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◎Slowly take off his clothes◎
Pushing open the courtyard door, she called out, but when she heard no reply from Ji Shijing, she walked to his room and knocked, "Ah Jing."
Still no response.
She tried to push the door, but found it locked from the inside. She wondered why he had locked the door. "Ah Jing, I need to go get something today. Do you want to come with me?"
It was still early, and she was going to pick up the clothes from the tailor shop. It was a rare day off for her, and her main reason was that she wanted to take Ji Shijing to see a doctor. He looked sick every day, and she was really afraid that he would die one day without her knowing.
Shu Yao waited at the door for a while, but there was still no response from the house. She stamped her feet and turned to walk out.
The room was cold and gloomy. Ji Shijing sat at the table, the wound on his right hand bleeding. He glanced at it indifferently, grabbed a piece of cloth and wrapped it around the wound, then let his sleeve down. Only when he saw no flaws did he stand up and walk out.
The snow had stopped today, but the wind was even colder. Shu Yao hunched her neck like a quail and couldn't help sneezing several times along the way. She sniffed and was about to climb out of the dog cage below when she saw a figure not far away.
The wind blew his clothes and his black hair fluttered in the cold wind.
Shu Yao was delighted: "Ah Jing."
She ran to him cheerfully: "A Jing, why are you here?"
Ji Shijing glanced at her, subconsciously covered his right hand, and coughed uncomfortably: "Accompany you."
The smile on Shu Yao's face grew even wider.
The two of them climbed over the wall together. Maybe the wind was too strong today, Shu Yao was dazzled and accidentally stepped on empty air. She subconsciously grabbed Ji Shijing beside her, and the two of them fell into the snow pile outside.
She accidentally pressed on his injured right hand.
"Hiss," Ji Shijing frowned slightly, and Shu Yao quickly stood up, afraid that she would crush him.
She helped him up slowly, feeling a little annoyed: "Ah Jing, are you okay?"
Ji Shijing shook his head: "It's okay."
Perhaps it was too cold today, there were not many people on the street and some vendors did not set up their stalls.
Shu Yao pulled Ji Shijing towards the clinic. When he saw the words "Jichuntang", he stopped and asked, "Why are you here?"
Seeing that he was unwilling to go in, Shu Yao began to persuade him: "Ah Jing, I earned some money a few days ago. Seeing that your health was not getting better, I thought of bringing you in to see a doctor."
Hearing her say this, Ji Shijing turned around and left. His illness was incurable: "No."
Shu Yao immediately opened her arms to block him: "I promised Third Uncle to take care of you. If anything happens to you, how am I going to explain it to him?"
Ji Shijing looked at her with cold eyes: "Get out of the way." It turned out that all her care during this period was due to her third uncle.
Oh.
"No." Shu Yao raised her head, looking determined not to give up.
Ji Shijing felt a little helpless, he hunched over and started coughing again. Shu Yao stroked his back and took the opportunity to pull him in.
The clinic was deserted, with only one waiter preparing medicine, muttering to himself: "One ounce of angelica, two ounces of loquat leaves, one ginseng..."
He saw someone coming in out of the corner of his eye, so he quickly put down the work in his hands and stood up to greet them: "Are you here to get medicine or to see a doctor?" He led the two of them to sit down at the table.
Shu Yao: "See a doctor."
The waiter poured each of them a cup of hot tea and said, "Okay, wait a moment, I'll ask my master to take a look." Then he lifted the curtain of the back door and walked in.
Shu Yao looked around the clinic. It was not big, and the medicine cabinets containing herbs alone took up half of the space. The air was filled with the fragrance of Chinese herbs, which smelled very comfortable.
Not long after, the waiter brought a white-haired old man to them. Although the old man was very old, he exuded a spirit from head to toe, like an elegant old immortal.
He sat down opposite Shu Yao and Ji Shijing, stroking his graying beard. He looked at the two people opposite him and understood: "But this young man wants to see a doctor?"
Shu Yao nodded: "Thank you, doctor."
The old doctor asked Ji Shijing to stretch out his hand. He took out a gold thread from the medicine box and tied it around Ji Shijing's wrist. Then he put the other end of the thread close to his ear and listened carefully.
In a short while, his expression gradually became serious, and Shu Yao's heart began to lift as well.
After a long time, the old doctor asked Ji Shijing to change to the other hand.
Ji Shijing hesitated, but under the watchful eyes of the doctor and Shu Yao, he slowly stretched out his right hand. The doctor lifted his sleeve, and the blood-stained cloth instantly came into view. Shu Yao was shocked and asked, "Ah Jing, what's wrong with your hand?"
Ji Shijing said calmly, "I accidentally scratched it."
In order to pick up the piece of cloth that fell in the corner of the stove, my hand was accidentally scratched by the iron hook on the wall, and the bone was visible.
"Does it hurt?" she worried.
Ji Shijing suddenly smiled faintly and shook his head.
The gauze on his wrist was completely stained with blood, and the doctor knew at a glance that the wound was serious.
The old doctor slowly lifted the gauze and asked his servant to bring a bottle of the best medicine. As the gauze was lifted, the horrifying scar on the forearm was exposed, with flesh flying and blood gushing out.
Even the knowledgeable old doctor couldn't help but gasp when he saw it. The injury was serious, but the young man in front of him didn't say a word. He couldn't help but look at Ji Shijing twice.
