Fang Chengyin's eyes widened as she stared at the big hand that suddenly grasped her wrist. She couldn't speak for a moment. She stared at the big hand with her mouth open, and then at the man's frowning brows because of discomfort.
"You...let me go!" Fang Chengyin said to Kong Wenjie in a low voice while struggling. She knew that Kong Wenjie must be sick and confused, so he did this. She naturally would not blame Kong Wenjie. But what if others saw it? This man and woman were in the same room and were still pulling each other like this, she couldn't say anything even if she had a mouth.
"Don't, don't go." A hoarse plea came out of Qinghui's dry mouth. Kong Wenjie held Fang Chengyin tighter, "Girl. Don't go. You, you don't leave me..."
"Don't do this!" Fang Chengyin's face flushed, and she was about to cry, but she couldn't get rid of the man's hand. He was too strong. Fang Chengyin heard some noise coming from outside. It should be the maidservant bringing the doctor. She was very nervous. She bit her lip, as if she was making up her mind. Suddenly she leaned over and bit the strong wrist that was holding her tightly.
Almost at the same time, the big hand finally let go of her.
Fang Chengyin then breathed a long sigh of relief, and hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wrap around the wrist that was bleeding, and quickly stood up from the ground.
"Miss! Miss!" The little maid breathlessly lifted the curtain and reported to Fang Chengyin, "The big guard Kong has gone out. He said he won't be back until after noon. I'll ask the doctor to come first."
"Oh... hurry! Please ask the doctor to come in." Fang Chengyin said hurriedly, pursing her lips. The faint smell of blood in her mouth made her feel uncomfortable all over. Her beautiful eyes glanced at Kong Wenjie's wrist from time to time. Fortunately, Kong Wenjie's sleeves were wide, and his whole hand was covered tightly at this time. It should not be discovered by anyone, right?
"Oh," the maid was busy letting the doctor in. She looked at the scene on the ground and couldn't help but exclaimed, then looked at Fang Chengyin, "Miss, did you put the bedding on Guard Kong?"
"Should I drag him into the room? I couldn't bear to see him freezing, so I could only get a quilt and cover him with it," Fang Chengyin touched her nose guiltily, and said, "Since the doctor is here, let's go back first."
"Miss, do you want to ask a servant to come and take care of Guard Little Kong?" The little maid asked, "Guard Big Kong is busy all day long, I'm afraid he doesn't have time to take care of Guard Little Kong."
"Okay, go find the butler and ask him to find a reliable servant to serve Guard Kong." Fang Chengyin nodded, glanced at Kong Wenjie who was still sleeping, then turned around and walked out the door.
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March 29, 1934
Ningguta.
Qingming Festival is approaching, and Gu Changlin wants to go back to his hometown in Yanshe to worship his ancestors. Zhong Mingwei sends Pang Yi to go with him.
Before leaving, Gu Changlin prepared all the medicines he would need in the next few days and took Zhong Mingwei's pulse again.
"Your pulse..." Gu Changyuan gently placed his fingers on Zhong Mingwei's wrist, his expression a little solemn and a little puzzled, "I always feel that your pulse is a little bit wrong, but I don't know what's wrong."
Ever since Gu Changlin first met Zhong Mingwei, he felt that there was something strange about Zhong Mingwei's pulse. However, more than three months had passed and he still couldn't figure out the reason. He often took Zhong Mingwei's pulse on weekdays, but always got nothing.
"Maybe I've been paralyzed in bed for too long?" Zhong Mingwei said, withdrawing his hand and lowering his sleeves. He said to Gu Changlin, "I was bedridden for almost the entire last year. It was only after the Double Ninth Festival that I could barely get out of bed and walk around. But after New Year's Eve, I was seriously injured again. I've been bedridden for more than three months now. I'm afraid my pulse has changed because of this."
"That's possible," Gu Changlin nodded, took a sip of tea, paused and said, "But I always feel that I have seen your pulse somewhere before, but I just can't remember it for the time being. It happens that I will go back to Yanshe this time, and I will carefully check the files saved over the years. Maybe I can find it."
"Thank you very much, sir." Zhong Mingwei stood up and bowed deeply to Gu Changlin with great effort.
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