to support Chu Fengqing. When he heard Ji Yujin’s name, a trace of worry appeared in his eyes. “The Master is in the East Courtyard. The imperial physicians have arrived.”
Steward Mo already knew Chu Fengqing’s identity, but his master didn’t mind, so as a servant, he certainly wouldn’t mind either.
Chu Fengqing was about to leave just as Lao Mo finished speaking, but as he took a step, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground. He was in such a miserable state. Only then did he realize that he had forgotten to call a carriage.
Steward Mo wanted to help Chu Fengqing over, but he pushed him away. “It’s fine, I can walk by myself.”
He tried to walk more steadily, but his steps did not slow down at all. When he reached the east courtyard, he pushed open the door, and basins of blood filled the whole room with the smell of blood.
Chu Fengqing was slightly stunned, and his face, which had originally had some color, turned pale again in an instant.
He walked forward slowly. Ji Yujin was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, unconscious. The bedsheets were stained with blood. His lips had turned pale due to excessive blood loss, and his brows were furrowed with pain.
Chu Fengqing clenched his fists, the knuckles turned white and made a teeth-grinding sound. He forced himself to calm down. He had to calm down at this moment.
He walked forward to check the wound. An imperial physician pressed the wound with gauze. The blood had soaked the gauze, and the imperial physician’s hands were covered in blood, which was very eye-catching.
The imperial physicians were stunned when they saw his appearance. They had all seen Chu Fengqing in women’s clothing, so they were somewhat surprised to see a man who looked exactly like the “Madam” coming over. However, they quickly realized that this should be the “Madam’s” twin brother—Chu Fengqing.
Ji Yujin was fine otherwise, except that the bleeding from his wound wouldn’t stop, and he passed out due to excessive blood loss.
If the “Madam’s” medical skills are so amazing, then “Madam’s” master’s medical skills should be even more amazing. When Chu Fengqing was using the identity of Chu Yinyin, he once said that his medical skills were taught by his brother.
Several worried imperial physicians seemed to have found their backbone and looked at him one after another. Chu Fengqing pursed his lips, his expression slowly calmed down, and he walked to the basin on the side to wash his hands carefully before coming back.
He said to the imperial physician who was pressing the gauze, “I’ll do it.”
The imperial physician gave up his position to him.
He lifted the gauze, and the blood on it was sticky like a paste. The wound on his waist was so deep and wide that it made his breathing slightly choke.
In order to find the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding, he asked Steward Mo to disinfect his silver needles according to the method used last time.
After that, he just needs to find the acupuncture point and insert the needles.
He was usually known for his calmness, but this time his hand that was holding the silver needle was trembling slightly. The previous Ji Yujin was an insignificant stranger to him, so he was naturally not afraid.
But now some things have changed, so much so that he doesn’t even dare to insert the needle.
Chu Fengqing’s nose was covered with sweat. If there was any mistake, Ji Yujin would not be able to hold on. Obviously, he could always insert accurately…
He gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on the silver needle, and finally let go, looking up at Imperial Physician Li, who was standing beside him and said, “You do it.”
**The person lying there was not some insignificant person, but someone he admired and liked. He could not be that strong, nor could he be so focused.
As soon as he saw him, his mind was completely distracted.
Imperial Physician Li looked at him in surprise. Everyone was proficient in different parts of the body. Although he knew how to use silver needles, but he didn’t know how to stop bleeding. The Imperial Medical Bureau served the royal palace and the families of the powerful, so it was not proficient in external injuries and therefore found it difficult to start every time.
Chu Fengqing’s breathing was still a little rapid. He tried his best to breathe steadily. “I will point to the acupuncture points, and you insert the needles.”
Imperial Physician Li then relaxed and took the needles from his hand. He pierced several acupuncture points, and the bleeding stopped visibly.
The bleeding stopped, and everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Fengqing breathed a sigh of relief. He found a suture device from the medicine box. The wound was not neat and torn, so it would be difficult to heal on its own.
Ji Yujin was unconscious at the moment, and an imperial physician suggested suturing him directly, but Chu Fengqing disagreed. He was afraid that Ji Yujin would feel pain. He looked at Ji Yujin’s furrowed brows and didn’t want him to suffer any pain at all.
Last time, Chu Fengqing used his last asthma medicine to give Ji Yujin to relieve the pain, but he didn’t need to do that this time. He specially prepared a bottle of Mafei San in the medicine box just now.
He dissolved the Mafei San flowers in water and wanted to make him drink it directly, but it always flowed down from the corners of his mouth, resulting in half a bowl of Mafei San being wasted.
When everyone was at a loss, Chu Fengqing picked up the bowl and took a sip, then leaned over and covered his lips, pried open his lips with his tongue, and passed the medicine to him.
Suddenly, one could hear a pin drop in the room.
Those mouths of those old imperial physicians with white beards were big enough to fit an apple. They turned away one by one, fearing that they would see some shocking scene again.
In their hearts, they comforted themselves that a human life was at stake, human life was at stake, and he had to be prudent at this time. Physician Chu’s love was boundless, and he was worthy of their learning.
Yes, that’s it.
When Chu Fengqing looked up again, he wiped the remaining water stains on his lips with his hand, not caring about other people’s eyes at all. He was so different from the Chu Fengqing in the past, who always adhered to the gentleman’s way and behavior.
It seems that everything has changed, yet it seems that nothing has changed.
Qing Niao and Chu Fengqing came back together. He and Lao Mo were the only ones present who did not look particularly surprised, after all, they knew the inside story.
