Chapter 78: The pain in my stomach has eased after the miscarriage, but I still feel the heaviness around my waist...
If the skin was injured, there shouldn't be so much blood oozing out.
He felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and the child inside him seemed to be falling, like the water constantly washing over the riverbank, threatening to burst its banks, clamoring to break free from the shackles of his body...
"Xiaobai, get out of the sedan chair."
Wen Zheliu's face was pale.
"But we have just arrived at the palace entrance. It's cold outside. You were coughing and gasping for breath at the banquet just now. Why don't you go inside a little?" Xiaobai advised softly.
"……Um."
Wen Zheliu originally wanted to stay here, but only to get rid of the sedan chair bearers so that they would not discover the blood on his body.
But then he thought again, his delicate and frail image was portrayed perfectly by him in front of everyone.
Getting off the sedan chair outside was different from his usual logic and would easily arouse suspicion. Not only would he alert the enemy, but he would also have to endure the cold night wind for no reason. No matter how you think about it, it's not worth it.
It would be better to be carried into the house first.
The feeling of bloating became more and more intense, and it seemed as if all the internal organs in the body turned into a pool of water, rushing straight out.
The sedan bearers lowered the sedan in the yard. Xiaobai stretched out his hand to help Wen Zheliu get down, but was held down by Wen Zheliu's cold hand, and he also heard something in his whisper.
"Send the people down there."
Xiaobai was puzzled, but did as he was told: "You guys, retreat outside and guard the door. I'll take care of you here."
Wen Zheliu gasped softly and was about to say, "My stomach hurts so much, I'm afraid I'm going to have a miscarriage," when he heard Xiaobai let out a short "Ah!"
"Why did you spot? Are you feeling okay?"
Inside the East Palace, the candles were always burning. Xiaobai had good eyesight, so he immediately saw that Wen Zheliu's clothes were stained with blood, which could not be covered by her sleeves.
As expected, Xiaobai couldn’t be hidden from him.
"Maybe, it's just that I bumped into something." Wen Zheliu's breath was so weak that he almost uttered words one by one.
"Call the doctor, but don't alarm her."
Xiaobai was in trouble.
Going to the Imperial Hospital to invite the imperial physician would require the Ministry of Internal Affairs to keep records, and since the Imperial Hospital was controlled by Situ Yun, how could they not tell Situ Yun the truth? Asking the imperial physician to come and treat the childe was a minor matter, but revealing the young master's pregnancy was a major one.
But it is not realistic to go outside to find a doctor. It is curfew now. All the pharmacies in Xiyue City are closed and not a single person will be allowed to stay.
Seeing Xiaobai standing there in a daze, frowning as if thinking about something, Wen Zheliu also realized that something was wrong.
"If you're unsure, just ask Dugu Qiu."
"Yes!" Xiaobai then started and jumped onto the tiles with a "whoosh".
Wen Zheliu didn't have to wait long before Dugu Qiu followed the imperial physician and arrived at the Eastern Palace under the guidance of Xiaobai.
It’s just that when people are in pain, their perception of time will be prolonged along with their sorrow.
He only felt pain for about half a moment, but it felt like he had been suffering for three years.
"This is Helan Yuan, the Imperial Physician Helan."
Wen Zheliu was in so much pain that he couldn't open his eyes. He just squinted them into slits and roughly looked at the imperial physician. He said "hmm" and let Xiaobai help his hand to the soft pillow and put a silk handkerchief on his wrist.
The old doctor took the pulse for a while, then fell to his knees with a plop.
"Lord Dugu, I am old and incompetent, and I am afraid that I can no longer treat His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Please find another expert!"
Dugu Qiu frowned: "What do you mean?"
Helan Yuan hunched over, his head bowed deeply, his white hair, which his official hat couldn't hide, trembling slightly: "This old minister took the prince's pulse and diagnosed a pregnancy!"
Wen Zheliu closed his eyes, but was reluctant to open them again.
