Chapter 89 Leg Ailment Wen Zheliu's legs were cramping, but his eyes were filled with unprecedented...
Wen Zheliu was extremely worried, but the little girl in his arms was still crying non-stop.
Her face flushed red, as if she wanted to cry out all the pain that had been suppressed in Wen Zheliu's stomach for eight or nine months through this loud voice.
After finally lowering her voice, she clenched her fists, kicked her legs, and twisted left and right, as if there was a thorn in her arms. She tossed and turned, her head tilted back from time to time, feeling uneasy.
It's strange, has she been coaxed into recovery, or not?
"Good girl, go to sleep, okay?"
Wen Zheliu hugged her with one hand and shook a rattle with the other.
The little girl slowly closed her eyes, but before her breathing became softer, she suddenly let out a "wow" and half a gram of white milk overflowed from the corner of her mouth.
Oh no, why is he vomiting again!
Wen Zheliu frowned and carefully lifted the little girl up. The fishy milk dripped from the corners of her mouth, outside her swaddling clothes, and slid onto Wen Zheliu's clean and tidy dragon bed, which was scented every day.
Wen Zheliu is a very clean person. If his clothes are dirty or wet, he will change them immediately.
Looking at the little girl's frown, he felt no disgust in his heart, but only heartache.
She suffered such a misfortune at such a young age.
What a sin.
Hadn't Helanyuan said the little girl was in good health? How come she had the same weakness as him, a weak spleen and stomach, prone to vomiting? Could it be a genetic condition that Helanyuan hadn't noticed?
"If you feel uncomfortable, just vomit. It's okay."
Wen Zheliu clumsily slid along the little girl's back, imitating how he had soiled the bed before, and He Jiuyue took care of his every move.
Didn't Xiaobai go to invite Helanyuan? Why hasn't he come back yet?
"Wow--" The little girl vomited milk and seemed to be in even more pain. She cried even harder and her voice was so loud that it almost overturned the tiles on the roof of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity. Without the milk stuck in her throat, her howls became even louder and louder.
I heard the buzzing of willow branches in my ears, and my heart was filled with joy.
My daughter should be in good health, but she is feeling unwell just because of him.
"Okay, okay, don't cry anymore."
Wen Zheliu wanted to pick up the little girl and rock her gently, but he was worried that she would feel dizzy, so he gave up.
"Stop crying, dear. The more you cry, the more uncomfortable you will feel."
For fear of disturbing the girl, he whispered in her ear while hearing the willow branches being cut.
He has a bad spleen and stomach, vomits frequently, and has extensive experience in this area.
Whenever you are overly emotional, your stomach will easily feel uncomfortable. Even if you laugh happily, you should do it in moderation, let alone cry bitterly.
The more you cry, the more nauseous you become.
Compared to him, the little girl's stomach was not delicate to begin with. She only cried too hard and spilled two or three mouthfuls of milk.
Just comfort her and she'll be fine.
As Wenzheliu had expected, the little girl gradually calmed down after hearing his soft words, slowly closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep, no longer crying or vomiting.
After coaxing her to sleep, Wen Zheliu realized belatedly that his leg had been twitching.
He was just so busy coaxing the child that he even forgot his own pain. Others forget the pain after their wounds have healed, but he forgot the pain because his scars haven't healed yet. No wonder the pain always comes back to him. It must be a deliberate revenge.
Wen Zheliu held his daughter in one hand and pressed his cramped leg with the other. He thought for a while, trying to find a way to cheer himself up, then smiled with pursed lips.
Stop it, the little girl wants to sleep.
The legs didn't understand what people were saying and started to cramp.
No matter how good Wen Zheliu's character was, it was completely worn out by its spasms one after another.
My leg is so annoying, why does it keep twitching?
"Your Majesty, Imperial Physician Helan is here." Xiaobai knocked on the door lightly outside. After getting permission, he led Helan Yuan and her medicine boy inside.
Wen Zheliu hugged the little girl, leaving one of her arms free for Helan Yuan to take her pulse.
"The princess just vomited milk, is it serious?"
Helan Yuan looked down at the little girl, then looked up at Wen Zheliu, his face showing embarrassment: "The princess is fine, it's just..."
She drew out the last line of her words but didn't finish them immediately, leaving people in suspense.
"Just what? Tell me." Although Wen Zheliu was very curious, he knew when to stop. Generally speaking, he was not the kind of person who would dig deep to get to the bottom of things.
Unless, like now, it concerns someone he cares about.
He could get into an accident or feel unwell, but he couldn't afford to delay for the child.
"It's just that your majesty's health is not very good."
He frowned when he heard about the willow being broken.
