Chapter 16 What happened to your wife? Doctor Li hurriedly...
Doctor Li came hurriedly.
He walked into the room and went to the bedside. Just as he put down the medical box, he turned around and was shocked by Yan Heng's red eyes.
He had been following Yan's father, and had watched Yan Heng grow up. He was used to seeing how a noble young man could handle things with ease. Later, when he came to Shuozhou with him, he saw that even when he suffered multiple injuries on the battlefield, he remained silent while dealing with them.
But I have never seen him look like his heart was cut out.
Yan Heng's face was filled with pain, and he stared at the person on the bed motionlessly, like a monument soaked in wind and snow.
"Young Master, you..."
Doctor Li couldn't help but feel worried and followed Yan Heng's gaze towards the bed.
The girl on the bed had a sickly red face, her lips were as pale as paper, and she looked haggard, like a flower in full bloom that was about to wither.
He took another closer look and stopped talking mid-sentence.
......
It's like having your heart cut out.
The two people who were engaged as children grew up together and had a deep affection for each other since childhood.
After being apart for so many years, when we meet again one of us is suddenly suffering from illness. The feeling is no less than the sky falling and the earth collapsing.
Doctor Li didn't know about the grudges and hatred between the two people, he only knew the friendship between them.
He turned to Yan Heng and asked, "How did your wife become like this?"
Yan Heng's lips trembled as he explained everything briefly and clearly.
The more Doctor Li listened, the gloomier his expression became. After examining her, he prescribed some medicine and asked someone to prepare it. He then felt her forehead and saw that her expression was uncertain, which showed how serious the situation was.
"He has a high fever." He said to Yan Heng with some concern, "This fever came on so quickly, I'm afraid it's dangerous."
Yan Heng's voice was hoarse: "What do you mean?"
They are all deceiving themselves.
Doctor Li felt a little reluctant and looked at Yan Heng with a complicated expression for a long while. Finally, he spoke bluntly: "It's just what you think."
Then he added: "If the fever doesn't go away tonight..."
"Then let her fever go away."
Yan Heng quickly interrupted him, losing all composure and tact. He grabbed Doctor Li's sleeve and almost begged, "Uncle Li, please think of a way..."
Doctor Li patted his shoulder, folded his hands and promised: "I will use all my life's knowledge, but my dear..."
"This is beyond human control, but if she is determined to die..."
He looked at Yan Heng, and everything was said without words.
Death. Will.
Yan Heng felt that these two words were so harsh.
He always felt that Ji Yunchan was destined to be indomitable.
When she was young, she stayed up late into the night to memorize her lessons, and she was no less diligent than the most diligent scholar. She did not like nor was she good at housework. She was such a delicate person that even if she cried out of anger, she would wipe away her tears and continue embroidering. Practicing calligraphy even made calluses on her hands.
For more than ten years, he did the same thing every day, and thus he became proficient in playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and was also proficient in poetry, books, rituals, and music.
Everyone knows that the eldest daughter of the Ji family is extremely talented, beautiful and talented, but they don’t know the hard work behind her.
But Yan Heng knew that he was with her all day long, no matter spring, autumn, winter or summer.
Yan Heng also asked himself this question, he could never do it to the same level as her.
But he obviously has a prominent family background, so there is no need for him to do so.
Yan Heng closed his eyes.
Thinking of the banquet just half a month ago, when he still sneered at her for remaining as noble as before even though she fell into the mud, Yan Heng's heart seemed to be clenched.
The will to die... What kind of despair could make Ji Yunchan have the will to die.
His thoughts wandered uncontrollably, and Yan Heng couldn't help but think of her dance as if it was going to burn out her life...but was it because she had the determination to die?
"......I see."
Yan Heng still held Ji Yunchan's hand tightly and responded in a low voice.
Doctor Li gave a few more instructions and retreated quietly.
The medicine was quickly boiled and served. Yan Heng fed her spoonful by spoonful. His knuckles accidentally brushed against her cheek, burning it so much that Yan Heng jumped with fear.
The girl on the bed coughed weakly, her body trembled, and brown medicine flowed from the corners of her mouth.
Yan Heng panicked for a moment, put down the bowl and helped the man up.
The unconscious person's head tilted back unconsciously, like a flower stem about to be broken by a sudden rain.
Yan Heng asked her to lean on his shoulder, and a wave of sadness rose in his heart.
The wind and snow were still raging outside the window, and the north wind blew through the hall, making bursts of shivering howls.
The young general sat on the edge of the bed, snuggling closely with his sweetheart.
Yan Heng guarded Ji Yunchan sleeplessly, as if he was guarding his own soul.
......
I don’t know if it was the effect of the medicine, but in the second half of the night, the person on the bed began to sleep restlessly.
She frowned unconsciously, her expression was painful, and her dry lips opened and closed, silently shouting something.
Yan Heng moved closer nervously.
The girl's breath was hot, her voice was weak and broken, she sobbed: "It hurts... It hurts... "
Yan Heng felt distressed and hopeful: "Where does it hurt?"
The person on the bed closed his eyes tightly and kept repeating: "It hurts..."
"It hurts so much... Daddy... Mommy..."
Yan Heng's heart was broken. The usually cold-faced man showed pity in his eyes and begged in a low voice: "Where does it hurt, Yuanyuan, please tell me, okay?"
“It hurts so much…it’s so painful…”
It’s so bitter…Yan Heng suddenly realized.
I originally thought it was just an injury that was causing the pain, and I didn't think about anything else. It sounds like... I'm afraid life won't be possible anymore, I'm completely devastated, and it's so painful and miserable.
The moment he figured it out, Yan Heng was almost heartbroken.
He twisted a new handkerchief and placed it on Ji Yunchan's forehead as if to conceal her feelings. He lowered his head so that people could not see his eyes clearly. Like a trapped lion, he said in a promise: "Wake up, Yuanyuan."
