Chapter 42 Can I try to rely on him?
Shen Zhejiang didn't expect that he could still be alive. He opened his eyes dazedly and stared at the snow-blue curtain above for a moment before he realized that this place was somewhat familiar.
The few furnishings, the landscape paintings hanging on the walls, and the rows of nanmu bookcases all exuded the smell of paper.
It turned out to be his yard.
Why are you here?
He tried to move his body, and a sharp pain spread to every part of his body. After taking a breath, perhaps because he was choked, he began to cough violently.
“Cough! Cough cough!!”
Because of the pain, he didn't dare to cough too hard, and his face turned red.
The next moment, that familiar face appeared in front of him. Xiao Zhinian helped him sit up and patted his back gently, saying in a tense tone, "Sir, you have injured your lungs. You were not in good health to begin with, and now it's worse. It's all my fault."
Shen Zhejiang covered his mouth and coughed twice, biting his lower lip, and finally relieved a lot, panting and said: "...I don't blame you."
Xiao Zhinian helped him sit against the head of the bed, placed a soft pillow behind his waist, and brought him a teacup, and with somewhat stiff movements, fed him some water.
Then she gently rested her head on his shoulder, without applying any force, just leaning against it.
Shen Zhejiang soon felt the wetness in that area. He knew that Xiao Zhinian was blaming him again. He sighed softly, but because his chest was still hurting, he didn't dare to move. He just turned his head to the side and gently rubbed Xiao Zhinian.
"Accidents always happen. No one blames you." He paused and continued, "Xiao Nian."
"I was just too scared, Shen Zhejiang. You don't know how dangerous your situation was. You lost so much blood and slept for so many days. I was afraid that you would..."
Xiao Zhinian choked, as if he was blocked and couldn't say anything.
Shen Zhejiang couldn't bear to see Xiao Zhinian sad, so he leaned over to him and said, "I'm fine, nothing happened."
After a long time, Xiao Zhinian finally raised his head, his eyelashes were wet, and he looked into Chen Zhejiang's eyes with a pair of eyes that were as misty as rain, but his tone was hoarse and low: "It's my fault. I have been reflecting on it these days. In the past, you always gave in to me, always walked in front of me, even when blocking arrows. It is obvious that the person lying here is me, not you."
Xiao Zhinian must have not had a good rest during the days he was unconscious. There was a large dark spot under his eyes, and his beard had grown but he didn't know how to trim it. He looked much more haggard than before.
It seemed that if Chen Zhejiang didn't comfort him anymore, he would really blame himself until the end of time.
Words are too thin.
So, after saying "Come closer", Shen Zhejiang mustered up his courage, closed his eyes, and kissed the side of Xiao Zhinian's face.
Perhaps Xiao Zhinian was also shocked, or perhaps he was overjoyed. In short, the gloom between his brows was suddenly swept away.
One thought was swirling around in my head -
Shen Zhejiang kissed him? !
After just a quick glance, Shen Zhejiang left. He looked away a little shyly, coughed lightly, and said, "Okay, stop saying such discouraging words."
Xiao Zhinian shook his wolf tail, and moved the other side of the face that Shen Zhejiang had not kissed closer, pointing at that side greedily and said: "Kiss this side too."
Shen Zhejiang would not agree to his request, so he pretended to be stern and changed the subject word by word, "Why am I here?"
At this time, the wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and a woman in plain clothes walked in.
"Miss Han?"
Shen Zhejiang saw the woman's face clearly and couldn't help but feel confused.
Han Weiwei held a bowl filled with medicinal juice and saluted to Shen Zhejiang and Xiao Zhinian, saying, "Meetings, Sir Xiao, and Mr. Shen."
Xiao Zhinian explained to Shen Zhejiang: "That day I took you to find a medical hall, and I didn't expect to meet her on the way. What's more coincidental is that she actually learned a medical skill, and she was the one who treated the arrow wound on the master's body."
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhejiang immediately thanked her, “So it’s Miss Han.”
Han Weiwei placed the medicine bowl on a small wooden table beside the bed and smiled, "My family used to run a medicine business. When I was young, I often followed my parents out and met many doctors. I did learn a little bit. I didn't expect that I could be of help. It's great."
Shen Zhejiang said: "A drop of water should be repaid with a spring. Miss Han saved me. I don't know what you need. If it is within my ability, I will do my best."
