Chapter 77: Temptation can only lure you with confusion and failure
This is no longer within the scope of medical skills, it is witchcraft and sorcery.
It was Chen Juansheng's unique technique, specially designed to deal with her.
If I ask myself, in my life of practicing medicine and saving lives, I must have treated at least eight hundred patients, if not a thousand. What kind of infatuated men and women, what kind of crazy talk, have I not heard?
But no one can be like this guy, who can quickly transform his own pitifulness and vulnerability into the most dangerous poison and pour it into your ears without any explanation.
"Okay, okay," she said, almost laughing. "Chen Juansheng, you're amazing."
He held her in his arms from behind, and she kicked back suddenly, using martial arts, but he had anticipated this and pinned her down with his legs, making her unable to move.
"Chen Juansheng, let me go!" He lowered his voice, fearing that if his voice was a little louder, it would seem like he was flirting with his lover.
"No." He repeated hollowly.
Drops of water rolled down the ends of his inky hair, one drop, two drops, dripping into her warm neck, causing a small shudder.
It was not completely icy cold, but the temperature had been briefly affected by the underground hot springs. It was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, which was a bit strange and dangerous.
The wet hair slid across her cheeks and neck like cold stream water, bringing with it a lingering and itchy feeling.
"Miss Qing," he panted, his eyes, now invisible and sunken in jade, just "gazing" at her from the side.
The water droplets slid down the clear skin texture, disappeared in the shadow of the belt around the waist, and dripped from the slightly wet hair, hitting her cheeks, making her shiver.
"Don't move," he whispered, his voice dark and almost ferocious. "If you move, I... I don't know what I'll do."
Qing Guiyu was startled and didn't dare to move for a moment. Even Chen Juansheng behind him seemed to be stunned for a moment.
After a while, he spoke lightly.
"Miss Qing, you just said..."
"How many people have you treated?" But his free hand did not do anything out of the ordinary. He just gently stroked her cheek, and his fingertips gently stroked the lines of her lips that were tightened due to anger.
Wait a minute,
This question was too strange, and Qing Guiyu was unable to react for a moment. She could only stare at his beautiful eyes that reflected the empty candlelight.
"Yeah." He didn't seem to need her answer, but continued to speak in that bewitching tone.
"One hundred? One thousand?"
"In terms of injuries, there must be people with more serious ones than mine. In terms of illnesses, there must be people with more troublesome ones than mine."
"Am I... just one of the hundreds of blurry faces in your memory? You saved me, cured me, and then sent me away, forgetting me behind you, just like you forgot all the other patients you cured who became mediocre and insignificant."
......ah?
Qing Guiyu had never been questioned like this by a patient in his life, and was still thinking about the meaning of his words.
He had slowly raised his head, and a bleak smile stretched across his beautiful face, immersed in the mist and light.
"No...that's not right," he immediately denied himself. His unseen eyes stared at her blankly, but the curve of his lips was almost filled with pleasure. "I'm not mediocre."
“I am the biggest loser.”
The warm yellow light scattered into a flowing golden sand in his empty eyes.
"They may have children crying out for food, or parents waiting at their doorstep. They are all living people, flesh and blood, with concerns and memories. Saving them is a sign of your good deeds, a sign of your compassion as a doctor."
"But I, Miss Qing," he said sadly, "look at me."
He slowly leaned over with his breathtakingly beautiful face, his cheek touching hers, their moist breaths mingling.
"If I don't feel pain, you won't feel sorry for me. If I'm scheming, you won't worry about me. Since I can't cry, I can only laugh. My blood is cold, and even being close to you like this makes you feel uncomfortable."
"So, you see, Miss Qing." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, and the laughter moved his chest, passing through their tightly pressed bodies and lingeringly conveying it to her.
"Chen Jiansheng schemed against the world, only to be deserted by his friends and family, imprisoned his father and murdered his own relatives. You loathe him, you hate him. I blinded myself, turning myself into a worthless person who needs your care."
He continued weeping,
"...Miss Qing doesn't like me. Seeing me will neither comfort you nor make you happy."
In those empty eyes, the sight that once existed passed by.
"But I have nothing else. Except these failures, these ugliness, these pains that make you feel pitiful and hateful."
He was silent for a moment, then spoke again hoarsely.
"...I can only use these things to lure you."
Cold water drops fell on the side of her neck.
Has this Young Master Jin Sheng used all his life's intelligence and talent on how to make himself appear more miserable, more pitiful, and more worthy of others'... pain?
Qing Guiyu thought about it carefully.
When it comes to deception, Shen Jiansheng is the master of his trade, and his greatest skill is weaving lies out of the truth.
