Little Radish lay stiffly on the bed, his skinny body bony. His pale face looked even more emaciated, his frail body stiff and helpless, and his breathing weak and labored.
He was all alone on the huge bed.
The doctor stepped forward slowly, placed his fingers on the patient's pulse, and looked grave.
The maid standing to the side bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes fixed on the doctor's expression.
The doctor withdrew his hand and asked.
When did you find out that he had an accident?
The maidservant hurriedly replied, "After the acupuncture at night, I left when it was time for the young master to rest. Then someone came to say that I needed to be given medicine again. I knocked on the door, but no one answered, and that's when I discovered..."
"When I found the young master, he was covered in blood. I didn't dare to tell the master and mistress, so I asked you to come."
"Please, please think of a way. If the master and madam find out that the young master is in trouble, I will surely die."
As the maid spoke, she was so frightened that she burst into tears and even knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to the doctor.
What are you doing...?
"..."
Ignoring the noisy couple, Meng Qingluan walked between them and sat down on the edge of the bed.
She lifted the little boy's sleeve, revealing his wrists, which were bandaged, with red blood seeping through the white cloth.
Did he commit suicide by cutting his wrists?
Did the illness torment him to the point that he lost hope of living?
Meng Qingluan's brows furrowed slightly, as if she were being pulled by invisible threads.
She reached out her hand, her touch on the other person's forehead as gentle as a spring breeze, and a barely audible sigh escaped her throat.
"Does it hurt? Silly child."
"..."
The person lying in bed remained unresponsive, but the fingers hidden under the covers and hanging down on the right side twitched.
"We haven't seen each other for so long, and you give me such a big scare? I really can't take it. Please wake up. If you do, I'll secretly take you out to play, okay?"
Meng Qingluan spoke tentatively.
She had heard in the real world that the last thing a person loses before death is their hearing.
Maybe if I try my best and encourage him, he can rekindle his hope to continue living?
Seeing that he still didn't react after a long while, Meng Qingluan could only sit quietly by the bed.
This can be considered as accompanying him on his final journey.
On the other side, the maid pleaded for a long time, and the doctor, who had originally planned to give up, finally agreed to try again.
The doctor placed his hand on the patient's wrist again, paused, stopped what he was doing, and then raised his hand in disbelief before placing it back on the patient's wrist.
This time, the doctor's expression was much more serious, and he repeatedly checked the patient's pulse at his wrist as if to confirm the diagnosis.
Move away, fall down, move away again, and continue falling.
Finally, his eyes lit up as he looked at the little figure lying on the bed and exclaimed in amazement.
"How strange! How could such a strange thing happen?"
"W-what's wrong?"
Seeing his unusual reaction, the maid asked him nervously, and even started to stutter because she was so nervous.
The doctor answered as he took medicine from his medicine box.
"When I first arrived, I took your young master's pulse. His pulse was weak, almost like that of a dying person. But less than half an incense stick's time later, after we had only talked for a short while, I took his pulse again and it was strong and powerful."
The maid's eyes widened, knowing there was hope, and she excitedly covered her mouth, almost bursting into tears.
"Thank you, doctor! Thank you so much! Your miraculous healing skills are like those of Hua Tuo reincarnated..."
The maid thanked the doctor excitedly, showering him with compliments.
"Alright, alright! Don't say such things yet. Let me try giving him the medicine first. Whether he wakes up or not depends on his own fate."
The doctor took out a fast-acting pill to replenish qi and blood and tried to feed it to him.
The little one, who was originally unconscious, suddenly had a burst of strength. Despite being unconscious, he clenched his teeth and refused to open his mouth, making it impossible to administer the medicine.
The doctor tried without success, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and felt that something was very strange.
"Your young master's pulse has returned to normal, but he refuses to take his medicine? Who is he angry with?"
Upon hearing this, the maid was both angry and anxious, and also frightened.
She rushed to the bedside and made the suggestion.
"I'll pry his mouth open, and you can feed him, okay?"
The doctor shook his head and immediately rejected the suggestion.
"He refuses to take his medicine now. If you force it down his throat, he might choke and that could kill him."
The maid was on the verge of tears. If it weren't for the difference in rank, she would have definitely given him a good beating right now.