How can this imperial physician be considered "stupid"?
It was obvious that he had discovered the royal secret and did not want to be involved in it. He just wanted to quickly distance himself from this matter on the grounds of "lack of medical skills".
"Since the imperial physician says it's a pregnancy pulse, why not tell me more about it? How many months have I been pregnant? And why am I bleeding?"
Wen Zheliu spoke each word with emphasis, asking even though he knew the answer.
Helan Yuan's words flickered: "This..."
Wen Zheliu wanted to press on, but was interrupted by the pain that overflowed from his mouth. Dugu Qiu added to his words at the right time.
"Lord Helan, I asked you to come because I trust you. You are also responsible for His Majesty's recovery. You should be aware of how many years His Majesty has left. Helan Yuan, it's useless to simply avoid it. You have close contact with the nobles, so you should at least express your attitude."
Helan Yuan's old eyes widened: "Lord Dugu, you..."
"Yes, I have made my choice."
Dugu Qiu showed his dagger and said, "As for you, either you get on the same boat with me and become grasshoppers on the same rope, or, as you know, only the dead can keep secrets."
Helan Yuan bit his lips hard until they bled, then kowtowed with a "dong".
"Your humble servant, Helan Yuan, swears to follow Your Highness until death."
"If you really want to show your loyalty, then help me save this child."
Wen Zheliu had taken off his outer clothes and was only wearing a thin inner garment. Most of his chest and back were soaked with cold sweat, and there were a few drops of sweat on his face from the pain. He looked like he had been fished out of the water.
"No matter what method you use to harm my father's body, I only ask to save my child."
Helan Yuan asked Xiaobai for paper and pen, quickly wrote down dozens of medicinal herbs, and asked the medicine boy in the mansion to get them.
"Your Highness, you have kidney deficiency and insufficient Qi and blood. The most important thing right now is to stabilize the fetus. I will prescribe a prescription and get the herbs for you. I will do my best to try."
While the medicine was boiling, Helan Yuan first ordered someone to get cotton cloth to block the bleeding area, and then pressed a few soothing acupuncture points for Wen Zheliu to reduce the amount of bleeding.
Just as he lit the fire to boil the medicine, the bitter and foul smell kept blowing in from the window. When it was completely boiled, it was even more bitter. Wenzheliu felt nauseous just by smelling it from afar. He frowned, drank two sips, and then "wow" and vomited most of it.
"Your Highness, you have to drink this medicine. It will only be effective if it is slowly digested in the stomach." Helan Yuan advised gently.
Not wanting to lose her child, Wen Zheliu held her heaving chest with her bare hands, took a few breaths, and waved to Xiaobai who was holding the medicine bowl.
"Bring it over again."
Xiaobai felt a pain in his heart, but he didn't dare to go against Wen Zheliu's intention. Also, for the sake of the unborn prince in Wen Zheliu's belly, he had to do as he was told.
Wen Zheliu pinched his nose, made up his mind, closed his eyes, and gulped the remaining medicine into his mouth.
Bitterness rose up his throat and he instinctively wanted to vomit.
But good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease. He saw with his own eyes that the several large baskets of herbs sent from outside were only boiled into such a small bowl of black water.
If you spit it out, it will be wasted.
After taking the candy from Xiaobai with both hands and putting it in his mouth, he felt better.
It can be taken orally alone, but the effect is not quick.
Wen Zheliu was pregnant and was born weak, so it was inconvenient for her to take medicine.
Helan Yuan did not dare to give him acupuncture rashly, and even the acupuncture was done with caution. He ordered his servants to crush the mugwort leaves and fry them until hot, then wrap them in a ball of white cloth and apply them carefully to his lower abdomen, soothing the little guy inside through his belly.
After a lot of trouble, the blood that kept flowing down was finally stopped, but Wen Zheliu still felt a heaviness in his stomach and a pain in his waist.
Helan Yuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Please undress the Crown Prince. I need to confirm the situation in detail."
