Zhong Mingwei had been staring at his knees nervously. When he heard what Gu Changlin said, he turned to look at Ah Chou. Ah Chou was biting his lips tightly, and his face was extremely pale. Zhong Mingwei said with a bit of heartache: "Turn your face away. Don't look at it."
Mei Ya nodded and turned her face away obediently. Then the next moment. She felt her hand suddenly held tightly by Zhong Mingwei, so she turned her face away again in a hurry, and then watched Gu Changlin tear off the layers of gauze from his knee. With the pus and blood inside, and even the white flesh, Mei Ya's eyes suddenly became wet. She turned her face away in a hurry again. She wiped the corners of her eyes, and then turned around again, holding Zhong Mingwei's hand with one hand. With one hand around Zhong Mingwei's shoulder. She leaned close to Zhong Mingwei's ear and sang softly: "My knee hurts. Find Lao Xiong. Lao Xiong is not at home, find San Ba. San Ba is sharpening a knife at home, and scared the child. Does it still hurt? It doesn't hurt anymore..."
Even though his knees were aching, Zhong Mingwei was still amused by Mei Ya. He turned his head to look at Mei Ya and laughed softly, "Sanba only cares about stomachache, how can he care about knee pain...hiss..."
"Who said I don't care? Sanba has great powers," Meiya coaxed Zhong Mingwei in a low voice. She obviously wanted to distract Zhong Mingwei, but seeing the beads of sweat oozing from Zhong Mingwei's forehead, she felt so distressed that she didn't have time to find a handkerchief. She directly wiped the man's forehead with her sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"
"Or else, girl, go find me another...hiss..." Seeing the knife in Gu Changlin's hand cut off a piece of pus and blood along with the skin and flesh, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. When he spoke again, his voice was a little trembling, "Go find me another Sanba?"
"Oh, then I'll go look for him again," Meiya responded hurriedly. While holding the man's hand tightly, she sang softly in his ear, "If your knee hurts, go find Lao Xiong. Lao Xiong isn't home, go find San Ba. San Ba is sharpening a knife at home and scared the child. Does it still hurt? It doesn't hurt anymore..."
"Three scars are really effective." Zhong Mingwei forced a smile at Mei Ya.
Mei Ya looked at the bloody knee and the scissors and knife working on it. Her whole body trembled. She swallowed hard, held back her tears, and whispered to Zhong Mingwei: "Mingwei, let's drink Ma Fei San first. I heard that it won't hurt so much after drinking it..."
"What kind of Ma Fei San do you want to drink? How can a young man not even bear this little pain?" Before Zhong Mingwei could speak, Gu Changlin suddenly spoke. His tone was not good, and he did not look up at Mei Ya. He continued to cut the pus and blood skillfully, while constantly scolding Mei Ya, "It was more painful a few days ago, but he endured it well. Now that you are back, he can't bear it anymore. You keep saying that you want to give him Ma Fei San. Can he drink that easily? Aren't you afraid of hurting his brain!"
"But...it obviously hurts," Mei Ya couldn't quite understand Gu Changlin. Gu Changlin, who was always smiling and playful on weekdays, suddenly frowned, as if he had changed into a different person. Mei Ya couldn't help but feel disgusted with his inhumanity, "This is digging out the flesh, cutting the flesh from the body!"
"Then how did he survive in the past?" After cleaning the pus, blood and necrotic flesh on his knees, Gu Changlin put down the scissors and knife in his hands, turned his sweaty face to Mei Ya, and curled his lips coldly, "If he was really as precious as you said, how could he survive the torture in the clan house? How did he drag his half-dead body from the capital to Ningguta? How did he survive the cold winter in Ningguta? If he was really as weak and inexperienced as you said, he would have died in the clan house long ago, and how could he live until now and wait for me to treat him?"
Mei Ya was choked by Gu Changlin's words. She knew that what Gu Changlin said made sense, but she couldn't help thinking in her heart, doesn't Zhong Mingwei have the right to be weak? Does he have to bear all the pain and hardship by himself? He is not an iron man, let alone a god or Buddha. Why should we ask him to do this? He is just an ordinary man. He is no longer the noble prince of the Eastern Palace, so he can be mediocre and weak.
Mei Ya wanted to retort, but Zhong Mingwei held her hand, kissed her lips and whispered, "I'm fine."
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