The imperial physician had initially suggested bandaging the wound, but Yu Jingchen refused, only requesting that he prescribe medicine. The physician was somewhat puzzled by this.
He thought Yu Jingchen didn't really intend to treat Nan Zhiyun, but after hearing Yu Jingchen tell him not to talk about what happened today, he understood and didn't say anything more.
After the imperial physician left, Yu Jingchen did not call in any servants, but instead personally applied medicine to Nan Zhiyun's fingers.
Perhaps because of the pain, Nan Zhiyun's hands kept flailing about, she struggled fiercely, and kept crying out in pain and begging for mercy. If she wasn't really scared or couldn't bear it anymore, she wouldn't be begging for mercy in such a pitiful and humble way.
Yu Jingchen had no choice but to apply the medicine, so he ignored Nan Zhiyun's pleas for mercy, thinking that finishing the application quickly was a good idea.
Because the injury was between his fingers, the medicine was really difficult to apply. Yu Jingchen spent most of the day using those thin, long tools to carefully and meticulously apply it.
Whether it was because of the pain or not, Nan Zhiyun woke up directly afterward. However, perhaps due to a subconscious reaction, or perhaps because of the scene in her dream, Nan Zhiyun was somewhat unable to distinguish between dream and reality.
Upon waking, Nan Zhiyun felt a sharp pain in her fingertips and saw Yu Jingchen holding "silver needles." Coupled with her recent experience, Nan Zhiyun felt as if Yu Jingchen was personally "torturing" her.
"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun was flustered, tears falling indiscriminately, her face pleading as she struggled to kneel on the bed, as if she had used up all her courage, and grabbed Yu Jingchen's hand.
"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun couldn't bring herself to beg for mercy; she just kept shaking her head, her face filled with nothing but tears and fear.
Yu Jingchen's heart skipped a beat.
"No... please?" Nan Zhiyun's face seemed to be filled with despair.
Yu Jingchen knew that she might have misunderstood.
"I'm just helping you apply the medicine, nothing else. Finish applying the medicine first, and don't move around," Yu Jingchen said, then reached out to take Nan Zhiyun's hand.
But Nan Zhiyun wouldn't listen. She was afraid, truly afraid. She didn't know where the courage came from, but she pulled her hand away from Yu Jingchen's. Actually, it was because Yu Jingchen hadn't dared to use real force that Nan Zhiyun managed to escape.
After Nan Zhiyun broke free from his hand, she panicked and tried to hide, even falling off the bed. She then hid in a corner, shrinking back and curling herself into a ball, unable to hear anything he said.
Yu Jingchen pinched his brow, somewhat helpless, but he still got out of bed. He chose to squat some distance away from Nan Zhiyun, who didn't dare to look at him.
"I was just applying medicine for you, not punishing you. You can see for yourself, this is ointment." Yu Jingchen had never been so patient with anyone before, and his tone even carried a hint of coaxing.
But Nan Zhiyun was only afraid now, trembling with fear, and couldn't hear what Yu Jingchen was saying at all.
"Nan Zhiyun, I said I'm just applying medicine. Come here," Yu Jingchen said, extending his hand. However, Nan Zhiyun was startled by Yu Jingchen's gesture, thinking he was about to attack her, so she turned her head away and covered herself with her hand.
Yu Jingchen paused for a moment, then lost his patience. Regardless of whether Nan Zhiyun was scared, he stepped forward and grabbed Nan Zhiyun's arm.
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