The constant pain made Wen Zheliu's cheeks and lips lose all color.
He almost fainted from the pain. When he heard Helan Yuan was about to untie his clothes, he forced himself to suppress the milky whiteness in his eyes.
"No, men and women shouldn't touch each other."
Helan Yuan was startled, then politely bowed to him and explained the reason: "Doctors don't see men or women in the eyes. Please put aside your grudges and let me take a good look."
Wen Zheliu took a few breaths and pointed at Dugu Qiu.
"You go out now."
When he, Xiaobai and Helan Yuan were the only ones left in the room, Wen Zheliu waved his hand gently and gave instructions to Xiaobai.
"Untie it."
Xiaobai obeyed the order and undressed him.
When Helan Yuan saw the cloth tied around Wen Zheliu's belly, he cried out in surprise, "Ah!"
"I've checked your pulse and it seems your Highness is having a miscarriage. I'm surprised you're so good-tempered, how could you be so angry? It's this piece of cloth that's causing all this trouble. Remove it quickly, and the baby can be saved! Otherwise, the bleeding will start again!"
The strips of cloth were removed one by one, revealing dozens of red marks on Wen Zheliu's abdomen.
Their roots are intertwined, like a coiled snake.
“Hah…”
As soon as it got rid of the restraints, its round belly popped out, helpless and falling straight down.
Wen Zheliu supported his belly with his hands and carefully gave his belly some upward force, and finally he was able to breathe out.
"Your Highness, the child is saved for now, but if you want to keep him, he needs to rest well."
Helanyuan sat aside and waited quietly for half an hour. Seeing that Zheliu had stopped bleeding, he took his pulse for a while and said so.
"……Um."
Wen Zheliu put his hand on the moxa bag on his lower abdomen. His body was in a state of convulsion. He was too lazy to move and was afraid of the cold. He just leaned against the stove and lazily opened half of his eyes.
"From now on, you can't wear a belly binder anymore?"
"Of course not..." Helanyuan was halfway through his words when he noticed Xiaobai was glaring at him, and he changed the subject knowing the situation.
"I know Your Highness doesn't want His Majesty to notice, so you always wear a corset. It's not wrong to wear it occasionally, but you're over four months pregnant and weak, and you don't have a wife by your side. To protect the child, it's best to wear less."
Wen Zheliu raised his hand slightly, and Xiaobai immediately understood what he meant.
"I'll have Imperial Physician Helan chew up what happened tonight and swallow it. Don't mention it to anyone else. From now on, I'll have to trouble you to take care of His Highness's health."
After all, Helan Yuan is an old man in the Imperial Hospital and knows the current affairs best.
"Your Highness, rest assured. I will never mention this to anyone. The herbs I just collected were also dispatched from my residence, not from the Imperial Hospital. Your Majesty will not find out."
He nodded when he heard about the willow being broken.
"Doctor Helan is thoughtful."
Helan Yuan pulled out a piece of paper from his sleeve and respectfully presented it with both hands: "This old minister has a prescription for a healthy pregnancy here. If you don't mind, you can take it and use it."
"Thank you." Wen Zheliu raised his hand to signal Xiaobai to accept it. "Xiaobai, send for Imperial Physician Helan."
It was not until Helan Yuan and Xiaobai were out of sight that Wen Zheliu began to indulge himself. He no longer held up his back as straight as a pine or cypress, but collapsed like a boneless person.
I've heard that getting pregnant is difficult, and protecting the baby until the birth is even more difficult.
He felt the bitterness of this heart firsthand.
For the sake of his children, he would have to pay extra attention to his diet and daily life in the future.
The pain in his abdomen finally subsided. Wen Zheliu stared at the red candle still burning at the head of the bed. Just as he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, his calf suddenly twitched. Just one twitch was not enough. It stopped for a moment and then twitched three or five times in a row.
It seemed as if the calf had gained intelligence at some point, and the tendons, bones, skin and flesh were all in severe cramps.
