The man's gaze was intense, fixed on her.
But Song Xizhi felt the man's gaze and fell silent after saying those words.
Humans are very strange creatures.
He had longed to wake him up, but when he actually stood alive and well in front of him, Song Xizhi found himself at a loss for words.
Seeing this, Granny Wu quickly knelt down beside Song Xizhi. Looking at her young mistress's red eyes, her own eyes welled up with tears as she said:
"After Miss married into the family, she suffered a lot of grievances. First, she was almost forced into a marriage with the Second Miss, and then the Second Young Master took advantage of your illness and kept saying he wanted to divorce Miss. Fortunately, you finally woke up, you finally woke up..."
"A marriage exchange?" He Jingyan looked up suddenly upon hearing this.
Sanqi nodded hurriedly: "Young Master, my name is Sanqi. I was sent by the Old Madam to take care of you, along with Baishu. If it weren't for the Young Madam's unwavering support, giving you acupuncture and preparing medicine every day, I'm afraid you wouldn't have recovered so quickly."
Upon hearing this, He Jingyan's eyes flickered slightly as he looked up at Song Xizhi's small, delicate face.
Her tired and pale appearance couldn't hide her stunning beauty. Her eyes were slightly red, and her expression was somewhat lost, making one feel sorry for her.
He Jingyan was moved, but then he seemed to think of something, his Adam's apple bobbing as he said with restraint, "You've suffered so much in the past, I won't let you suffer any more injustices in the future."
Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although He Jingyan was caught off guard by the news that he had a new wife when he woke up, he seemed to be able to accept it very well and did not reject her existence.
A smile appeared on her face.
He Jingyan winced and clutched his forehead. He then said to Qing Tong, "Go and call a doctor to bandage my wound."
Song Xizhi then suddenly realized what was happening.
The bruises on He Jingyan's forehead had become visible, and the blood flowing from his collarbone had congealed, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying.
He was probably woken up by that foot pedal, but everyone was happy that he was awake and ignored his injuries.
Bronze accepted the order and was about to carry it out, but Sanqi's eyes widened at that moment.
"Why call a doctor? Madam can bandage the young master's wounds herself. All the acupuncture and medicine treatments were done by Madam before!"
Upon hearing this, He Jingyan looked up unexpectedly and met Song Xizhi's gaze. His eyes held a hint of mockery, but it quickly disappeared.
His cool, restrained, respectful yet distant voice rang out: "Men and women are different... Madam, would you mind helping me bandage this?"
Song Xizhi was slightly taken aback when he heard his words, not expecting him to be such a pure-hearted person.
She recalled how she had groped him before, and even took off his shirt in public that evening.
Such cruel methods are too numerous to mention, so wouldn't they be too shocking for this innocent man in front of him?
Song Xizhi felt a little guilty for a moment, but it quickly disappeared. However, she still pretended to be shy and said in a soft voice, "Then let me bandage my husband."
Several people helped him to the bed. Granny Wu brought hot water and a few boiled eggs, and Qing Tong sent people to clean up the bloodstains on the floor.
Song Xizhi wrung out the wet cloth from the basin, sat on the edge of the bed, and helped him wipe the bloodstains from his cheeks and neck.
When she tried to wipe He Jingyan's collarbone, she found that his nightgown was still on.
She paused for a moment. The two were sitting very close, able to feel each other's breathing and the man's somewhat burning gaze.
Song Xizhi finally realized that the living and the dead are actually different.
Then He Jingyan's voice came from beside her ear: "I'll take off my nightgown myself."
As he spoke, he was about to raise his arm to unbutton his shirt when he aggravated the wound on his collarbone, causing him to gasp softly in pain.
Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi quickly grasped his hand: "Let me do it. In the past, when I performed acupuncture on you, I was the one who took off your clothes. In the eyes of a doctor, there is really no difference."
Hearing this, He Jingyan actually laughed. He didn't refuse, but instead let go of her hand: "Then you can do it."
Song Xizhi looked up at him and felt that his smile was very sudden.
She didn't know what he was laughing at, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she bent down and untied the belt of his clothes.
The man bent down to make it easier for her to reach, and his warm breath inevitably touched her brow.
She had clearly done this countless times before, but today she felt differently.
Her breathing was a little rapid. Sanqi had tied some kind of complicated knot that she couldn't untie for a long time, and her fingers were also a little unresponsive.
The man's gaze followed her subtly, causing her to look up as if possessed, only to suddenly meet his eyes.
The man chuckled again, his breath tickling her forehead: "Madam doesn't seem to be very skilled yet."
Song Xi's hand trembled, and he quickly untied the last ribbon.
The reason you're not skilled is simply because you're awake; she's incredibly adept at undressing the living dead.
I'm afraid I'll scare him if I tell him.
Song Xizhi inwardly scoffed, but he obediently took out the medicinal powder and bandages from the medicine box: "Perhaps I am more skilled in acupuncture and treatment."
Upon hearing this, He Jingyan's smile froze slightly, as if he had thought of something.
Song Xizhi didn't notice the man's slightly stiff expression. She just kept her eyes straight ahead, holding the powder and bandage, and patiently applied it to his collarbone.
She focused intently on applying medicine to the wound, then bent down, wrapped her arms around the man's chest, and bandaged his wound.
When Song Xizhi raised his head, panting, he saw a faint pink mist appearing on the man's neck.
She touched his cheek, a little puzzled. His cheek was a little hot. "Why are you blushing? Do you have a fever?"
He Jingyan suddenly cleared his throat and glanced at the stove beside him: "It's too hot. Tell Qing Tong to turn the fire down."
Song Xizhi nodded and turned to instruct Qing Tong to reduce the fire in the furnace.
But then she suddenly remembered something very important and slapped her forehead: "I've really been so busy I've forgotten everything..."
"Qing Tong, don't go to reduce the fire in the furnace. Quickly report this to Grandmother, Father, and Madam Huang. Tell them that your husband has woken up and ask them to come over immediately."
"Oh, right! Also, send the message to He Yunze, and ask him to come and visit his brother."
When Song Xizhi said this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was somewhat cunning and smug.
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