Shu Yao stared at the hideous scar and broke out in a cold sweat.
Only Ji Shijing acted as if nothing had happened.
The doctor applied medicine on him, wrapped it with gauze, and then continued to take his pulse with a heavy face.
He put away the golden thread and asked, "How long have you been ill?"
Ji Shijing thought for a moment and said, "I can't remember clearly." It had been so long, so long that he didn't want to recall those days.
Shu Yao quickly asked, "Doctor, what's wrong with him?"
The old doctor sighed heavily: "The cold disease that has lasted for many years has caused the cold air to enter the body, causing physical deficiency." It is not easy to completely recover from this disease. It will take at least several years of recuperation and the use of countless precious medicinal herbs to restore vitality.
However, looking at the clothes of the two people in front of him, he was afraid that they could not afford the precious medicinal herbs.
Shu Yao was a little nervous: "How should I treat it?"
The doctor asked his servant to bring paper and pen: "I will write you a prescription. Try it first."
After the prescription was written, the waiter went to the medicine cabinet to prepare the herbs, and prepared two large bags. The doctor instructed them: "Drink it once in the morning and once in the evening. Don't stop for the first month."
He then instructed his servant to bring a few packets of fumigants: "Before going to bed, heat the fumigants and place them on your back, moving them back and forth for half a quarter of an hour. Five times a month will suffice."
Shu Yao nodded to show that she understood, and she asked, "How much is this medicine?"
The waiter beside him picked up an abacus and calculated: "No more, no less, a total of..."
"Five taels." The old doctor stretched out five fingers and spoke before the waiter.
Shu Yao took out five taels of silver from her bosom and handed it over: "Thank you."
After the two men left the clinic, the clerk put the five taels of silver into the drawer and asked in confusion, "Master, these medicines are clearly worth eight taels, why did you only charge them five?"
The doctor stroked his graying beard and said, "That young man's illness is probably difficult to cure. Judging from their attire, they must be ordinary people from the foot of the imperial city. If they come to get medicine again in the future, I will just sell it to them for five taels of silver."
The guy nodded to show that he understood.
After coming out of the clinic, Shu Yao went straight to the tailor shop. There were not many people in the tailor shop today. When the tailor saw Ji Shijing, his eyes lit up. Out of professional instinct, he took out the moon-white dress and tried it on him, and couldn't help but marvel at it.
Although the young man in front of him was a little thin, he was very handsome and had a natural look in clothes. Even if he was wearing a coarse linen shirt, he would still look good, not to mention the crescent-shaped long gown in his hand.
The tailor was too enthusiastic, and Ji Shijing couldn't help but take a step back.
Shu Yao took the two pieces of clothing, looked at them left and right, and was very satisfied. The craftsmanship of this store was really good, and the cotton inside was thick enough, and it felt warm in her hands.
She paid the remaining silver and said, "If it looks good, I'll come back next time."
The tailor smiled and said, "Our clothes are not only of good style but also of excellent quality. I guarantee that you will want to wear them again after wearing them for the first time. You are welcome to come back next time."
On the way back, it was getting late and the wind was getting colder and colder. Ji Shijing couldn't help coughing a few times. Shu Yao put new clothes on him and said, "Don't catch a cold."
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After returning, she was busy decocting medicine, while Ji Shijing took hot water to the water room. No matter how cold the weather was, he had to cleanse himself every day.
In the bathroom, he pulled off the gauze, and the wound on his arm stopped bleeding. He stared at the bloodstain intently, and upon closer inspection, he found an old scar underneath the bloodstain.
In a trance, he remembered his childhood when the servants slandered him for stealing food and burned his hand with a piece of hot iron. The flesh sizzled and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of meat.
The little boy was unable to resist at all and could only be ridiculed.
The mark caused by the iron sheet remained on his arm like a poisonous snake, which made him feel disgusted.
Ji Shijing withdrew his gaze and put his right hand into the hot water. After a while, the wound that had stopped bleeding began to bleed again, in strands that stretched out continuously.
After Shu Yao had boiled the medicine, Ji Shijing came out of the bathroom and changed into new clothes.
Shu Yao looked at him and nodded approvingly. She knew she had good taste. He was naturally fair-skinned, and the moon-white clothes added a touch of elegance to him. With his slightly damp hair draped behind his head, he looked like a "beauty" who had just emerged from the bath.
Ji Shijing came over to get the medicine, took a sip, it was extremely bitter, he paused for a moment, then drank it all in one gulp.
That night, Shu Yao heated up the medicinal fumigation and brought it to him. The old doctor said that the fumigation had to be rolled over his back several times. She was worried that it would be inconvenient for Ji Shijing, so she asked, "Do you want my help?"
Ji Shijing tightened his grip on Yaoxun's hand, his slender, pale fingers tinged with a light pink. "No need."
Shu Yao: "Then I'll go out. After applying the medicine and fumigating, go to bed early."
Just as she was about to leave, Ji Shijing raised his head, his eyes dark and gloomy: "What is your relationship with that prince?"
"Friends," she blurted out.
Ji Shijing chuckled, twisting the incense in his hand, emotions flowing in his eyes, and slowly said: "Help me."
Shu Yao: "Ah?"
He patiently said, "Help me apply the medicine."
There was a flickering candlelight in the room. Shu Yao slowly took off his clothes. She moved very slowly and her ears turned red.
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