Chapter 12 I Want a Divorce
Yu Mengqing walked straight to the bed without any hesitation, glanced at Chu Shiheng's face, and found that he looked pretty good, so she nodded with satisfaction.
When she wanted to reach out and feel the temperature of his forehead, she happened to meet his bottomless eyes. Yu Mengqing curled the corners of her lips and looked as if nothing had happened.
"Yes, you don't have a fever. You're recovering well. Hold out your hand so I can feel your pulse."
Chu Shiheng stretched out his hand as he was told, but his eyes never left Yu Mengqing.
The broad palms were covered with calluses of various sizes, obviously those of someone who had practiced martial arts since childhood.
Yu Mengqing was of course aware of his gaze lingering on her, and she also knew that he was looking at her simply because he was doubting her.
That's right, it would be strange if he wasn't curious if someone could bring a dying man back to life.
After taking his pulse, Yu Mengqing discovered that the back of his hand was very white.
I didn't notice it when I took his pulse for the first time, but now that I see him, I think he's quite handsome. Even though he has calluses on his hands, it doesn't affect his appearance.
I closed my eyes and felt his pulse, which was beating normally and with a regular rhythm.
It's just that he lost too much blood and is a little weak.
This was due to the effect of drinking her spatial spiritual spring. Otherwise, even if he still had a breath left in his body, he would probably be ice-cold.
"Your prince has recovered well overall, but he still needs to take good care of himself in the later stages." These words were obviously said to Zeng Zhaoming.
"What? Do you hate me?" Chu Shiheng said bluntly.
In Chu Shiheng's eyes, she knew that he was awake, but she didn't talk to him, but talked to her guards instead.
Then there is only one reason, that is, you have offended this woman, or you have done something that makes her feel disgusted with you.
Yu Mengqing raised her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"
"If not, you can talk to me about these things."
"I'm telling you, do you plan to go to the kitchen and give the order yourself? Or do you plan to do it yourself?"
Zeng Zhaoming: “…”
Chu Shiheng: “…” He just felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but he couldn’t find any words to refute it.
After saying that, Yu Mengqing didn't rush out, but found a stool next to the desk and sat down.
Her actions clearly told the people in the room that she had something else to say.
Chu Shiheng was also a smart man. Lying on the bed, he turned his head to look at her and signaled her with his eyes to say whatever he wanted to say.
Yu Mengqing didn't beat around the bush and said, "The entire capital is now closed due to the plague. What do you think about this, Your Highness?"
"What do you think?" Chu Shiheng asked back.
"It's not a brilliant idea, but I'm just very curious. Why did the capital suddenly become infected with the plague?" This is also what Yu Mengqing has been unable to figure out.
In the end times, she has her own set of research methods for strange viruses and various difficult and complicated diseases.
But here, it was obvious that she couldn't guess where the plague came from.
Hearing this, Chu Shiheng raised his right hand and waved it towards Zeng Zhaoming, motioning him to come over.
"My Lord, what are your instructions?"
"Help me up."
Yu Mengqing lost her composure now. "Your fatal wound is in your chest. Don't blame me for not reminding you. It's easy to tear the wound open like this."
"Didn't you sew it all up?" Chu Shiheng asked.
From the moment he found his wound being stitched up, he was full of curiosity about this woman, because his army was in great need of this kind of medical skills.
"Sutures will only make your wound heal faster, it doesn't mean you can sit up." As a doctor, Yu Mengqing has a serious occupational disease.
"What's the difference? Isn't it the same for the wound to heal faster?" Chu Shiheng ignored Yu Mengqing's words and insisted on letting Zeng Zhaoming help him up.
Yu Mengqing: “…” She suddenly realized that this man was very good at making unreasonable arguments.
"Your sewing skills are very good. Did you learn it by yourself, or do you have another master?" Chu Shiheng asked after sitting down.
“No comment!”
Chu Shiheng: “…”
You know, during marches and battles, the most common injuries are knife wounds.
However, many times, due to untimely treatment, infection and fever will occur, and countless soldiers sacrifice their lives every year.
Although he is the King of War, he is indeed powerless in terms of medical skills.
So when he knew that Yu Mengqing came to see him, the first thing he thought of was not the plague, but his medical skills.
Because at this time he had never thought that Yu Mengqing would have a way to cure the plague.
But now when he heard her mention the plague, as if she knew a lot about it, he suddenly realized that how could a person who could pull him back from the brink of death have poor medical skills?
It can be said that her medical skills are no less than those of the imperial physicians in the palace.
If that's the case, then it's not impossible that she could treat the plague.
That's why he wanted to sit up and discuss it with her.
Seeing that Chu Shiheng really ignored her words as a doctor and insisted on sitting up, Yu Mengqing felt a sense of depression.
Just looking at his calm expression and seemingly relaxed look, Yu Mengqing couldn't help but admire him. This man is indeed a real man.
Despite being so seriously injured, he was able to sit up so calmly in just one day. He is indeed worthy of being called the King of War.
"Does the princess have any way to cure this plague?"
"Yes!" Yu Mengqing told the truth.
Not to mention the plague, she can cure any serious disease. You know, her spiritual spring water can cure all diseases and detoxify all poisons.
The excitement in Chu Shiheng's eyes was fleeting, and he still frowned and looked at Yu Mengqing, "What do you want?"
Yu Mengqing raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect that Chu Shiheng was so capable and could tell at a glance that she had a request.
He coughed lightly and said, "My request is simple: divorce."
Hearing this, Chu Shiheng's bottomless eyes suddenly revealed a coldness that made people shudder.
Of course, Yu Mengqing was not one of the people who shuddered. She had seen a lot of looks like that and didn't take it seriously at all.
"Because I'm unlucky with my wife?" Chu Shiheng asked after a long time, when Yu Mengqing thought he would not answer her question.
"Of course not. Do you think I would believe such a thing?"
"Why is that? I need a reason."
"No reason."
Yu Mengqing has never been a talkative person who likes to explain, and she doesn't understand the man in front of her at all, so why should she say so many meaningless words to him.
Chu Shiheng was just considering asking her to go to the military camp with him later to teach her medical skills, but she asked for a divorce from him at this time.
Obviously, it is unlikely.
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