On the bed, the woman lay with her eyes closed, her face an abnormal red, her lips bloodless. She was only wearing undergarments, and her snow-white clothes were stained with a glaring trace of blood.
Lin Liansheng stood in front of the bed, not daring to move closer for a moment. He didn't want to believe that the person who had been talking to him in the morning was now lying in bed with such serious injuries.
"What's going on? Where's the doctor? Call the doctor in to bandage it." Lin Liansheng lost his usual calmness and indifference, and even his voice rose a few notches.
The housekeeper has a lot of grievances.
"Master Liansheng, the general won't let anyone get close to him except you. In fact, the general was already injured when he came back this morning..."
Because Lin Liansheng was in poor health, Zhuang Rongjun had been looking for medicine to replenish his body. The nine-petal snow lotus was the best medicinal herb, but it was also a rare herb that was hard to find in the world.
A while ago, Zhuang Rongjun learned that there was a nine-petal snow lotus growing on Lingyun Peak outside the capital. However, because Lingyun Peak was steep and could be considered a natural barrier, no one dared to go there to pick the herbs.
Relying on his martial arts skills, Zhuang Rongjun went and climbed alone for several days and nights before he finally picked the nine-petal snow lotus, but he was injured.
Because she missed Lin Liansheng so much, she didn't care about anything else. She just bandaged her wound quickly and returned to Beijing.
"...The young general's already poorly bandaged wound had opened again. He refused to allow the doctor to get close to him and locked himself in his room. I sensed something was wrong and ventured into the room, only to discover that the young general had a high fever and was unconscious."
Lin Liansheng's fingertips almost sank into his palms in his clenched fists. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to the piercing pain he felt at the moment.
His hand slowly held Zhuang Rongjun's hand.
It turned out that she had done so much for him without him realizing it, but he was so ungrateful and ungrateful.
"Go and prepare the medicine. I'll take care of the young general."
Hearing Lin Liansheng agree to take care of Zhuang Rongjun, the housekeeper was overjoyed: "Okay."
The housekeeper left, leaving Lin Liansheng and the unconscious Zhuang Rongjun in the quiet room.
Lin Liansheng wet the handkerchief in the basin, wrung it dry, and applied it to Zhuang Rongjun's forehead.
His eyes fell on her bloodstained underwear. He took a deep breath, stretched out his trembling hands, and slowly untied her underwear.
Even though he had been mentally prepared, when he saw those hideous bleeding wounds, Lin Liansheng's eyelashes trembled and a crystal tear fell.
"Why are you so stupid? Is it really worth it for me?" Lin Liansheng murmured.
Suppressing the pain in his heart, Lin Liansheng picked up another handkerchief and wiped the blood from Zhuang Rongjun's wound. His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting Zhuang Rongjun, so he slowed down his breathing.
Suddenly, Lin Liansheng's hand was held.
Lin Liansheng was startled and looked up suddenly. He thought Zhuang Rongjun had woken up, but her eyes were closed and she was obviously still unconscious. Only her pale lips were slightly open, as if she was whispering something.
Lin Liansheng hesitated for a moment and slowly moved his ear closer.
"Liansheng, don't leave me, don't..."
The woman's voice was very soft and low, filled with pain and grievance.
Lin Liansheng froze for a moment, and the handkerchief in his hand was completely grasped in his palm.
Lin Liansheng's eyes were covered with a layer of mist. His trembling hands touched Zhuang Rongjun's face. He didn't know whether he was asking Zhuang Rongjun or himself: "Should I leave?"
When the housekeeper came in, Zhuang Rongjun's wound had been reapplied with medicine and her underwear had been put on.
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