——
Yu Qiao resisted the doctor's request to perform a full body examination, only agreeing to have her back wound examined.
Shen Zhao couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he could only compromise with anger and let the female doctor and two nurses check her injuries.
"Young master, I only agreed to let them see my wounds."
Through a layer of gauze, Yu Qiao adjusted her loose and comfortable white clothes, her slender and delicate jawline tensed, and she trembled slightly, feeling lost.
The feeling of being stripped naked and having medicine applied to her would make her feel extremely dizzy and uncomfortable.
She felt like she was being treated like a fish on a chopping board, a feeling she disliked, even loathed.
Shen Zhao stood outside the exquisitely embroidered veil, her figure slender, her back to the inside, her fingers, gleaming with the white luster of jade, curled up, looking quite uncomfortable.
He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the little maid's rebellious words.
She rubbed her aching temples with her long, slender, pale fingers: "You need to treat your wound and get stitches, otherwise it will leave a scar."
Yu Qiao gave a faint "Oh," her drooping eyelashes trembling slightly: "No."
"..."
Shen Zhao was so angry that he had a headache. He lifted his foot, intending to leave and let the stupid little maid fend for herself.
As he reached the door, he couldn't help but stop, turn back to stare inside, and grit his teeth in anger: "I'm so angry, you're going to drive me crazy!"
If it weren't for the fact that he brought the little maid back, he wouldn't have cared about her brainless behavior!
Who would refuse to see a doctor when they are sick?!
That's incredibly stupid!
Shen Zhao was so angry that he didn't care about the difference between men and women. He lifted his long legs and walked inside, where he saw Yu Qiao sitting on the white bed.
Long black hair cascaded down her slender back, her profile was strikingly beautiful with its sharp angles, and... her thin, fair shoulders were slightly visible.
He had no other thoughts, because Yu Qiao's wounds were so numerous and glaring that they hurt his eyes.
"Anesthetic." Shen Zhao's cool voice carried a hint of anger.
The female doctor quickly prepared a tube of anesthetic, put on white rubber gloves, and respectfully handed it to Shen Zhao.
Shen Zhao merely glanced at the syringe and took it, his well-defined fingers gripping the syringe as he pressed down on Yu Qiao's shoulder.
Yu Qiao didn't turn around, but frowned in confusion: "What do you need the anesthetic for?"
"Heh~" A cold laugh escaped Shen Zhao's throat as he forcefully pressed her down.
She was unsuspecting of Shen Zhao.
So, Shen Zhao pierced her neck with a syringe. Yu Qiao's eyes widened, and she was about to ask angrily when a sharp pain shot through her neck, her vision blurred, and she fainted.
Shen Zhao reacted quickly and grabbed her shoulder, preventing her from falling.
Yu Qiao's clothes accidentally slipped down, revealing a hideous wound, which made Shen Zhao's expression even more unpleasant.
Her back was extremely thin and scarred, with new wounds resembling winding cracks, grotesque and terrifying. Yet she said: "It doesn't hurt."
It looks painful.
Shen Zhao's eyes stung and throbbed, a slight pain spreading through his heart. He stroked Yu Qiao's shoulder with his fingers and said in a hoarse voice, "Sew it up nicely."
The female doctor lowered her eyes and said in a calm and unhurried voice, "Yes, young master."
As a man, he felt it was inappropriate for him to stay any longer, so he took a step to leave.
Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed.
Shen Zhao was stunned.
Even the anesthesia didn't work?
Suddenly turning around, Yu Qiao's eyes were tightly closed. But when she sensed that he was about to leave, she actually reached out and grabbed his hand, her brows furrowed.
Shen Zhao tried to break free, but found that she was incredibly strong and he couldn't break free at all.
Helpless, I could only stand aside and say, "I'll watch from here."
"Young Master, please have a seat."
The nurse wiped the chair clean.
Shen Zhao nodded slightly: "No need, please do it."
"Yes, young master."
The stitching process was heartbreaking. Shen Zhao pressed her lips tightly together, not daring to look at it at all, completely unable to imagine how much pain it must have caused.
After a long two hours, the doctor and nurses left first, and Shen Zhao knelt on one knee, staring intently at Yu Qiao.
"Yu Qiao, how could it not hurt?"
————
The next day, Yu Qiao woke up at noon full of energy, as if she really couldn't feel any pain, and swayed around in front of Shen Zhao.
But as evening approached, they still hadn't seen him.
Shen Zhao sat at the magnificent dining table, which was filled with exquisite and delicious dishes, but he had no appetite.
Normally at this time, Yu Qiao would stare at him expressionlessly, and then he would ask Yu Qiao to serve him food. Her dark, cub-like pupils would gradually light up, radiating a divine light.
But……
Shen Zhao put down his chopsticks with no appetite, his long, slender brows furrowed.
"Young Master, this is a dish that Chef Lin has meticulously prepared for five hours..." A maid stepped forward, picked up serving chopsticks, and gracefully served food to Shen Zhao.