"It is my daughter who should thank Mr. Shen. If it were not for Mr. Shen and Lord Xiao, my father would have died with injustice. It is my daughter's duty to serve Mr. Shen," Han Weiwei paused for a moment and continued, "By the way, my daughter has something she wants to ask Mr. Shen."
"Miss Han, what do you want to ask?"
"What I want to ask is, have any of your parents or blood relatives ever suffered from lung cough?"
Speaking of his family, Shen Zhejiang's eyes dimmed slightly, but he still recalled, his voice a little dark, and said: "In my impression, my parents are healthy and rarely feel unwell. The rest is not very clear. Did Miss Han find anything?"
Han Weiwei seemed to be relieved, and her tone became much more relaxed as she said, "That's good. I just checked your pulse and found that it was very similar to a disease recorded in a book, so I asked you a question. Maybe my medical skills are not sophisticated enough and I can't recognize the subtle changes in the pulse. With your words, I feel relieved."
Xiao Zhinian, who was standing by, saw that they were chatting enthusiastically, and felt very uncomfortable. Moreover, he did not dare to be careless about Chen Zhejiang's health. He looked at Han Weiwei and asked, "What disease are you talking about?"
Han Weiwei flipped through the book in her mind and recited every word of what was written there: "It's called 'water pneumoconiosis'. The main symptoms for people who get it are coughing and expectoration. You can hear the sound of bubbles bursting. The most serious thing is that when the disease reaches a certain point, it is incurable. The whole body swells up, ulcers rot and the person dies."
"......"
Xiao Zhinian felt that he shouldn't ask too many questions since he wouldn't understand anyway.
What the hell? It's similar to what those old doctors in the palace say.
Shen Zhejiang said: "I have never heard of anyone in the family dying because of this."
Han Weiwei waved her hand and said, "That's fine. If that's the case, I'll leave first and won't disturb you from resting."
"Wait," Shen Zhejiang called her and took a breath, "What are Miss Han's plans for the future?"
These days, Han Weiwei was devastated by the death of her grandfather. From the funeral till now, she was the only one taking care of the household chores. When she heard Shen Zhejiang's caring questions, her eyes suddenly filled with tears.
"......I haven't made up my mind yet. I may leave Luocheng after some time. I'll talk about the future later."
Xiao Zhinian was not a heartless person. Since Han Weiwei had pulled Chen Zhejiang back from the brink of death, it was equivalent to saving his life. So he said, "I have some connections in the capital. If you need or want to settle down in the capital, you can come and find it with this item."
Xiao Zhinian took off the jade ornament with words engraved on it from his waist and handed it to Han Weiwei.
Shen Zhejiang glanced over and saw the bright yellow tassel of the jade ornament hanging from Xiao Zhinian's palm in the air, swinging back and forth.
Han Weiwei seemed to be shocked and refused repeatedly, saying, "This jade pendant is too valuable. I can't accept it."
Chen Zhejiang knew that Han Weiwei had a sense of pride, so he pinched Xiao Zhinian's legs under the quilt. Xiao Zhinian was shocked and said, "I heard that the palace is recruiting talents. You have this medical skill, so you can give it a try."
"Can women do that, too?"
"Of course you can," Xiao Zhinian nodded, "My great... ahem, there are many talented and knowledgeable women who have held important positions in the court in the Great Yan Dynasty. There is nothing that is impossible. Women can also be self-reliant, compile books, and leave a good name for the rest of their lives."
"Thank you, Master Xiao!"
Han Weiwei took the jade pendant, thanked them and stopped bothering them.
Seeing her leave, Xiao Zhinian picked up the medicine bowl, scooped a mouthful and put it to Shen Zhejiang's mouth. Shen Zhejiang wanted to take the spoon and said, "I'll do it myself."
"The injury on the sir's body was caused by me, so let me take care of him."
Xiao Zhinian refused and still put the spoon to his lips.
In this case, Shen Zhejiang let him go.
The medicine tasted bitter, but Shen Zhejiang had long been accustomed to it and didn't even frown.
He was not fragile, but at this moment, seeing Xiao Zhinian busy taking care of him, and seeing such a favored child of heaven willing to put down his status and do all this for him, Shen Zhejiang felt indescribable in his heart.
He wondered if he could be less strong and try to rely on him.
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