Thanks to Sheng Yueqing's explanation, He Yushen was in a good mood and decided not to argue with Sheng Jingheng.

He fed Sheng Jingheng soup again, though his movements were still not gentle, at least they weren't as rough.

Sheng Jingheng didn't want to drink his soup, but he needed to replenish his strength, so he had no choice but to drink it.

However, the soup was quite delicious.

I heard from Xin Xin that Sheng Yueqing's man is a great cook. Could it be that Sheng Yueqing likes him because he's a big guy who can cook?

Sheng Yueqing examined his injuries and found that they were on his shoulder.

The blood on his face was probably from wiping away sweat.

He Yushen noticed it too, "Wife, scissors."

Sheng Yueqing sighed and found him a new pair of scissors.

He Yushen helped Sheng Jingheng cut open his clothes.

Seeing that his shoulder had been cut open, they quickly pressed it down to prevent further bleeding.

"You can't go like this, you need to go to the hospital."

Sheng Jingheng shook his head. "It's inconvenient for me to go to the hospital. Do you have any needles and thread? Could you sew it up for me?"

He Yushen's eyes widened. "Make us sew? Are you crazy?"

If something goes wrong, whose responsibility will it be?

"If anything goes wrong, I'll take full responsibility. Have your wife sew it up for me."

He Yushen was reluctant; he could sense that Sheng Jingheng was no ordinary person.

The young couple were just ordinary farmers, and they were afraid of being implicated by these powerful and influential people.

Sheng Yueqing has already gone to get the needle and thread.

"We can't wait any longer, or the wound will get infected."

"Brother Shen, get him a towel to bite on."

"Oh, right, there's a first-aid kit in the attic. Go get it."

He Yushen knew he couldn't just stand by and watch someone die, so he went up to get the medicine box.

He gave the towel to Sheng Jingheng to bite on, and supported him.

"Honey, are you really going to sew it?"

This isn't sewing clothes, it's sewing flesh.

Sheng Yueqing really did sew it.

In the past, there was an old woman in Shengjia Village whose thigh was slashed by a wild boar. She was bleeding profusely, and since she had needles and thread on her, she asked the old woman to sew it up.

She didn't dare to do it herself, but the village barefoot doctor wasn't home, and by the time she got him to the town, he would probably have bled out, so she had no choice but to do it herself.

The old man was a tough guy; even though he was sweating profusely from the pain while getting stitches, he didn't call for a stop.

Sheng Jingheng looks even more formidable.

The sterilized needle and thread pierced his flesh, and he remained completely silent.

Especially after the stitches are done, they apply another layer of medicine. When that medicine is sprinkled on the wound, most people would scream in pain.

He didn't utter a sound, but sweat kept pouring from his forehead, so he must still be in pain.

He Yushen watched the whole process with a grimace.

The needle looked like it was sewn into his body.

He admired Sheng Jingheng for not uttering a sound.

Respecting him as a man, I softened my tone and said, "I'll get you a coat."

It's past 11 p.m. now, and the temperature inside has dropped; it's very cold.

Sheng Yueqing, however, told him, "Help him upstairs to sleep."

It's not good to make the wounded sleep on the floor in such cold weather.

Since they've taken on this hot potato, let's see it through to the end.

Although He Yushen disliked it, he knew that human life was at stake, so he agreed.

He originally intended to carry Shengjing Heng in a princess carry up to the pavilion.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Jingheng was concerned about saving face, and said, "I'll leave by myself."

But he had an injury on his shoulder and seemed to have bruises on his body, so he walked very slowly.

He Yushen couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he went over and picked him up.

"What's there to be embarrassed about? Everyone gets sick sometimes."

She carried him directly to the attic in a princess carry.

Sheng Jingheng's face turned ashen.

He had never been hugged like that in his life, and he felt like he had lost his masculinity.

He's always been the king in the team, when has he ever been so weak?

He Yushen didn't care what he was thinking, threw him on the bed, and roughly slung the blanket over him.

Sheng Yueqing brought him food and anti-inflammatory medicine, telling him to take the medicine after he finished eating.

She naturally didn't dare to feed him, so she just looked at He Yushen.

He Yushen clicked his tongue. "I'll feed him."

These young masters are so delicate; they need someone to feed them even when they're injured.

Luckily he was home today, otherwise his wife would have been the one feeding him.

No, he has to come back every night from now on.

This house can only have one male head of the household.

Sheng Jingheng saw that he was unwilling, but he was unwilling himself.

He said coldly, "No need, I'll do it myself."

He Yushen immediately put it down, "Then you can do it."

Shengjing Heng...

Why do these men act unpredictably?

He had been injured before, and his subordinates had tried to feed him, but he refused.

But the subordinates will still persist.

Why did this big guy suddenly decide not to feed them?

But he couldn't ask him for help, and it was just a shoulder injury.

He picked up the bowl and ate by himself.

Although only his shoulder was scratched, he had actually been hit all over his body.

Every movement caused me to sweat profusely from the pain.

Only He Yushen, that careless fellow, didn't see it and ran downstairs to wash the floor.

The room smelled of blood just now.

He had to wash himself clean so as not to arouse suspicion.

After washing the floor, I went to wash Sheng Jingheng's blood-stained clothes.

I'm so glad I got a bathroom back then, it makes doing these things much easier.

Otherwise, it would be inconvenient if other shops used public water pools.

After He Yushen finished washing everything, he went to ventilate the room.

I sprayed some more perfume and waited until the smell was completely gone after two hours of ventilation before I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When they went upstairs again, Sheng Jingheng had already taken his anti-inflammatory medication and fallen asleep.

Sheng Yueqing continued making clothes for Miss Chu.

He Yushen came over and massaged her shoulders. "Thank you for your hard work. How about you teach me how to sew?"

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