She knelt by the bed, weeping and pleading.
"Young master, please drink the medicine. Please have pity on me. I'm only sixteen years old. I really don't want to die."
"..."
The servant girl was crying and sobbing.
Upon hearing the doctor's words, Meng Qingluan suddenly wanted to laugh.
Who are you angry with?
Of course, I was just being stubborn with her.
His pulse was weak before he arrived, but he regained his strength after he finished speaking. Yet he risked his life to spite himself.
This is my own fault for leaving without saying goodbye.
"You brat, you'd better open your mouth and swallow the medicine right now. If you keep acting like this, don't blame me for taking matters into my own hands."
"..."
Seeing that he had no intention of giving in, Meng Qingluan reached out and pinched his cheeks, then naturally opened his mouth.
Fearing he might resist and suffocate from the pill being forced into his trachea, Meng Qingluan warned him.
"If you don't swallow it obediently, I will never see you again, and I'll also spank your ass before I leave."
Spread your ass wide open.
Seeing this, the doctor quickly stuffed a blood-tonifying pill into his mouth.
This time, he did not resist and obediently swallowed it.
Seeing this, Meng Qingluan unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
The doctor didn't stay long. He left a prescription and a few quick-acting pills to replenish qi and blood before leaving with his medicine box.
The maid breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the person on the bed was not in any danger, she hurriedly ran out of the mansion to get medicine.
Only Meng Qingluan, who was neither human nor ghost, remained in the room, along with Little Radish Head, whose fate was unknown and who was lying on the bed.
Seeing that he was out of danger, Meng Qingluan turned over and changed from sitting on the bed to lying down.
Meng Qingluan brought her head close to the little radish head's face, resting her chin on her hands.
"Don't you know that suicide by cutting your wrists is the most painful? If you cut too shallowly, you won't die, but you'll still feel pain and have a scar. If you cut too deep, blood will gush out, and if you faint from the blood, you'll suffer even more?"
"..."
"Hanging is no good either. If you die by hanging, your tongue will stick out. Just imagine, a purple tongue sticking out, how disgusting and ugly."
"The main problem is that I often come to visit you. What if I happen to see you dead one of those times? Wouldn't that leave me with a lifelong trauma?"
"..."
"As for banging your head against the wall, if you scratch the white wall and then have to trouble the workers to repaint it for you, would you feel good about that?"
"..."
"There's more, right..."
"……you!"
Just as Meng Qingluan was about to continue taking stock, the previously unconscious Xiao Luobo Ding opened his eyes and glared at her with red eyes.
"You're awake? The medicine is working well."
Meng Qingluan felt no remorse for disturbing the patient and casually praised the doctor's superb medical skills.
"The efficacy of the medicine doesn't matter, I was woken up by..." you.
Little Radish Head has a look on his face that says, "You know what's going on."
Who would list such methods of suicide at a patient's bedside and then blame everything on him?
Did she even understand it?
Who needs care the most right now?! Who needs comfort the most?!
"You were revived by me? It seems I have a real talent for medicine. From now on, you can call me Dr. Meng."
Little Carrot Head ignored her boasting, turned his head, and said coldly with a stern face.
"What are you doing here? Are you not welcome here?"
"..."
Oh my.
What a temper!
Meng Qingluan, mindful of his illness, disregarded his cold demeanor and sat up.
"If I had come later, you might not have woken up for a long time. You should rest well and stop arguing with me, little radish."
"My business is none of your concern. Get out."
"..."
Meng Qingluan got out of bed, took a deep breath, and chose not to argue with a child.
I sat down on the stool and decided not to provoke him.
To everyone's surprise, the little radish head also had a temper, and he looked directly at her and said coldly.
"Didn't I tell you to get out? Why are you still here? I don't want to see you! I don't want to see you, you liar, you big liar, the worst liar ever!"
"..."
Meng Qingluan was also getting impatient.
Is this never going to end?
She stood up, her face cold, and walked straight out the door.
It's just a dream, so what difference does it make where I am? At worst, I'll just find somewhere to sleep. I'm too lazy to argue with a little kid.
Seeing that she was really leaving, Little Carrot Head bit his lower lip, but still couldn't hold back. He sat up in bed instantly and cried.
"Don't leave!"
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