Qing Niao stood at the door holding a sword, his expression so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it. The sword was originally aimed at him, and Ji Yujin blocked the sword for him. In this line of work, it is common to get injured slightly. There are only a few days in a year when the body is well. It’s really like hanging their head on their belt.
Ji Yujin is a martial arts expert, so he is one of the people who suffers the least injuries in the depot, but every time he is injured, it is always serious.
His master has saved him many times, and he owes his master many lives. He is afraid that he will never be able to repay his master in this lifetime.
Lao Mo walked back and forth worriedly but didn’t dare to go up and ask, for fear of disturbing them, and his hands were clenched tightly.
Chu Fengqing calculated the time and waited for the drug to take effect before he started to stitch.
The imperial physicians gathered around again. Chu Fengqing had taught them this strange method of stitching last time, but they had never practiced it on a human body. After all, the people they served were either rich or noble, and they would not do it unless they were absolutely sure.
After the stitches were done, Chu Fengqing’s clean hands were covered in blood, and his forehead was soaked with sweat. He moved his head closer and could hear Ji Yujin’s heartbeat, still so strong.
Still good.
The imperial physicians in the room was a little confused when he saw his actions. What kind of disease could be detected by listening to the heartbeat? As expected, his medical skills was extensive and profound. It was their limited knowledge. They would definitely ask for advice in the future.
After washing his hands, Chu Fengqing took Ji Yujin’s pulse again and then prescribed a prescription based on the pulse condition, and this was just the simplest step.
The really difficult part came later. After the imperial physicians left, Chu Fengqing stayed by Ji Yujin’s side without leaving. Lao Mo brought him food and asked Chu Fengqing to rest for a while after eating, but he refused.
He had treated an old lady before, and everything seemed to be fine after she took the medicine. His son stayed by her side day and night for three days. Seeing that her complexion looked better and her pulse became stronger, his son thought of making some rice porridge for his mother so that she could eat it after she woke up.
It happened that there was no rice at home, and the market was not far from his home, so he went out with the silver. After just a few steps, when he came back, his mother had passed away. He stayed there for three days and nights but didn’t even see his mother for the last time. It was a lifelong regret.
Chu Fengqing was also afraid, although not that seriously.
At night, Ji Yujin developed a high fever. Chu Fengqing changed the water in basin after basin. After a night, Ji Yujin’s temperature was barely lowered. However, Chu Fengqing’s asthma almost flared up, and he had to take several pills to suppress it.
Ji Yujin did not wake up for several days. His wound became inflamed repeatedly and his pulse was so weak that it could not be detected.
Everyone was extremely panicked. Li Yu and some of Ji Yujin’s friends came to see him, which alarmed the emperor. The imperial physicians kept shaking their heads, and even the Ji Mansion had already begun preparing for his funeral.
Only Chu Fengqing remained calm as always. He tried all the methods he could think of. He had almost torn all the ancient books and medical texts to pieces. His face was as pale as a dead person.
On that night, when Chu Fengqing was at his wit’s end, he lay quietly beside Ji Yujin, his eyes extremely calm. He was only panicked when the acupuncture was performed, but later he calmed down. Only when his mind was extremely clear could he use the medicine accurately and diagnose the disease.
He closed his sore eyes. What would he do if Ji Yujin died…
Suddenly, the person next to him moved, and Chu Fengqing’s body froze instantly. He even suspected that it was his illusion.
At this moment Ji Yujin moved again, his eyelashes trembled slightly, Chu Fengqing pursed his lips, his eyes fixed on him.
Finally, when the morning sun shone in through the window, Ji Yujin gently opened his eyes, and the morning sun turned the whole room orange.
Ji Yujin frowned and shook his head, seeming to be still a little unconscious. Until the pain in his waist activated his nerves, his mind slowly became clear. He gasped with a hiss, but his sight fell on Chu Fengqing, who was lying beside him.
He opened his mouth, but his throat was so sore and hoarse that he couldn’t make a sound. After a while, he finally squeezed out a sound: “Qing’er, why are you here?”
Chu Fengqing had suppressed his emotions for so long, but because of his voice, all his calmness collapsed. The emotions of the past few days suddenly surged up, making his eyes red. Perhaps it was because of this time that made people vulnerable, or maybe it was because of the person in front of him. The sadness, fatigue, and despair of the whole day swept over him and soon overwhelmed him.
He gritted his teeth, his expression slightly cold, but his eyes never left him.
Ji Yujin met his eyes and was slightly stunned. What… happened?
He stared into Chu Fengqing’s eyes, and seeing that he was unhappy, he hooked his lips and jokingly said, “Are you feeling sorry for me because I’m injured?”
He reached out and touched his eyelashes. “Look at your eyes, they are all red. Have you been crying secretly?”
Chu Fengqing didn’t say anything but just stepped back a little to avoid Ji Yujin’s touch, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.
When no one responded, the room fell silent.
Ji Yujin’s adam apple slid, and he felt his mouth dry. Normally, he would probably get a cold shoulder from Chu Fengqing if he spoke like this, but what happened today?
No words, no eye rolls, not even a denial…
So… does this mean that Chu Fengqing agrees with what he said?
He felt sorry for him?!
The author has something to say:
Dog Ji would not pretend to be sick. Ji Yujin truly loved Fengqing. Fengqing had asthma, so he would never use this method to make him anxious. Yes, that’s right, Dog Ji was very good…
In addition, this novel is mainly about emotions, and all the plots serve the emotions and the protagonist, so only necessary plots about the court are written, and the rest will not be elaborated.