Isn't it normal for him to be in poor health?
Is it really bad that Helan Yuan is hesitating like this?
"You haven't even taken my pulse yet, how can you make such a conclusion?"
"Forgive me for being blunt, Your Majesty, but have you been experiencing leg cramps for a while?"
He lowered his eyes when he heard the willow being broken.
He held the little girl in his hands and gently handed her to Xiaobai: "Take the princess down first, don't disturb her rest."
The little princess only resisted contact with others when she was awake, but once she closed her eyes and fell asleep, she didn't care about anything and was quietly carried out by Xiaobai.
After the little girl was carried out of the main hall and taken to the quiet side hall to sleep, Wen Zheliu began to ask Helan Yuan.
"You just said that my dragon body was unwell. Were you referring to the leg disease?"
"Yes and no," Helan Yuan lowered his head, feeling sympathetic. "Your Majesty, I'm not deliberately keeping you in suspense. Firstly, childbirth is extremely physically demanding for a pregnant woman, so any sequelae are inevitable. Secondly, you took that powerful labor-inducing drug, which will also cause great harm to your body. Thirdly..."
As if she had touched upon something unspeakable again, she swallowed several times before she finished her words under Wen Zheliu's sharp eyes.
"Thirdly, you were already weak and unfit for childbirth. You were fortunate to have safely given birth to a princess and survived this ordeal. However, this great fortune comes at the cost of your health. You should not stay in bed for the time being and need to rest."
It was not a good thing after all. Helan Yuan was worried that Wen Zheliu could not bear it, so he said it very tactfully.
But she was tactful, and there was no need to be tactful when hearing about the broken willows.
"You mean, my leg ailment isn't just temporary, it'll recur, and it's not just my leg ailment. It's normal for me to experience other discomforts?"
Helan Yuan's official uniform on his back was soaked with sweat.
She kowtowed repeatedly: "When an enemy comes, we will fight him; when water comes, we will block it with earth. Although your majesty's illness is severe, the Imperial Hospital has countless precious medicinal herbs and medical books that will surely protect your majesty. I will use all my life's knowledge to take care of your majesty!"
"Less talk, more action."
Wen Zheliu felt pain in her legs and was too lazy to listen to her showing off her knowledge, so he called her forward.
"Come here first and relieve this cramp."
"...Yes." As soon as Helan Yuan started, Wen Zheliu couldn't help but cry out in pain, not to mention rubbing and massaging, which was totally unacceptable.
Helplessly, Helan Yuan could only press the school position for him.
After a lot of tossing and turning, Wen Zheliu's jumping legs finally calmed down.
"Helan Yuan."
Wen Zheliu was covered in cold sweat and too lazy to move. She simply asked Helan Yuan, who was rubbing her legs to relieve the remaining spasms, from this half-paralyzed position: "Tell me the truth, what's wrong with my legs?"
"Your Majesty has suffered severe injuries. I'm afraid you won't be able to walk for a short time." Helan Yuan lowered his head.
"You prescribed a prescription, but it didn't work?"
Wen Zheliu asked while carefully trying to move his legs which had been resting on the couch for two or three days.
...It can only move an inch.
It seemed that although the leg was on his hip, it was just like a vase, there for beauty.
He shouldn't have done that. He even used the chamber pot yesterday.
Why can't I move my legs today?!
"It's normal to have no feeling in your legs?" Wen Zheliu's voice trembled involuntarily when he asked.
Helan Yuan was also confused: "Logically speaking, although your body is seriously weak, you have no external injuries after all. You are not completely unconscious. You should be able to move a little... right?"
Yes, you can move a little.
But, I can only move slightly, not a little more.
Haha, he couldn't even tell how hard Helan Yuan was pressing on his legs.
"Go get the prescription." Wen Zheliu pulled the thin blanket over his legs, which had grown thinner without him noticing. "I don't need you to wait on me here."
When Xiaobai came back after sending the princess away, he saw Wen Zheliu leaning on the couch with his elbows and reaching out to him.
"Help me down from the bed."
How strange! Why does Your Majesty want to get up and move?
No matter how he advised His Majesty to exercise more, His Majesty would not listen.
Xiaobai was puzzled, but did as he was told.
As soon as Wen Zheliu's toes touched the carpet on the ground, he started to tremble uncontrollably. Not to mention walking on the carpet as he wanted, he couldn't even stand still.
He could only lean on Xiaobai limply, as if he had no bones.
Not only him, Xiaobai also looked surprised.
"Your Majesty," Xiaobai vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Wen Zheliu, and his words were as weak as the buzz of a mosquito, "Go back to the couch first. In case you bump into something and hurt your body..."
"No."
