◇ Chapter 86 Want Me
Blood flowed down his philtrum, drop by drop. Bai Yu's vision went dark. He supported himself on the desk with his hands for a moment, but he could not resist the drowsiness. Before he closed his eyes, he heard the sound of a chair falling to the ground.
Grand Duke Imur suddenly stood up.
He bumped into the desk and chair, and the documents were scattered all over the floor, but the Duke didn't care. He half-knelt on one knee on the doctor's desk, reached out to hold the doctor's hand, and said in a lost voice: "Bai Yu!"
In the Duke's mansion, doctors usually wear masks. The Duke took off the mask, revealing the doctor's handsome face. Only then did Imur realize that the doctor's complexion was very ugly.
His lips were black and blue, and his neatly-crafted black hair was wet with sweat, with one strand hanging down in disarray. Blood was oozing out from the corners of his lips and nose, and it was sticking out in strands that could not be wiped off.
Imur tried to wipe it with his handkerchief, but it was not clean. The blood kept overflowing, almost staining half of the handkerchief red. The more he wiped, the more blood came out, and his hands shook more and more. By the time the doctor from the mansion arrived, he was shaking so badly that he was unrecognizable.
The guard helped Bai Yu to the bed, and Imur stood up with the help of the desk. He lowered his eyes in a daze and looked at the handkerchief in his hand. He saw a glaring scarlet color and almost lost his balance.
...Doctor, what's wrong?
...I was fine in the morning.
He stood at the door holding a handkerchief, watching people coming and going in the room. The gray-haired old doctor used some strange diagnostic tools and drew several tubes of blood from Bai Yu. Everyone was anxious and busy, but only Imur stayed where he was, at a loss as to what to do.
Someone checked the breathing, someone checked the pulse, Imur wanted to go forward to help, but his identity as a grand duke became a burden. He did not dare to go forward or ask questions, for fear of causing more pressure on the medical staff. He just stood at the bedroom door, holding the door frame, staring blankly inside.
From this angle, he couldn't see Bai Yu.
The waiting time was extremely long. After the staged rescue was over, the follow-up treatment still needed blood report analysis. The old doctor stopped and Imur could ask in a hoarse voice: "What happened?"
Old doctor: "It looks like poisoning."
The Grand Duke's Mansion has had a lot of dealings with the Black Robe Society, and there are many prisoners in the prison who are sick and need medical treatment. The palace is well aware of their methods, and as soon as Bai Yu fell ill, they could see the cause.
However, there is still no suitable medicine for this disease, and the treatment method is in the hands of the Black Robe Society. After thinking for a moment, the old doctor still did not dare to give the medicine rashly.
After he explained his condition to the Duke, Imur's face became terribly gloomy. He smiled almost through gritted teeth: "Oh? The Black Robe Society, huh?"
That night, Illia stirred up an unprecedented storm.
Grand Duke Imur was known for his ruthless and cruel methods. Although he enjoyed a good reputation among the lower classes, he was an out-and-out tyrant among the nobles.
In the past few months, the tyrant was in a good mood and no trouble occurred, but now it is obviously not the case. For a time, all the nobles of Illia were in danger.
The guards walked through the streets and alleys, checking the list, and taking out the undercover agents one by one from their homes and locking them into cells. At one time, most of the middle-level leaders of the Black Robe Society were killed.
Although each of these people is not that important, when connected together, they form an important channel for the gang to connect up and down, like spreading capillaries. When these branches were all broken, for a time, the Black Robe Gang was actually in a semi-paralyzed state.
The dungeon of the Duke's Palace was overcrowded, and the interrogation was proceeding in an orderly manner. With one confession after another, more names surfaced, verdicts were continuously issued, and the Illia newspaper even set aside a special page to record the progress of the trial.
More and more crimes were made public. The Black Robe Society had been responsible for many heinous cases, ranging from embezzlement of property to murder, arson, organ trading, and so on. The prisoners in the Duke's Palace were sentenced to death, exile, lifelong torture, and other punishments according to the severity of their crimes. The sound of gunfire was heard incessantly in the suburban parade grounds. Some curious people had recorded the number and found that it had exceeded the purge when the Grand Duke came to power.
For a time, public discussion was abuzz and uproarious.
But Imur had no time to take care of everything.
Bai Yu hadn't woken up for several days, so he worked intensively for several days, as if he was paralyzed by documents and files. He filled his daytime schedule without leaving any space, and his methods were so decisive that they were frightening. At night, he would come to Bai Yu's room and sleep with the doctor.
Bai Yu's blood test report has come out. The old doctor comes to see him every day, but he still can't come to a conclusion. He can only give the Duke a vague answer: "I don't know when he will wake up, and I don't know when he will get better. Maybe tomorrow, maybe..."
Bai Yu's condition was the result of systemic intervention and was very different from typical cases, so the old doctor did not dare to draw a conclusion.
But from the suspicious pause in his tone, Imur understood.