Shen Zhao let out an almost inaudible sigh, stood up, and turned to walk towards the third floor.
Normally, maids and servants live in the villa in the annex, but Yu Qiao is the one he brought back and is his personal maid, so she lives on the third floor of the main building.
Standing at the door of Yu Qiao's room, Shen Zhao knocked on the door with a hesitant expression.
There was no response from inside after several attempts.
Shen Zhao frowned even more deeply: "Yu Qiao?"
Normally, if he took the initiative to approach Yu Qiao, Yu Qiao would immediately look at him excitedly with sparkling eyes, as if she had seen some treasure, and would keep murmuring, "Young Master, what's wrong?"
Receiving no response, Shen Zhao's heart tightened even more, and he did the most inappropriate thing he had ever done: he pressed himself against the door of Yu Qiao's room, trying to hear what was going on.
However, there was no sound.
Shen Zhao's brows furrowed with anxiety. He was still catching his breath and coughed a few times, pressing his chest against the doorframe.
Yu Qiao just had her stitches put in. Although she looks energetic, her health is poor. What if she falls ill inside?
He stared at the closed door, his breath coming in short gasps, his voice low and hoarse: "I'm sorry, Yu Qiao, I have to go in."
Shen Zhao found the housekeeper and got the key to Yu Qiao's room. He opened the door and smelled a rich, sweet fragrance. The room was dark.
Only a faint moonlight shone through the French windows, barely enough for Shen Zhao to see that there was a bulge on the bed.
"Yu Qiao".
Shen Zhao walked to the bedside, gently turned on the bedside lamp, and stroked her cheek, which was buried in the pillow, with his fingers that gleamed with the white luster of jade.
The scalding temperature startled him: "Yu Qiao, you have a high fever, why didn't you say so?"
"I'm fine." Yu Qiao frowned, her long, thick eyelashes trembling as she lifted her eyelids, and saw Shen Zhao's magnified face.
It's really beautiful.
Yu Qiao felt hot but also cold. Realizing that she didn't look good, she parted her pale lips slightly, then turned her head away, her voice muffled: "Young Master, please leave my room."
I want to rest.
Her hoarse voice betrayed her weakness. Shen Zhao noticed the red marks on her cheeks from being pressed against the pillows, and a single tuft of hair sticking up on her head. She looked dazed and confused: "I'm going to find a doctor."
The gentle and considerate young master deliberately threatened her fiercely: "Otherwise you'll get brain damage from the fever. If you become an idiot, I won't want you as my personal maid."
"No." Yu Qiao forced herself to stay awake, stretching her long arm out from under the covers to grab Shen Zhao's hand: "I'm tough, I'll be fine tomorrow."
She used to catch a cold because of her weak organs, but she could only be locked in a small, dark storage room. Now at least she can sleep on a soft bed. How could she be greedy?
She had just heard the young master calling her from outside the door, but she didn't have the strength to respond.
"What do you mean by thick skin?" Shen Zhao grabbed her cheek, only to find that she was skin and bones, which made him even more frustrated and angry.
He walked around to the other side, knelt down on one knee, and stared intently at Yu Qiao with his handsome eyes: "You are a girl, and girls are naturally delicate and precious."
"..." Yu Qiao opened her mouth, but found that her lips were dry and cracked. She gently shook her head, her voice extremely weak: "I want to sleep. You can leave."
“Okay, I’ll go find the doctor.” He stood up.
Yu Qiao grabbed his wrist again, looked up at him, took a deep breath, and said softly, "I'm really fine, I just..."
"It's a bit cold."
As Shen Zhaojun's handsome face darkened, he narrowed his eyes to glare at her, when a few drops of blood unexpectedly escaped his throat.
"Cough cough cough cough cough..."
His well-defined fingers pressed against his chest as he coughed violently, as if his lungs were about to burst. He swayed precariously, leaning against the wall, his eyes red-rimmed and glazed over. Even his Adam's apple, which was bobbing around, had taken on an unusual red hue.
Yu Qiao suddenly opened her eyes, her mind clearing. She threw off the covers and got out of bed, wrapping her arms around Shen Zhao's waist in a particularly manly manner. Her face was cold, and her tone was firm and strong: "Young Master, let me help you to bed to rest."
No...no!
Before Shen Zhao could finish speaking, he was suddenly lifted into the air...
Yu Qiao, expressionless, carried this 1.91-meter-tall man in a princess carry and placed him on the bed!
“Yu Qiao, you…” Shen Zhao stared blankly at the ceiling, dumbfounded.
"Do you like it?" Yu Qiao replied coldly.
"..." Shen Zhao swallowed nervously, the unique fragrance of Yu Qiao wafting between his nostrils. His face flushed red, and he said in a commanding tone, "You, you can't do that to other people in the future!"
?
Yu Qiao didn't understand why he was angry again. She lifted the blanket, shrank into it, and lay down next to Shen Zhao, turning to her side. She was very honest, but Shen Zhao could see her dark eyes gradually brightening.
"Young Master, is the bed I warmed for you comfortable?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com