"Why don't you let me apply the medicine, Zhou Zeyu? I see you still don't want to die. What on earth are you messing around with?"
When he heard the voice, Zhou Zeyu turned his head abruptly. Seeing that the person coming was Zhou Zeyun, a trace of disappointment flowed across his eyes. He stubbornly turned his head to the bed and shed silent tears.
He clearly thought that there would always be a place for him in Zhou Beichen's heart, but he didn't expect that there was none at all.
Zhou Zeyun walked a few steps to the bed, and without saying a word, pressed Zhou Zeyu's back hard.
"No...don't touch me, leave me alone..."
Unable to look back, Zhou Zeyu was exhausted, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and his lips were dry and pale. Zhou Zeyun's eyes darkened and he shook his head.
"I'm not going to touch you yet. Look at what a mess you've become. If you don't treat your injuries, you'll suffer even more."
Zhou Zeyun lectured him a few times, and when Zhou Zeyu heard it, he twisted his body as much as he could. Zhou Zeyun watched helplessly, and soon, blood began to flow on the pants again. Zhou Zeyun was the most stubborn person he had ever seen.
Zhou Zeyu trembled slightly in pain and refused to let Zhou Zeyun touch him, which made it difficult for the imperial physician who was called in again.
As soon as he touched him, Zhou Zeyu twisted his body desperately, gasping for breath in pain, but his body did not stop.
Zhou Zeyun: “…”
Sure enough, none of the people with the surname Zhou are easy to deal with.
The hard approach didn't work, so Zhou Zeyun tried the soft approach. He changed the subject and spoke in a very calm tone.
"Yu'er, listen to me. If you don't take medicine for this wound, it will get infected and fester. Then you'll suffer greatly."
Zhou Zeyu pursed his lips and still said nothing. He felt pain in his bones when he twisted his body a few times just now, as if it wanted to tear him into pieces.
His shoulders trembled slightly, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling from his forehead. The imperial physician stood guard at the door without saying a word. Suddenly, a serious voice broke into the empty space.
"Zhou Zeyu, what on earth are you messing around for?"
His body trembled violently, and his hands gripping the pillow loosened. Zhou Zeyu slowly raised his head and walked towards the door. Sure enough, Zhou Beichen had already stepped into the room, followed by Zhou Zhaonuan.
As if afraid that Zhou Beichen would be provoked by him again, Nuannuan trotted a few steps, blocked Zhou Beichen's way to the bed, and kept persuading him.
"Daddy, you agreed with Nuannuan on the way here that even if Yu'er forces you again or tries to commit suicide, you can be angry, but you can't hit Yu'er again. He's so weak, he'll be beaten to death."
His daughter's anxious look was more real than gold. Zhou Beichen wanted to refuse, but he... didn't dare.
Once you are manipulated by this girl, you will be manipulated for life.
Nuannuan leaned to the side, staring at the bed all the time. The little girl sincerely hoped that her younger brother would grow up quickly.
Of course, if she knew that many years later, Zhou Beichen fell into Zhou Zeyu's hands and was almost in danger of death, Zhou Zeyu might have died now.
He took a few steps to the bed. Although the person was right in front of him, he should have been happy, but Zhou Zeyu was shaking even more violently with fear. He looked up cautiously, only took a glance at the person, and immediately withdrew his gaze in fear, shrank his body, and tried to wrap himself up.
After all, it's your own kind.
Considering that he didn't have many children, Zhou Beichen looked at his timid appearance and knew that he must be scared.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he didn't reach out to rescue him. He just watched Zhou Zeyu slowly shrink into the bed until he could no longer move, still struggling desperately. Zhou Beichen couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he reached out, grabbed the man and held him down.
Just like before, Zhou Zeyu twisted his body like an earthworm again. Not long after, when the pants were stained with blood again, Zhou Beichen's eyes were dark. Without saying a word, he held the man down and his voice became more than doubled.
"What are you doing? If you like pain, I can drag you out and give you another beating right now, so you don't have to bother moving around here and asking for trouble."
The movement stopped abruptly, and Zhou Beichen waved his hand, signaling the imperial physician guarding the door to come in.
Zhou Zeyu had calmed down, but when the imperial physician touched his pants, he started to struggle again, twisting his body desperately as if possessed.
Zhou Beichen was really about to get angry. He glanced at his daughter who was guarding the door and forcibly suppressed the anger that was about to burst out.
"What the hell are you doing? Zhou Zeyu, have the imperial physician treat the wound properly, otherwise, I will order the execution of Li Shuren in the cold palace."
With just one word, Zhou Zeyu's body stopped moving instantly, but tears started to fall from his eyes as densely as raindrops. In less than a moment, a large area of his clothes was wet.
Zhou Beichen frowned and didn't speak for a long time. The imperial physician stepped forward again. Zhou Zeyu looked up bewilderedly, and with his small hands he tried to pull the corner of Zhou Beichen's clothes, almost begging.
"Please... make them all go out. No... don't touch me. There are... too many people. It's embarrassing."
Zhou Beichen: “…”
He looked slightly stunned. He had never thought that a small child could have dignity. After thinking about it, he only kept one imperial physician and sent the rest away. Nuannuan stood helplessly at the door, which made Zhou Beichen frightened.
There were not so many people in the bedroom, and Zhou Zeyu was much more obedient. When the imperial physician carefully lifted up his blood-stained pants, Zhou Zeyu couldn't help but whimpering and biting his teeth. Even so, he tried hard to endure it and still didn't say a word.
The purpose of his doing this was just to gain some sympathy from Zhou Beichen.
He was sweating profusely, his head tilted to one side, his hair scattered on the bed, and at first glance, he looked a mess.
Zhou Beichen held him down. To be honest, the moment he saw the wound, his pupils suddenly dilated in shock.
Maybe he just...really hit too hard.
During all these years as an emperor, even Zhou Zhaonuan had never threatened him with death. This was the first time he encountered such a thing, so he was naturally furious.
The imperial physician was not quick in treating the wound. Seeing beads of sweat falling from Zhou Zeyu's forehead, Zhou Beichen couldn't bear to see him bite his hand again, so he took a handkerchief from the corner of the bed and stuffed it into his mouth.
The men looked up at him with evasive eyes. Zhou Beichen concealed the pain in his eyes, and at this moment he looked very gentle.
"Don't be afraid. It's better to put the handkerchief in your mouth and bite it than to bite your arm."
Looking up, his eyes were still dull. Zhou Zeyu opened his mouth slowly and bit the handkerchief, tears blurring his eyes again.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't think of anything else. He just wanted to end this torture quickly.
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