Zhuge Yue heaved a long sigh, leaning weakly on the bed, then grasped a piece of wood outside, clenched his teeth, and with a swish he fiercely pulled the stick out!
At this moment, Zhuge Yue’s brows were tightly knitted together, his face was twisted, and a painful groan came out of his throat, but he still tried his best to suppress the volume of his voice.
In an instant, blood spurted out!
Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment, then she rushed forward and covered his hideous wound with her hands!
The huge pain made Zhuge Yue's eyes go dark and he almost fainted. Chu Qiao held his shoulders and asked anxiously, "How are you?"
Zhuge Yue's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Very good."
"Don't move, I'll bandage you."
Chu Qiao stood up and quickly ran into the bathroom. After a while, she came back with a wooden bucket. She then nimbly jumped onto the big bed and cleaned Zhuge Yue’s wound with swift hands and feet.
"There are a lot of splinters in there that need to be picked out."
Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment, raised her head, looked at Zhuge Yue's pale face, and asked slowly: "Can you bear it?"
Zhuge Yue snorted coldly, "What a fuss!"
Chu Qiao found a dagger in the room and some wine on the table. After lighting a fire to disinfect it, she handed a towel to Zhuge Yue and said, "Bite it, so you don't bite your tongue when it hurts."
Zhuge Yue took it, but did not use it. Instead, he held it in his other uninjured hand.
Chu Qiao stopped talking and began to concentrate on treating his wounds.
The wound caused by a wooden stick is more serious than that caused by a dagger. Not only is the wound larger, but it also has large uneven areas with large pieces of flesh and blood. There are also countless wooden thorns in the body. If they are not completely removed, they will definitely rot inside the body.
Faced with such injuries, Chu Qiao's hands couldn't help but tremble.
"Or, let's find a doctor?" Chu Qiao raised her head and bit her lower lip lightly after speaking. She knew that once the doctor came, she would be exposed and death would be waiting for her. But perhaps she could take advantage of the chaotic time when the doctor came and escape, although the possibility was small.
Zhuge Yue snatched the dagger away and said gloomily, “If you can’t do it, I’ll do it.” As he spoke, he was about to gouge out his own flesh.
"I'll do it! I'll do it!" Chu Qiao quickly snatched the dagger, raised her head and looked at him deeply.
Zhuge Yue half-closed his eyes, looking as if he had nothing to do with the matter. If it weren’t for his pale face, Chu Qiao would have almost doubted whether he was the one injured.
Then, she took a deep breath and began to treat Zhuge Yue's injuries.
Three hours later, the sky was already turning pale, and Chu Qiao's entire body was soaked with cold sweat. She found the clothes she had first changed into in this room and took out the gold medicine she had carried with her. After applying the medicine, I bandaged his wound with a piece of clean white silk, and everything was finally done.
During the entire process, Zhuge Yue did not utter a single word, and Chu Qiao did not dare to raise her head to look at him. When I looked up, I saw that he had fallen asleep, with beads of sweat on his forehead and his brows furrowed into the shape of a "川" character. The towel in his hand was soaked with sweat, and his hair was also wet, as if it had been soaked in water.
Chu Qiao helped him lie down on the bed, wiped the blood off his body and the sweat off his face with a washed towel, then found a piece of dry cotton cloth and dried his hair one stroke at a time.
In the distance, the sound of roosters crowing pierced through the morning mist. It was bright outside and a servant came to the door and knocked. Chu Qiao pinched her throat nervously and said that Zhuge Yue had not woken up yet, which immediately caused the young guards to laugh softly.
Yes, after such an intense night, I’m afraid I’ll have to sleep for the whole day.
Anyway, they had to stay in Wupengcheng for two days, so the guards ordered the maids in Tianchengshou's house not to disturb the young master again.
Returning to the bed, Zhuge Yue was still asleep. Chu Qiao lowered her head, looking a little tired. She looked at the man, at his stiff brows, evil eyes, red lips, and the mouth that always uttered cold words.
“We are enemies,” Chu Qiao muttered, not knowing whether she was speaking to Zhuge Yue or to herself. “Publicly, I am a traitorous slave and you are an imperial noble. Privately, you killed Lin Xi, Zhi Xiang, Xiao Qi, Xiao Ba, and many of the Jing family’s children, causing Yan Xun and I to live in the imperial capital for eight years like pigs and dogs. I also killed your grandfather and your servants, and defected from the Zhuge Mansion. The contradiction between you and me is irreconcilable. It is understandable that you killed me, and it is natural for me to kill you. We have no affection for each other, so there is no need to show mercy. You die and I live, you live and I die, this is what should be…”
Just as she herself said, these should all be natural and there is no logical loophole or moral wrongness. Before this, Chu Qiao had never wavered in the slightest.
But for some reason, at this moment, her voice became smaller and smaller, so small that even she could not hear it clearly.
She looked at the man's frowned brows in a coma, and couldn't help but reach out and gently touch the wound on his shoulder.
“No matter what, I owe you my life.” Chu Qiao said slowly, “Zhuge Yue, I’m sorry.”
The room was dead silent. The sun rose outside the window. The warm sunlight shone through the window paper on the bed, casting mottled shadows.
Chu Qiao half sat on the ground, lying next to Zhuge Yue. Overwhelmed with fatigue, she fell into a deep sleep. Until late at night, Zhuge Yue was still in a coma, and Chu Qiao was changing the bandage for him. The wound was not inflamed and was treated very cleanly. It can be seen that her bandaging method was very professional.
