Chapter 52 I’m afraid of hurting my son’s hand
Sang Ru: "Madam, Xiaowu is waiting outside now."
Yu Qinghuan frowned slightly, looking puzzled. "If you're sick, go find a doctor. Why are you looking for me? I can't treat patients."
Sang Ru nodded repeatedly. It made sense. If you were sick, you should go see a doctor. Why would you go to her wife? Her wife was not a doctor.
She was just about to go out and send the man away when she saw Yu Qinghuan picking up the cloak hanging next to her and putting it on.
Judging from the situation, it doesn't look like he won't go.
Seeing that Yu Qinghuan was about to leave the room, Sang Ru hurriedly called out: "Madam..."
Yu Qinghuan then turned to look at Sang Ru and explained, "The young master helped a lot with the Crown Prince's affairs. Now that he's sick, I know I can't just sit back and do nothing."
She patted Sang Ru's shoulder and said, "I'll go take a look and be back soon. You stay here."
Sang Ru watched Yu Qinghuan's figure follow Xiao Wu and disappear over the wall, sighing in her heart. It would be bad enough if she climbed the wall during the day, but now she climbed it in the middle of the night. If someone with ulterior motives knew about this, who knows what kind of rumors would spread.
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Wrapped in a cloak, Yu Qinghuan walked through the cold wind, following Xiao Wu all the way to Mu Huaian's yard.
The moment the door opened, a strong smell of medicine hit me in the face.
Yu Qinghuan walked in and looked around. The furnishings in the room were no different from when she came back last time.
She walked to the bedside and saw Mu Huaian lying on the bed with a mask on his face. He was breathing rapidly, and the half of his face without the mask was abnormally flushed.
Her brow furrowed, "How long has he been like this?"
Xiao Wu looked anxious. "Young Master caught a cold a few days ago. I thought he would be fine after taking some medicine, but he has been running a fever and unconscious since noon yesterday. He can't even take medicine today."
Yu Qinghuan was puzzled: "Why don't you ask for a doctor?"
The young master of the Duke Dingguo's mansion is lying here with a high fever, and no one in this village goes to call a doctor?
Xiao Wu looked self-blaming. "Because the young master instructed yesterday not to alert the people in the palace, I haven't called a doctor yet. Today I sent someone back to the capital to fetch a doctor, but the city gates are closed, so the doctor won't be here until tomorrow morning."
He didn't want to disturb Madam Yu so late at night, but when the young master was unconscious, he muttered and called Madam Yu several times, so he dared to ask someone to come.
While the two were talking, a servant brought in a bowl of freshly boiled medicine. Xiao Wu took the medicine, scooped a spoonful and fed it to Mu Huaian's mouth, but the medicine flowed out from the corners of his mouth, so he hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief.
Yu Qinghuan just watched as Xiao Wu fed him three spoonfuls of medicine, but he didn't get any of it in.
She held her forehead in her hand speechlessly. It would be strange if he could drink the medicine if she fed him like that.
Yu Qinghuan, unable to bear watching any longer, stepped forward and snatched the medicine bowl from Xiao Wu's hand, "I'll do it."
Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stood up to make room. He watched Yu Qinghuan sit down beside the bed with the medicine bowl in her hand. She opened her red lips and gently blew on the medicine in the bowl to cool it down.
He suddenly remembered that the storybooks he had read before were all written like this: the protagonist was unconscious and couldn't drink the medicine, so his lover fed him the medicine with his mouth, and the medicine went in.
His young master has no sweetheart, and the only woman around him now is Madam Yu.
Xiao Wu's eyes widened. Could it be that... Madam Yu was going to feed his young master medicine with her mouth?!
This is frivolous!
Do you want to stop it yourself?!
While he was still struggling with his conscience, Yu Qinghuan had already taken off the troublesome mask on Mu Huaian's face and threw it aside.
She frowned. These people in the village were really careless. When the man was unconscious, they didn't even know to take off the mask and get a wet towel to cool Mu Huaian down.
Seeing this scene, the two servants nearby looked at each other in bewilderment. Their young master had never taken off his mask in front of them, and no one dared to touch it. This Madam Yu was truly audacious and presumptuous.
However, none of them dared to step forward to stop him, for fear of seeing the young master's appearance and being betrayed.
Xiao Wu quickly asked the others to leave the house. The mask had been taken off, and Madam Yu was definitely going to feed him medicine. He didn't dare let these people see it, as it would damage the reputation of the young master and Madam Yu!
However, when he drove the people out and turned around, he saw a scene that he would never forget.
Yu Qinghuan placed the soup bowl on the table beside him, clamped Mu Huaian's burning jaw with his left hand and pried it open, scooped a full spoonful of medicine with his right hand and inserted it directly between his teeth, poured the medicine in, and then closed his jaw again and held it tightly.
Xiaowu: “…” It was really rough, far from what he had imagined feeding medicine was.
What was surprising was that Mu Huaian, who was in a coma, actually swallowed the medicine without spilling any of it.
He was immediately delighted and hurriedly stepped forward to hold the medicine bowl and put it next to Yu Qinghuan so that she could feed her the medicine.
After pouring several spoonfuls of medicine in a row, until Mu Huaian's chin was pinched red, the medicine bowl was finally empty, and Yu Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief with an imperceptible sense.
"Go get a basin of cold water and two clean handkerchiefs." She ordered without turning her head.
Xiao Wu excitedly said, "I'll go right away!"
After a while, the water came, along with two handkerchiefs.
Yu Qinghuan immediately soaked a handkerchief in cold water, wrung it dry, and placed it on Mu Huaian's forehead. Then, she took another one and leaned over to wipe the sweat off his face.
Although she had seen his face in the carriage last time, Mu Huaian had been covering it up, so she didn't actually look at it very carefully.
And now, the person was lying in front of her. She could clearly see the face that had been hidden under the mask. The dark red scar stretched from the brow bone to the jaw, like a dead branch entwined on the originally handsome face.
The clearer she saw, the more frightened Yu Qinghuan became. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she unconsciously softened her movements as the handkerchief stroked the uneven skin.
Xiao Wu, who was standing by, was stunned and stared blankly, with a bitter feeling in his heart: If Miss Chen could be like Madam Yu in front of him... the young master might not have hidden in the manor and stayed away from the world.
Putting the handkerchief back on the edge of the basin, Yu Qinghuan instructed Xiaowu, "Every once in a while, take it off and soak it in cold water, then put it back on."
Xiao Wu quickly responded, "I understand. Thank you, ma'am!"
Yu Qinghuan was ready to leave, but just as she was about to stand up, her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly!
She paused and looked down at Mu Huaian, who was still asleep.
Xiao Wu, who was standing by, hurried forward and tried to pry open his master's fingers so that Yu Qinghuan could leave.
But the harder Xiao Wu tried to pry it open, the harder the unconscious Mu Huaian grabbed Yu Qinghuan's wrist, causing Yu Qinghuan to frown in pain.
At this moment, Mu Huaian on the bed uttered a mumbling sound:
“Don’t go…”
This cry made Xiaowu feel very sad.
He looked at Mu Huaian, then at Yu Qinghuan, gritted his teeth, and let go of her hand, his tone very embarrassed: "Madam Yu, my young master is too strong. If I force it open, I'm afraid I'll hurt my hand."
Yu Qinghuan said in a deep voice, "It's okay, just use your strength."
It's just a minor injury, I'm not that fragile.
Xiao Wu said calmly, "Please forgive me, Madam Yu. I was just afraid of hurting my young master's hand."
Yu Qinghuan: “…”
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