Chapter 70 Heart disease needs heart medicine

Seeing that something was wrong with him, Song Yanxi frowned slightly and silently picked up the needle bag at hand.

Catching a glimpse of her movements, Mo Jinchuan hurriedly said, "Zihuan, take your younger brothers and sisters back to school first."

Zihuan nodded hurriedly, grabbed Zixu's arm and was about to leave.

Jiaojiao, who was nestled in Song Yanxi's arms, suddenly became unhappy and quickly reminded him, "Second brother, second brother, there's Jiaojiao!"

She slid down from Song Yanxi's arms by wiggling her legs, trotted after him, and grabbed Zihuan's hand.

But after taking only two steps, the little girl realized something was wrong.

She stopped, turned to look at Mo Jinchuan, and asked in a baby voice, "Daddy, Jiaojiao also wants to study?"

Without waiting for Mo Jinchuan to answer, Zihuan picked her up and walked out.

"Oh no! Second brother is so bad, put Jiaojiao down quickly!" When the little girl came to her senses, it was already too late.

Listening to the voices of protest gradually fading away, Song Yanxi sat down at the table and poured herself a cup of tea.

She had no intention of prying into other people's privacy, but since His Royal Highness Prince Jin was willing to talk, she didn't mind being a listener.

After all, she was planning to be the stepmother of these children, so it would not hurt to know more about them.

Mo Jinchuan didn't rush to explain. Instead, he pulled the corners of his pale lips and smiled, "Zihuan likes you very much."

"Your Highness can even see this?" Song Yanxi raised his eyebrows in surprise.

After she finished speaking, she fell silent.

No one knows a son better than his father. Look at what she just asked.

To ease the awkwardness, Song Yanxi coughed lightly and asked, "Why is the Second Young Master unwilling to talk to others?"

Most oral diseases are congenital, and a small number of people can make humming sounds, but they have a mouth but cannot speak.

Although Zihuan didn't say much just now, his speech and voice were clear, which was more like the stuttering described in medical records.

Stuttering can be either congenital or acquired. Congenital stuttering is difficult to cure, while acquired stuttering may be caused by persistent high fever or some stimulation.

Meeting her inquiring gaze, Mo Jinchuan lowered his voice, "Zihuan witnessed his mother's tragic death when he was young."

Song Yanxi nodded. "No wonder that child always seems to be so distant. His childhood experiences have had a huge impact on him."

"Is there a solution?" Mo Jinchuan asked.

"Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine, and the person himself must be willing to move on."

Thinking of something, Song Yanxi sighed and said, "If the enemy is still there, letting him avenge his mother personally might help him resolve his emotional issues."

Mo Jinchuan closed his eyes, his voice tinged with a barely perceptible sadness, "He killed that man with his own hands."

Song Yanxi's eyebrows jumped fiercely, "How old was the Second Young Master at that time?"

Judging from Zihuan's stature, he is no more than eleven or twelve years old this year.

Mo Jinchuan didn't say anything, but just lay on the bed and looked at the gauze curtain quietly, as if he was trapped in some bad memories.

Song Yanxi couldn't help but stand up, remembering what her master once said: people who have experienced war will find it difficult to forget the painful memories for the rest of their lives even after retiring from the battlefield.

If she remembered correctly, there should be half a box of calming incense in the medicine box. His Royal Highness Prince Jin would probably feel better if he lit some.

"Strange, I clearly remember putting it here." Song Yanxi couldn't help but mutter softly while rummaging through the medicine box, completely unaware that there was a pair of eyes behind her, nervously following her movements.

Mo Jinchuan frowned and tried to sit up by supporting himself on the bed with his hands.

But this one action, which was so simple for him in the past, is now impossible for him to do.

There was a piercing pain in his legs, and within a few breaths, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

The dry quilt on his body was also wet with sweat and stuck to his body stickyly.

Mo Jinchuan realized something belatedly and his pale face turned red in an instant. He looked at the slender figure not far away and turned his gaze away as if escaping.

His palms, rough from years of sword practice, slowly moved down his chest. When he touched the waistband of his pants, the tense feeling in his heart instantly relaxed.

fine……

Song Yanxi, holding the incense box and wanting to ask Mo Jinchuan where the incense burner was, turned around and saw the bulge in the brocade quilt, and her fair little face turned red in an instant.

She tried to turn around in a hurry, but accidentally kicked the table leg, and the two of them looked at each other in panic.

Seeing her face was so red that it seemed like blood was about to drip out, Mo Jinchuan instantly understood something and hurriedly took out his hands to prove his innocence.

But his action undoubtedly proved to Song Yanxi that he knew what she was thinking at the moment...

"Pah!" The wooden box fell from his hand, and the perfume powder inside scattered all over the floor.

Song Yanxi quickly squatted down, lowering her head while picking up the box, so that no one could see her already hot face.

It was already rude to think of someone in a dirty way, but she actually let others notice her thoughts.

This is so embarrassing...

Mo Jinchuan was no less panicked than she was. He pretended to be calm and changed the subject, saying, "The man Zihuan killed was his biological father. He was already dead by the time I got there."

"I see." Song Yanxi only wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, and didn't hear the previous words clearly at all. She only caught the last few words.

She adjusted her breathing, making sure the heat in her cheeks wasn't too scary, then quickly stood up and said goodbye.

We can't stay in Prince Jin's Mansion for even a moment.

Mo Jinchuan blurted out: "Are you leaving now?"

Realizing his loss of composure, he quickly said, "I'll have someone send the girl back."

"Sorry, I have other things to do." Song Yanxi refused without even looking up. Her eyes fell on the empty box in her hand and she said, "The wound will be a little painful these days. If Your Highness wants to recover faster, you can no longer use the painkillers you used before."

She thought Mo Jinchuan would hesitate, but unexpectedly he just said "OK" and agreed so readily.

Instead, it seemed that Song Yanxi's worries were unnecessary.

But when he thought about his heroic deeds of going deep into the enemy camp, taking on a hundred enemies alone and capturing the enemy commander alive, causing the enemy to surrender without a fight and voluntarily cede three cities, Song Yanxi suddenly felt that everything made sense.

Medicines were scarce on the battlefield, and many soldiers who were injured were just sprinkled with wood ash, and the rest had to be dealt with on their own.

If you can't resist, the only outcome is death.

Even though Mo Jinchuan was a general, he only had some medicine for wounds at most. Things like Ma Fei San were completely unavailable on the battlefield.

Thinking of the various knife and sword scars on his chest and abdomen when he took off his clothes just now, and the longest scar running from the shoulder blade across his entire chest to the waist and abdomen, Song Yanxi felt a sharp pain somewhere in her heart.

The deepest scar must be an old wound from more than ten years ago.

He was still a young boy at that time, and perhaps he had just left the wealthy capital and witnessed the cruelty of war.

How much pain must he have felt at that time?

Catching a flash of pain in Song Yanxi's eyes, Mo Jinchuan's heart was shaken.

Was she just...feeling sorry for him?