It was already pitch black outside. After an unknown amount of time, Zhuge Yue finally opened his eyes dazedly. He felt hungry and his whole body ached. While he was unconscious, Chu Qiao had already changed him into a clean black satin gown, the kind worn indoors. The fabric was soft and smooth to the touch, and it was embroidered with a few orchids with dark gold patterns.
Chu Qiao glanced at him and saw him sitting there, sleepy and a little tired. Then he slowly frowned and muttered impatiently, "Tea."
Chu Qiao took a glass of water and handed it to him.
Perhaps he was really thirsty, he drank without even looking, then licked his dry lips, threw the cup away with a bang, turned around and said angrily: "Shen tea!" However, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhuge Yue was stunned, and looked at Chu Qiao's reaction for a long time before he suddenly realized and understood his situation.
"Are you sleepy?" Chu Qiao said nonchalantly. As she spoke, she jumped off the bed and picked up the broken cup. She pointed casually at the food box on the table and said, "There's food in there. Take it yourself."
Zhuge Yue rarely lost his composure like this, and he forced himself to remain calm, took a deep breath, and felt the slight pain from the wound on his shoulder. His brows were still furrowed as he asked, “Why didn’t you take the opportunity to escape?”
"I was thinking," Chu Qiao curled her lips and turned around, "your people have surrounded this house tightly, staring at it day and night, how can I escape?"
Zhuge Yue snorted coldly, “You are honest.”
Chu Qiao shrugged slightly, "There's no need to beat around the bush with you."
After cleaning up the mess on the floor, Chu Qiao walked to the bedside, sat cross-legged, looked directly at Zhuge Yue, and said calmly, "Tell me, what do you want?"
Zhuge Yue glanced at her sideways, then got off the bed, without a word, picked up the food box on the table, and wanted to take out the food inside, but his injured shoulder made it difficult for him to move. So he turned around and casually ordered, "Come here and serve me dinner."
Chu Qiao's brows were immediately tightly furrowed, and she didn't move at all.
The man sat down next to the table in a shameless manner. "When I'm hungry, I feel bad and don't want to communicate with others. Whatever you want to ask, it's best to wait until I'm full."
With a whoosh, Chu Qiao jumped down from the bed and opened the lunch box calmly. Then she took out a bowl of soup with a bang and put it on the table with force. With a loud splash, the bottom of the thick porcelain bowl shattered and the whole bowl of soup poured out. Zhuge Yue cried out in surprise and jumped up, the soup all spilling over him. The white fungus and longans were hanging all over his chest like an exhibition, steam still coming out of them.
Zhuge Yue’s face was gloomy, and as he looked at the mess, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire. Finally, he turned and walked towards the bathroom, saying in a deep voice, "Come here and wipe me!"
Bath room? Another bath room!
Zhuge Yue was wearing a pair of black satin trousers, with his upper body naked. He stood calmly in the middle of the room, glancing at Chu Qiao who was standing at the door, and snorted indifferently, "Why are you standing there? Come over here!"
Chu Qiao's chest rose and fell rapidly. She took a deep breath, clenched and unclenched her fists, and then clenched and unclenched them again. She repeated this several times before finally walking over. As she walked, she picked up a huge wooden barrel, filled it with hot water from the bathtub, and walked in aggressively.
Chu Qiao's eyes were sinister and her face was icy. No matter how courageous Zhuge Yue was, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened. He quickly took a step back, even unconsciously making a defensive posture, and asked cautiously, "What are you going to do?"
Chu Qiao lifted the wooden bucket filled with water with one hand and supported the bottom of the bucket with the other hand, and said casually: "Didn't you ask me to wipe your body? How can I wipe it without wetting it?"
"I'm hurt!" The young man frowned and pointed at his chest and emphasized loudly.
"Yes," Chu Qiao nodded, "I saw it, and I was the one who stabbed the wound."
"Then why are you pouring it like this?"
"How can I wipe it without wetting it?"
The conversation is replicating, "But I'm hurt."
"Yes, I saw it. I was the one who stabbed him."
"Alright," Zhuge Yue said with a bad look on his face, "You can get out now."
Chu Qiao raised the wooden barrel and gestured, "Really not going to use it?"
The man immediately got angry, "I told you to get out!"
Afterwards, Chu Qiao turned around and walked out of the bath room while whistling, looking very leisurely.
His body was very dirty, covered in blood and sweat, and now with a pile of sweet soup. Zhuge Yue stood by the pool in a depressed mood, taking off his pants slowly. Once you go in, just be careful not to get it touched by water, otherwise it will get infected, and infection will cause inflammation, and inflammation will leave scars, which are very ugly.
"Hey, these are clean clothes. I just asked someone to deliver them."
The door of the bathroom was kicked open, and Zhuge Yue jumped into the pool with a splash, shouting angrily, “Get out!”
Zhuge Yue seemed to have forgotten that the mist in the bath room was so thick that Chu Qiao could only see a shadow plop into the water, and the rest was completely invisible.
Chu Qiao smiled with glee and kindly reminded: "Be careful, don't drown." Then she turned around and left the bath room.
The water had soaked the wound completely. Zhuge Yue angrily pulled off the white silk on his shoulders and angrily slapped the water with his palm!