Si Jiu had actually been planning to go check on Charles's injuries, but after being interrupted by the Black Dragon, he really had no choice but to take a shower first.
She asked a maid to lead the way, went to the room prepared for her to wash up, asked where Charles was, and hurried over.
The knight she personally acknowledged had already changed out of his bloodstained uniform. No injuries were visible on the surface, but his face was pale from excessive blood loss.
He seemed a little surprised and a little happy about Sijiu's arrival.
"Your Highness."
The wine steward stopped him from bowing, looked him over and said, "Take off your clothes."
Charles: “…”
Although I knew that His Highness wanted to see his injuries, I was still shocked by these words.
"Hurry up." Seeing that he didn't respond, Si Jiu simply did it himself.
Dahei is extremely possessive and clingy, and she is afraid that if she leaves him for too long, he will tear down his temple.
Facing the wine steward who stripped him without a word, Charles was at a loss, "Your Highness, I, I can do it myself."
He blocked Sijiu's hand for a moment, but fortunately Sijiu withdrew his hand swiftly, only saying, "Hurry up then."
Charles, whose hands would not shake even when holding a sword in the face of thousands of troops, could hardly even unbutton his clothes. Under the scorching gaze of his highness, he shamefully took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it down to his waist.
His shoulders and chest were wrapped in white bandages, but the bandages had been stained black and red by the blood that had seeped out.
"The bleeding hasn't stopped?" Si Jiu's snow-white face was full of seriousness and his brows were furrowed.
Charles moved his fingers. "The doctor couldn't stop the bleeding. The priest came to see me. The wound is infected with poison from the undead magic. There's no way to treat it right now."
Seeing Sijiu's frown getting tighter and tighter, Charles added, "Don't worry, Your Highness. I'm fine."
Actually, it’s not okay.
He could feel his physical strength becoming increasingly scarce as his blood was lost, and the dark elements brought by the undead magic were constantly destroying his internal body, which was the most serious thing.
Si Jiu glanced at his pale face and asked, "You call this okay?"
"I'm just tired. I'll be fine after a little sleep."
The system hasn't come back yet. The speed of time in the small world and the main system space is different. Si Jiu doesn't know when the system will come back.
Before figuring out who is the male protagonist of this small world, Charles or Black Dragon, Si Jiu can only regard both of them as the male protagonist.
Moreover, ever since she took over Jian Yu's body and met Charles for the first time, this man has been very nice to her.
She couldn't bear to see him get into trouble.
"Sit down." Sijiu said suddenly.
Charles was puzzled, but seemed to have formed unconditional obedience to the wine steward and sat down immediately.
Sijiu stood in front of Charles, placed his palm on the wound again, and then removed the bandage in circles.
The wound looked exactly the same as before, with no improvement at all.
Charles' entire upper body tensed up because his Highness suddenly placed his palm on his shoulder.
The hand she placed on his shoulder was light and effortless, but to Charles, its presence was surprisingly strong.
He couldn't control his heartbeat. Especially since that hand was so "dishonest", it kept brushing against his wound, causing a tingling sensation wherever it touched.
Sijiu wasn't really trying to tease him this time. She tried to sense the light element within her body, wanting to perform a proper healing spell.
It's a pity that her so-called healing skill is actually a side effect of the male protagonist's golden finger. Even if Jian Yu really has an affinity for the element of light, she has never learned it, so it would be a miracle if she could use it.
It really is useless. Sijiu sighed secretly.
Charles could no longer sit still because of her "touching".
"Your Highness, don't touch it, it will dirty your..." He took a breath and couldn't say the rest of the words.
The crook of his neck was itchy from being rubbed by her hair, her breath sprayed on his shoulder, and her lips were pressed against the wound on his shoulder.
She was kissing his wound!
Charles was so shocked by this fact that he even forgot that he could have avoided it immediately.
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