"As long as you wake up, you won't suffer anymore."
The coolness of the handkerchief soothed her, and her moans became weaker.
I don't know when the wind outside stopped, and in the silence, the only sound was the rustling of falling snow.
The lights in the room were dim, and Yan Heng lowered his eyes, so his expression could not be seen clearly.
The soft sobbing and humming were heard again after a while. Yan Heng raised his eyes and saw a tear falling from the corner of Ji Yunchan's eye and sliding into her wet temples.
"......grandmother."
Ji Yunchan breathed heavily and called softly.
The moment he heard what she called, the handkerchief in Yan Heng's hand shook and fell back into the basin.
A great fear enveloped Yan Heng. He had never thought that he would lose the love of his heart forever. He was in a state of confusion. What did the distinction between men and women, the betrayal and resentment mean to him?
He held Ji Yunchan's hand tightly, almost choking with sobs: "Please, Yuanyuan."
"Please..."
He rested his forehead against the back of her hand, his eyes red.
If you fall asleep at this point, how can you ever wipe out the past?
As long as you wake up, it doesn't matter.
I just want you to wake up.
......
Ji Yunchan was in a house as warm as spring.
Smokeless charcoal burned in the hearth in the center of the room. Grandmother sat on the couch and beckoned to her kindly, "Yuanyuan, come here."
Ji Yunchan called out softly, "Grandma."
She was a little dazed. Wasn't she still in the biting wind and snow in Shuozhou just now? How did she suddenly find herself back home?
He lowered his head subconsciously and saw the thin red dress on himself.
Is this a dream? Or a revolving lantern?
Everything in her grandmother's room was the same as yesterday, which made her eyes warm. Ji Yunchan walked to her grandmother and snuggled up to her.
Grandma's body was also warm. She handed the hot water bottle to Ji Yunchan and patted her granddaughter's back gently: "Our Yuanyuan has suffered a lot."
Grandma didn't ask anything, but she seemed to know everything.
The old man sat there kindly, his face bearing the marks of time, like a family monument, or like an eaves weathered by wind and frost.
At that moment, Ji Yunchan was like a weed that had taken root.
The grievances accumulated in her heart turned into tears and burst out. She sobbed and crawled into her grandmother's arms, "Grandma..."
That is the posture of a young bird seeking shelter.
She held the hot water bottle and cried bitterly in her grandmother's arms.
The grandmother held her granddaughter in her arms with loving care. She was the first child of her grandson, Yuanyuan, whom she loved like a treasure.
Grandma gently comforted her, "Yuanyuan has done a great job sharing mother's worries and supporting her siblings."
Ji Yunchan raised her head from her grandmother's embrace with tears in her eyes, "Grandma...but I..."
I am so useless, naive and arrogant. I not only failed to save myself but also lost my family.
Before I could finish my words, my grandmother stopped me.
Grandma gently placed her fingertips on Ji Yunchan's lips, her eyes showing reluctance: "It's us elders who are useless."
Ji Yunchan was sobbing and shaking her head like a rattle.
But it’s useless to worry about these things now.
She's already here.
Then her face became relieved, and she let go of her strength and hugged her grandmother tightly, "Grandma, I missed you so much."
Grandma stroked Ji Yunchan's cheek with her hand: "Grandma misses you too."
Ji Yunchan smiled happily, "Grandma, Yuanyuan will never be separated from you again."
The moment she closed her eyes in her grandmother's arms, a faint call came from her ears -
'Wake up, Yuanyuan.'
Ji Yunchan opened her eyes in confusion.
Looking around, there was nothing.
She thought she had misheard and closed her eyes again.
The call sounded again—
'Round...round.'
Calling her name.
Ji Yunchan just felt that the voice seemed familiar.
Before she could even think of anything, the calling voice rang out again—
"Please, Yuanyuan, wake up."
This time I heard it clearly. It was a man's voice, low and with a heartbreaking urgency.
Ji Yunchan looked at her grandmother in confusion and asked, "Grandma, did you hear someone calling me?"
Grandmother smiled lovingly and said, "Silly child, you don't even remember Ah Heng from the Yan Mansion next door, but he is your future husband."
The matter that she had deliberately forgotten was brought up again, and Ji Yunchan was in a trance for a moment.
She lowered her eyes and rubbed her knuckles around her sleeves: "I..."
It's full of escape.
"He's calling you," Grandma said gently, "He can't bear to leave you."
"But I can't bear to leave my grandmother either."
Ji Yunchan had no intention of leaving.
"Silly Yuanyuan, how old are you? You're a girl, but you've never been a wife or a mother. You've only experienced 20% or 30% of a lifetime. It's too early to tell Grandma this now."
Grandma gently combed her hair and said slowly, "It's a bit hard now, but life is always full of ups and downs. Our future will be bright and beautiful."
"Really?"
Ji Yunchan's nose tip was red, and she looked at her grandmother expectantly.
"Please..."
The voice calling her could almost be heard choked with sobs.
She had betrayed him so much, would Ah Heng still choke up for her?
Ji Yunchan stood up from her grandmother's arms, looked in the direction where the voice came from, and then looked back at her grandmother.
"Really." Grandma promised, her body gradually turning into a point of light. She smiled lovingly and waved her hand: "Go."
Everything around her, including the familiar furnishings in her grandmother's room, turned into points of light along with her grandmother.
"......grandmother."
A drop of rain fell on the tip of Ji Yunchan's nose.
She slowly opened her eyes from the bed.
The candle wick was cut and stretched again, swaying by itself, and fell to the side. The candle wax flowed down along the gap, and the candle flame flickered for a moment.
In the flickering light, the person on the bed opened his eyes.
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