And of course, most of what he said was right.
He is really... too good at using his own weaknesses as weapons.
It's so smart that it's outrageous, and so cruel that it's shocking.
He said the word "temptation" clearly and openly without any reservation.
Oh my god.
Let her seduce me, thank God, this favorite concubine is using the same old tricks again this time.
Being tempered by his steadfast face every day, using the method of the defeated army to win every day, and being squeezed back and forth, she has at least made some progress.
This person, Mr. Jinsheng,
If he is fine and has been cured, send him back and he will come to find you.
Tell him to go away. Even if he makes him cry, his cataract will get worse and he will lose his eyesight, but he will still come to find you.
There is nothing I can do but to deal with being a tyrant.
"That's enough," she said dazedly, raising her hand and patting his cheek gently instead.
"knew."
"I've been practicing medicine for ten years and have saved countless lives."
"There are those who are worse off than you, those who are more seriously injured than you, and those who are kneeling on the ground begging for my sympathy."
She paused for a moment and could clearly feel the arms around her from behind tightening a little.
So she thoughtfully - or rather, casually, stroked his cold black hair that was still dripping with water and hung in front of his face.
My previous expectations were good, and the feel was indeed excellent. It's a pity that such beautiful hair happened to be born on such a troublesome head.
"It's not mediocre or anything like that,"
She gently touched his cheek with her fingertips, pushed his beautiful yet fierce face a little further away, and said sternly,
"You're the most troublesome."
"You're the most difficult."
"You are the worst kind of thing."
If we talk about the most troublesome, difficult, cunning, and resourceful person in the world, and he looks like a disaster, he would solemnly admit to being second. Who would dare to claim to be first?
Suddenly I found it a little funny, and even felt that it was not enough to vent my anger, so I added another sentence.
"There's no other bastard like you in the whole world."
She paused, taking advantage of the opportunity when the young man behind her became stiff.
"Since I can't beat them in a fight, and my plan has gone awry, I can't even see."
Qing Guiyu reached out and gently patted his cheek.
"It's best to just be quiet and don't move. Otherwise, once you die, I'll go traveling with my junior brother and find a way to cure him. Wouldn't that be great?"
Without waiting for him to respond, she continued calmly,
"Anyway, you probably won't live as long as me."
......
The room was silent for a moment, with only the dim light of the candle still flickering.
"...Miss Qing is right."
After a long time, he finally spoke. His voice was still tender and soft in her ears, but surprisingly calm.
"I'm the most troublesome, the most difficult, and the worst kind of person." He smiled contentedly, and slowly, as if rolling his tongue, repeated her previous taunt.
Each word was worded gently, yet it felt like holding a mouthful of ice that could not be melted.
Look, being sarcastic and mean is of no use at all.
Others are like punching cotton.
And she, Qing Guiyu, punched Peach Blossom!
"But Miss Qing," he held her hand, but the strength did not loosen at all. Instead, with a paranoid gentleness, he held her deeper and tighter in his arms.
"I can't see anymore."
Those eyes, which had lost their luster, just "stared" at the void beside her, reflecting the hazy moonlight and water vapor outside the window, so empty that it was frightening.
"It's dark in here."
He gently rubbed his cheek against the warm side of her neck.
"I'm scared."
——It’s really too perfunctory. A person who has been trapped in a cold pond and kept in an ice coffin for thirteen years is actually afraid of the dark?
Yes, she had just taught him with all her heart that there was no one in the world who was not afraid.
If he hadn't held me tightly from behind, I would have regretted it so much that I wanted to bang my head against the wall and die here.
I was irritated by his attitude of not taking people's flaws seriously, but why did I say that? Why did I try to persuade him?
Now, the world has changed, he has become the master of Tianji who stirs up the world, and the decisive and ruthless Young Master Jin Sheng. Now that things have come to this, is it possible that he still wants her to say that?
——Don’t be afraid, there’s no need to be afraid.
Sooner or later, he would be pissed to death by his ability to make things progress layer by layer and change in a variety of ways.
"Miss Qing," a deep voice interrupted her regret and asked sincerely,
"Just like what happened in the medicine house..."
The young man begged her earnestly, his breath brushing against her ear, hot and wet yet cool.
"...Just stay with me for one night, okay?"
As if he was afraid that she would refuse, he immediately added,
"I... will do as Miss Qing said. Be a good boy and don't move."
It's over.
Qing Guiyu's mind buzzed, and only these two words remained.
This is really... It's easy to invite a god but hard to send him away. Once you pick up a trouble, you have to keep it going even if you cry.
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