Wen Zheliu's legs were cramping and his lips were trembling, but his eyes were clearer than ever before.
"Xiaobai, let go."
"Your Majesty?" Xiaobai was horrified. He widened his eyes and cautiously advised, "Your Majesty, no, you will fall..."
Wen Zheliu swung it hard.
"Let me go! Are you deaf? Can't you hear me?"
He used all his strength, but Xiaobai refused to let go, and with the strength of an ox, he held him tightly, preventing him from falling to the ground and harming his already weak body. "...Your Majesty, I'm sorry."
Wen Zheliu was rarely angry.
"I am a useless person, a useless person who needs help even to walk! Why are you still following me? Come, I will untie the loyalty pill for you! You can find another good master!"
He reached into his arms, but couldn't feel the antidote pill, only something warm.
——It was the amulet that He Jiuyue gave him.
Ah, but when Xiaobai saw him like a piece of mud that couldn’t even stand up, he felt like he was going crazy.
What if He Jiuyue, who is at the top of his heart, saw it?
He might as well bang his head against the wall and die!
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Xiaobai was afraid of offending Wen Zheliu at first, so he only used 50% to 60% of his strength and was almost thrown away by the sudden burst of power from Wen Zheliu. He was completely helpless and had to hold Wen Zheliu's waist tightly with both hands.
"Why are you doing this? If Sima He saw you complaining like this, he would be heartbroken!"
He Jiuyue...will feel sorry for him?
He was feeling uncomfortable before, and she didn't show any disgust, but at that time he could at least move independently. Now, he couldn't even walk, and his legs couldn't even touch the ground.
He is a complete loser.
Will she show mercy?
...I hope so.
His broken body can only be used to arouse people's pity.
"...Your Majesty, may I help you back?" Xiaobai hadn't seen Wenzheliu struggling for a long time, so he carefully chose his words and gave his suggestions. After getting his nod, he slowly moved towards the bed.
It’s more like “holding” than “helping”.
Wen Zheliu's legs were almost completely powerless.
“Ah, ah!”
Affected by his disability, Wen Zheliu was unhappy and didn't even notice when the little girl was brought to his bedside. He only saw a short pair of fingers wagging. When he lowered his head, he found that the little girl seemed to be trying to pull his collar.
Hmm? She's had enough sleep and wants to play with someone?
Wen Zheliu stretched out his slender white index finger and placed it against the back of her small hand.
The little girl ignored his hand and touched his collar.
After giving birth, except for the legs, all other parts of her body became inexplicably sensitive. No matter how light the girl's strength was, Wen Zheliu's face still blushed after a few times.
...Although he is young, he knows where the best places to touch are.
Just like her mother, she likes to go to this place the most.
I'm afraid he will be a pervert when he grows up.
But she is so young and can hardly see clearly, so she should not be old enough to be attracted by his beauty.
Could it be that there is something else?
After observing the energetic little girl with great interest for a while, Wen Zheliu still didn't understand what she meant, so he simply called the two palace maids who took care of the girl.
"What does she want to do?"
The palace maid knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, the princess is hungry and wants to drink milk."
"Then take her away and feed her." Wen Zheliu reluctantly handed over his daughter.
But when he pretended to be relaxed and let go, the little girl started crying loudly. Her small fingers were surprisingly strong and she insisted on grabbing Wen Zheliu's collar. She cried and made a sucking sound.
Now, even though Wen Zheliu lacked experience, he understood what she wanted to do.
The girl wants to drink his milk.
If he was asked to feed her, he would be happy to do so, but...
"Isn't she unable to drink human milk? Call Helan Yuan over."
She didn't dare to go far. Helan Yuan, who had been waiting in the side hall, rushed over after hearing the news. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Perhaps, it's okay for my biological father."
Can he really feed me?
A faint smile appeared on Wen Zheliu's lips.
This is the right thing to do, you should feed your own child.
"You guys go out, Xiaobai stay."
Although Xiaobai is a homosexual, Wen Zheliu still felt a little hot on the face when feeding the child in front of him. He turned sideways and covered his slender waist with the curtain.
The pale fingertips lightly unbutton the clothes, and the scenery is so beautiful.
Wen Zheliu was struggling to decide which one to let the little girl eat, but the little girl pounced on the one closest to her.
"hiss!"
Didn't she have teeth yet? Why was it so painful?
After enduring for a moment with his face burning, Wen Zheliu gently reached out and pushed her.
"Stop eating now. I don't know if this milk is suitable for you. If you drink too much, you might feel uncomfortable again."
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The author has something to say: This leg disease is the leg disease in the copy, it won’t get better, and there will be more serious ones later [hug]
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