There were many people in the East Palace watching, and they didn't want to make a sound when they heard about the willow being broken. However, the pain was bearable, but the convulsions were unbearable.
"Hiss!" He couldn't help but gasp.
Xiaobai came back from the side door of the East Palace, knocked on the door and entered the room. Just then he heard Wen Zheliu take a breath and immediately leaned over and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"
He was nostalgic for the old times, and privately, he still liked to call Wen Zheliu "Young Master".
"I told you to call me 'Prince'."
Wen Zheliu is a person who pays attention to details.
He heard Xiaobai was so confused that he didn't even care about the pain in his body. He had to correct the name Xiaobai used before he could tell him where he was feeling uncomfortable.
"My legs are twitching." Wen Zheliu's breathing was uneven.
Xiaobai followed his gaze and what caught his eye was Wen Zheliu's legs lying safely on the couch.
"You didn't smoke?" He reached out his hand in confusion and pressed it.
"Uh!" Xiaobai touched him lightly, and tears welled up in Wen Zheliu's eyes.
The most taboo thing when suffering from cramps is irrelevant touch.
Xiaobai's actions did not alleviate the bitterness at all, but instead made things worse.
"Either you keep pressing it, or you don't touch it."
Xiaobai couldn't stand Wen Zheliu's red eyes, so he apologized repeatedly and reached out to hold his calf, which was completely invisible from the outside.
"You were lying there perfectly still, so how could your legs start to twitch? I remember that only young men who are busy with their bodies will have their calves twitch at night. You are past that age, and shouldn't be twitching so badly."
Wen Zheliu felt both pain and unconsciousness, and the sounds that came out of his mouth were trembling.
"Never mind, no matter what, just be quiet first and hold it down."
A layer of cold sweat oozed out of his entire body, and the twitching in his calf eased a little.
The pain subsided, Wen Zheliu's body relaxed, and only then did he have the mind to think about what was going on with this sudden convulsion.
Maybe this is the price that must be paid to save the child?
"Your Highness, your legs are no longer twitching." To avoid gossip, Xiaobai stopped calling Wen Zheliu "Young Master" and, like the rest of Wen Zheliu's subordinates, addressed him as "Your Highness." He asked timidly, "Do you still want to keep pressing?"
"No, bring me some clean clothes, then destroy these bloodstained ones, and then go out and serve."
Finally, the sticky clothes soaked with sweat were changed, and a warm and dry feeling of comfort enveloped the whole body. Wen Zheliu endured the lingering pain after almost having a miscarriage, and stretched in an awkward posture.
He accidentally stretched his waist, and he gently supported it with his hand, frowning to relieve the numbness.
The abdominal pain has eased, but the waist still feels heavy.
Wen Zheliu avoided the moxa leaves applied on his lower abdomen and rubbed the most painful area with his fingertips.
Lower back pain is probably something that every pregnant man must go through.
After all, it's not surprising that his stomach is bloated like air.
His eyes moved down and met the foot that Xiaobai had just pressed, and Wen Zheliu's eyes widened silently.
Why is his leg swollen?
It's like a steamed bun that has been soaked in water, so fluffy.
He Jiuyue had previously said that his legs, which were slender and white because he didn't walk often, were very attractive.
Whenever they made love, she loved to lift up his legs and put them on her shoulders, enjoying his passionate body in this wide-open position.
He poked it with his finger, and the calf flesh actually sank in, and it took half a day to slowly rebound, as if it was useless.
Wen Zheliu felt a soreness in his nose and almost couldn't breathe. He leaned his back on the couch, tilted his head and coughed, choking to death.
There was nothing good about him.
But her face is acceptable and her limbs are quite slender.
She didn't like it because her legs were swollen.
What would he do without her love?
-----------------------
The author has something to say: I changed the setting of the next unsuspended female E and male A, changed the male protagonist's legs to be disabled, and gave him a heart disease. Recently, I like sickly wheelchair men [shy][scatter flowers]
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