——Maybe I will wake up tomorrow, maybe I will never wake up.
He became annoyed.
On the day Bai Yu fainted, they were still quarreling, or rather, it was Imur who was quarreling unilaterally.
He did not eat with Bai Yu, did not hold hands, did not say good night to each other, and he did not do those things that they were used to and thought would continue forever.
And that turned out to be the last chance.
After that, everything came to a halt.
Imur remembered the day when Bai Yu told him that he was going to the Rees banquet. The doctor coaxed him with a smile, but that time, he did not look back.
Having something and then losing it is always more sad than never having it at all. Having received the doctor's tenderness and care, the previous loss was heartbreaking enough. If he lost it again after losing it in a short period of time, Imur could no longer imagine how to continue living.
“…”
The document in his hand suddenly turned into incomprehensible distorted words. Imur raised his eyes suddenly and found that the moon had hung high in the sky without him knowing when. He had been sitting alone in the study for several hours.
Without the doctor's reminder, he couldn't even remember to eat dinner on time.
The Duke was in a bad mood and ordered that no one should disturb them. The servants did not dare to approach. If the doctor was awake, he would knock on the door three times, and then push the door open without saying a word, regardless of whether Imur agreed or not, and pull him out to eat.
But now, no one dares to do so.
Imur pushed aside the document, walked to the bed in the bedroom, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
He took the doctor's hand, placed it on his cheek, and rubbed it gently.
After lying in bed for a long time, the doctor's temperature was low and his skin was covered with goose bumps, but Imur did not let go.
He stubbornly interlocked his fingers with the doctor, as if he was afraid that the doctor's body temperature would continue to drop, but at some point, something liquid seemed to fall on the back of his hand. Imur closed his eyes slightly, allowing the uncontrollable wetness to condense, gather, and finally slide down his chin.
In a trance, he seemed to hear a light sigh.
Bai Yu was actually awake.
The poison would make him feel uncomfortable, and he did have sore bones and weak muscles, but Bai Yu didn't care much. The system's forced detoxification and the toxins collided with each other, and the coma was more like the body's emergency protection measure, which could only last for the first few days, but he was much better now.
His body was still a little out of control and his eyelids felt heavy as iron, but he could sense everything outside, including the water marks on the back of his hands.
It was icy cold and slid two centimeters along the back of his hand before being gently wiped away by Imur.
He made the kitten cry.
Bai Yu didn't take the poison seriously. As he had more important things to do, he was so busy that he even forgot to tell Imur.
The Grand Duke thought he would never wake up and must be very sad now.
After bullying his partner like this, the doctor rarely felt a trace of guilt. He struggled to control his body, like a novice driver unfamiliar with controlling a machine. After a struggle, he finally opened his eyes.
The first thing Bai Yu saw was the blue eyes of Lake Imur.
The kitten's eyes are very beautiful, reminding people of the Blue Hole in Grand Bahama or the turquoise in Nishapur. It is a clear and gentle blue without any impurities. But at this moment, these eyes looked at Bai Yu sadly, filled with tears, rolling down uncontrollably, as if you had done the most outrageous thing in the world to him.
Even someone as cold as Bai Yu couldn't bear to see the owner of these eyes cry.
He hooked his fingers with difficulty, his movements were weak and powerless, and he rubbed the kitten's palm teasingly.
Imur sensed it instantly.
He lowered his head in disbelief and looked into Bai Yu's eyes.
The doctor woke up at some point. He still looked weak, but he gave Imur a soothing smile and then opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak.
Ymur leaned down and moved closer.
Bai Yu sighed and said, "Don't cry, Yimuer."
This was not the first time Bai Yu said this. In the dark basement in the Duke's Mansion garden, the doctor had also comforted the kitten in this way when he picked up the kitten.
At that time, the kitten rubbed the doctor's chest and cried like an idiot, soaking the doctor's shirt. But now Imur was stunned. He raised his arm and wiped the water marks under his eyes in a panic. After covering his expression, he stood up hurriedly and frantically got water and tucked the quilt for the doctor. When everything was done, he leaned over again: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Bai Yu actually felt that he was almost well. The system's detoxification work was coming to an end, and he was gradually regaining control of his body. But when Yimuer asked this, he felt inexplicably guilty, so he hesitated for a moment and said hesitantly: "...It's a bit cold."
In Imur's eyes, this hesitation meant that he was still feeling uncomfortable, drowsy, and not quite clear-headed.
The Duke strode out of the room, ordered a flat kettle and a quilt to be brought, and covered Bai Yu tightly. Then he reached out and touched Bai Yu's lower back through the quilt.
After turning back into a human, Imur has been reserved and conservative. Because of his mother's identity, he has been framed with derogatory words since he was a child, such as frivolous and dissolute. Imur doesn't want the doctor to see him like that. This is the first time he has taken the initiative to reach out and touch the doctor's body other than his hands.
He wanted to test the temperature.
