Chapter 76 Mother and son enter the house
Soon, a female doctor in a green cloth skirt came to the Marquis's mansion carrying a medicine box.
Wen Ning found the female doctor very familiar, and then she remembered that she was the one who had examined her two years ago and heard the Marquis call her Doctor Su.
Seeing the calmness in the female doctor's eyes and the composure when taking my pulse, which was exactly the same as in my memory, I couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
More than two years have passed, and it seems like everything has changed, yet it also seems like nothing has changed.
Her eyes fell on the wound on Wen Ning's back. The female doctor stood up and turned to Xie Jinglan who was standing beside her. She said respectfully, "My Lord, I need to undress for this. Please step aside for a moment."
Xie Jinglan frowned slightly, but didn't say much. He just looked at Wen Ning deeply and said, "I'll be waiting outside. Call me immediately if you need anything."
After saying that, he turned and walked out.
The door was closed gently, and only two people were left in the room.
After taking off his clothes, Wen Ning's back was covered in blood from the crisscrossing whip marks. Some areas had begun to swell, and the deep wound on his neck that was so deep that the bone could be seen was even more shocking.
When the female doctor untied the gauze, she couldn't help but gasp.
"Bear with it."
As she spoke, the female doctor gently wiped the wound with cotton cloth soaked in medicine. Although her movements were gentle, the pain still made Wen Ning tremble all over when she touched the damaged skin.
She bit her lips hard, trying not to make any sound, but the suppressed gasps still came out through the crack in the door.
Xie Jinglan stood outside the door with his back to the door, twisting the white jade ring between his fingers, and his finger bones made a "cracking" sound.
The stones under the corridor were stepped on and rolled back and forth for an hour, and finally, the door opened with a creak.
The female doctor came out, her face a little serious, "My Lord."
Xie Jinglan pushed the door open and walked in quickly before she finished speaking.
Wen Ning lay on the couch, covered with a moon-white soft satin quilt.
She buried her face in the pillow, her long eyelashes drooping wetly.
The strands of hair on his forehead were wet with cold sweat, paleness spread from his neck to his cheeks, and his lips were bitten blue.
The man reached out to touch her shoulder, but was afraid of touching the wound. His hand remained suspended in mid-air, and the heartache in his eyes almost overflowed.
"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.
Wen Ning's body stiffened, then she slowly shook her head, her voice trembling with pain: "No...it doesn't hurt. Doctor Su's technique is good, so I didn't suffer much."
The female doctor followed in, packing up her medicine box as she said, "The girl's body mostly has whip wounds, and some scratches from dragging. The flesh wounds look scary, but with careful care, it should be fine. But this wound on her neck..." She paused, her tone getting heavier, "It almost hit a vital part. I'm afraid it will leave a scar."
The man's eyes fell on the newly changed gauze on Wen Ning's neck. He subconsciously clenched his knuckles, and a chill permeated through the bones.
The female doctor looked at the Marquis, her tone unable to conceal a bit of embarrassment, "And..."
Xie Jinglan frowned slightly as he looked at the female doctor who seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"Doctor Su, when a doctor diagnoses a disease, he should tell you everything he knows. If you have seen something, you can speak freely without hesitation."
The female doctor nodded and then spoke carefully.
"After a careful examination, I, the doctor, have the audacity to confirm with you that the Marquis had sex with you overnight the day before yesterday, and these new injuries have compounded his condition. Naturally, his body can no longer withstand the pressure, and he is so weak that he struggles to even speak."
She paused, her tone adding a hint of earnest advice, "What I want to say is, my Lord, please do not indulge in lust in the next few days. If you continue to lose control, I'm afraid your foundation will be damaged, and it will be difficult to recover in the future."
Xie Jinglan thought of himself who had lost control the night before, and then looked at her pale face, and a wave of regret and self-blame surged in his heart.
He pinched his brows, glanced at the female doctor, and said in a deep voice: "I know."
The female doctor bowed and walked out with the medicine box.
The moment the door was closed, the room suddenly became quiet.
Wen Ning was still lying on the couch, not daring to look back at him, and even her breathing became lighter.
She could feel the man's eyes on her back, causing the muscles on the side of her neck to tense.
Behind her ears, which were originally as pale as paper, a thin layer of red appeared as if stained with rouge.
"It's all my fault. I caused Ning'er so much pain." The man stretched out his hand, and his warm palm gently placed on the back of her neck that was not injured.
If I hadn't left her in the border town, and if I hadn't killed all the bandits when I suppressed them, this wouldn't have happened.
Wen Ning's body stiffened, and she buried her face deeper into the pillow. "Don't blame the Marquis... Doctor Su also said that if you take good care of yourself, you will be able to recover in two or three days."
Xie Jinglan leaned down, his eyes level with her profile buried in the pillow.
Her fingertips gently brushed through the scattered hair, and her tone was filled with unquestionable solemnity, "I will never touch you in the next few days. You can rest and recuperate without worrying about anything. I will let the servants take care of the dressing and cleaning. I will never overstep the boundaries again."
The pillowcase rubbed against the hot earlobe, and Wen Ning made a mosquito-like "hmm" sound.
Her throat moved, but she bit her lip before speaking, "Once my injury is healed, I will immediately find another place to live. It's not appropriate for Xibao and I to live in the Marquis' Mansion."
She knew it was inappropriate to say this at the moment, but she couldn't help but speak, just because she didn't want the Marquis and the old lady to have a rift because of her.
These words were as cold as ice, striking Xie Jinglan's heart without any preparation.
He knew that she was always sensitive and thoughtful, but he didn't expect that she was still planning to leave at this moment.
My throat seemed to be blocked by something, and the words I wanted to say came to my mouth, but I swallowed them back.
Xie Jinglan took her health into consideration and ultimately was reluctant to argue with her at this moment.
He paused, and the turmoil in his eyes instantly subsided, leaving only a calm demeanor. "First, heal your wounds. We'll talk about the future later."
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In the past few days, the Anyuan Marquis Mansion has added a lot of liveliness that was not there before because of the appearance of the delicate and pretty little Xibao.
When the old lady was walking in the garden, she could hear the clear laughter of children coming from across the courtyard.
The sound was like a bell dipped in honey, jingling into my heart.
The old lady, who had always been dignified and serious, had taken the unusual step of going to the cross-courtyard in the past two days.
In the next few days, she simply let Nanny Xue bring Xibao to her yard to play.
This Xibao is indeed likable.
Even at such a young age, he was very clever. He would politely greet people and call out in a baby voice, "Old Madam, Mammy, Butler Grandpa..."
The voice was so soft that even the autumn sun seemed to be softened.
After getting familiar with each other for a few days, the childish nature could no longer be hidden.
He was in the old lady's yard, jumping up and down the steps along the corridor, and from time to time he let out a few childish cheers.
He squatted on the bluestone slab and picked up fallen leaves, picking out those that were bright red or yellow like gold foil. He ran over with his chubby hands, tiptoeing to put them on the old lady's knees, "Old lady, look at the flowers."
It had been a long time since the yard had been so lively and bustling. The old lady smiled as she took the flowers and leaves handed to her by Xibao. Her fingertips touched his chubby little palm, and a smile spread in her eyes.
She stroked the lines on the leaves and casually turned to ask Aunt Xue beside her, "This child looks almost two years old. Has he been weaned yet?"
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