Bai Yu broke out in a cold sweat. The skin on his lower back was icy. When Imur's hot fingertips pressed on it, Bai Yu's waist trembled and he couldn't help but shiver.
In the eyes of the Grand Duke, he was still cold.
So Imur lifted the quilt.
He took off his coat and pants, leaving only a thin shirt covering his body. Then he slid in through the gap in the quilt and hugged the doctor tightly.
He seemed afraid that Bai Yu was still feeling cold, so he tried to increase the area of body contact. He wrapped his arms around the doctor's chest, wrapped his legs around him, and hugged him like a koala, and finally nestled his furry head on the doctor's shoulder.
The heat continued to pass over, and Imur asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you still cold?"
Bai Yu: “…”
His Adam's apple rolled unnaturally.
The kitten was only wearing a pair of trousers, and as soon as he took them off, his legs rubbed straight up.
It is true that Grand Duke Imur has a face that everyone praises, but the rest of his face has always been hidden under heavy robes, covering it tightly. Bai Yu never knew that the short-legged kitten has such a pair of beautiful legs.
He has a slender frame and tight muscles. Although you can't see it, you can tell that the lines are smooth and beautiful. He is thin where he should be thin, and his thighs have just the right amount of fleshiness. His legs are rubbing against the doctor's legs, and he is stubbornly using his skin to keep the doctor warm.
Bai Yu closed his eyes and some sweat appeared on his forehead.
If he could speak normally now, instead of having to utter words one by one, he would definitely tell the kitten
——It’s true that he is a little frigid, but he is not impotent.
Imur has been pampered for many years, and his skin feels very good, like a piece of warm jade. If you hold his thighs with both hands and play with them in your palms, you should be able to imagine how it feels.
In this situation, even Liuxia Hui might not be able to control himself.
Bai Yu is a normal adult male. He is also an adult male who has been under high pressure since he came to Illia and has never even taken care of himself. When Yimuer rubbed against him like this, he must feel something.
With the thermos, the quilt, and a tightly held bed, Bai Yu felt terribly hot. But he had just said it was cold, and it would be strange to go back on his word now. So he closed his eyes, letting the sweat roll down his forehead, and endured it quietly.
But the Grand Duke mistook the sweat on his forehead for cold sweat. Imur leaned forward and wiped it carefully with a tissue, then asked worriedly: "Are you still cold?"
“…”
Bai Yu didn't say anything, so Yimuer naturally thought that he agreed, so he stood up and tried to get off the bed: "I'll go find the waiter to get you a thermos and an extra blanket."
“…”
If he asked for a thermos and extra quilt, Bai Yu would definitely get heatstroke in this cold winter.
At this critical moment of life and death, the last bit of discomfort in Bai Yu's body disappeared completely. Veins on his forehead throbbed, and he reached out and grabbed Imur's wrist: "Don't go, I'm not cold."
"Not cold?" Imur frowned and looked over worriedly. He sat back on the bed and touched the doctor's forehead suspiciously. "Really not cold?"
Bai Yu said with a wooden face: "It's not cold."
“It’s really not cold.”
"Not cold at all?"
“It’s not cold at all.”
"Then where else is it painful?"
“It’s not uncomfortable at all.”
The Duke frowned his beautiful eyebrows, with a hint of disapproval in his eyes: "I don't believe it, you lied to me."
“…”
Yimuer counted the details: "You have been in a coma for almost a week, and you just woke up. At first, the bleeding in your nose and mouth couldn't be stopped. How could you not feel uncomfortable?"
“…”
Bai Yu felt tired: "Why did you just believe it?"
Ymir: "You have to prove it to me."
He originally wanted to say, you have to get better, get up normally, eat normally, look better, and then go for a physical report. When the report results come out and all indicators are normal, he will prove it to me before I will believe it.
But Imur moved his legs slightly and suddenly touched something. He stopped talking and confirmed it again with his thigh in disbelief. Then his face turned red and his eyes widened.
If he was in kitten form, his fur would have exploded into a hedgehog.
Bai Yu reached out and covered his face.
The kitten was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He poured water and tucked in the quilt, just because he was afraid that Bai Yu would feel uncomfortable. He wanted the sick Bai Yu to feel more comfortable. But Bai Yu was not sick, and his body reacted like this. Even a calm doctor couldn't stand it.
But at this moment, the sound of friction of fabric was heard, and Bai Yu's waist suddenly felt heavy.
Ymur straddled his waist and sat directly on his hips.
Bai Yu opened his eyes and found that Xiaomao had taken off his last shirt, exposing his neck, collarbone, chest and waist. He had thrown the quilt aside at some point, and the cold moonlight shone on him, revealing his skin with a warm luster like cold jade.
Imur's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he bit his lower lip as if he was nervous, but his lake blue eyes looked over and stared at Bai Yu stubbornly, as beautiful as a pair of tourmalines with cat's eye effect.
The noble Lord of Illia sat on the doctor, looking down at him and commanding arrogantly:
"I want you."
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