doctor:"…………"
This is a human being, not your animal skin mattress!
The doctor looked at Xiao Rong with gradually terrified eyes. He repeatedly advised Xiao Rong not to do this. Based on his twenty years of experience as a doctor, the king's injury would be fine after ten days of recuperation. You have to believe in the strength of the king's body. Such a minor injury would heal on its own with just a few changes of medicine!
Xiao Rong looked at the doctor suspiciously, but since he spoke so confidently, Xiao Rong listened to him. However, he added, "But sewing up the wound will indeed heal faster. If you encounter such an incurable patient in the future, you can try this method. It's just a last-ditch effort."
The doctor laughed dryly to show that he had taken note, but what he really thought in his heart was, I won't do that. The person is about to die, and I'm still using acupuncture again. This is so immoral that I will be struck by lightning! ...
After finally bandaging Qu Yunmie's wound, the doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and wrote out three prescriptions: one to prevent internal injuries, one to stop bleeding and replenish blood, and one to prevent possible high fever.
Normally, when a soldier was injured, the doctor would come over without saying a word. Even if he wrote out a prescription, he would just say that the patient would be fine after taking the medicine for a few days. From ordinary soldiers to commanders, everyone lived this way. However, Xiao Rong had added a new life experience to the accompanying military doctor today. No matter what the doctor did, Xiao Rong would ask questions, including whether the prescription was strong, what side effects would occur, and how many days someone like him would have to stay in bed to recuperate.
doctor:"…………"
He stared blankly at Qu Yunmie who was sitting on the bed. The latter said nothing, and when he noticed the military doctor looking at him, he just blinked his eyes.
The doctor sincerely wanted to ask Xiao Rong, "Look at how vigorous our king is, does he still need to stay in bed? Isn't it enough to just take a nap?"
But since Xiao Rong asked this, and looked like he had to get an exact number from him, the doctor held his breath and said three days. Xiao Rong looked very surprised, as if he thought three days was too short.
“…”
Anyway, after writing the prescription, the doctor immediately ran away with his medicine box. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would see even more bizarre scenes.
Yu Shaocheng went to boil the medicine, and the others went back to rest. Song Shuo and the others were arranged to stay in a tent not far away. After everyone had rested enough, they would go back to Chenliu. Everyone had been working non-stop all day and were so sleepy that they could hardly open their eyes. When they heard Xiao Rong asking them to go back and rest, they were naturally eager to leave.
After they all left, only Xiao Rong and Qu Yunmie were left in the big tent.
Xiao Rong changed his concern in front of others. He turned around and looked at Qu Yunmie who was still sitting with an expressionless face, then said to him: "Go to bed, my king. I will call you at noon."
Qu Yunmie was wearing an outer coat and had several layers of white cloth wrapped around his waist. Blood was slowly seeping out, forming a bloody circle at the wound site. Fortunately, after reaching a certain size, it did not expand any further.
In fact, Qu Yunmie was a person who attached great importance to personal privacy. He would not let others help him bathe and dress, and he would not stand on the parade ground with his chest exposed in summer. Perhaps he did not like the red tape of scholars, but he was always neatly dressed.
Today was a special case, so he undressed, but after bandaging it, he immediately put his coat back on to cover everything that needed to be covered.
But after hearing what Xiao Rong said, his hands that were loosely holding his coat loosened a little. He frowned and looked at Xiao Rong. He had been feeling a little weird all the way, and it reached its peak at this moment: "You seem to be angry with me."
Xiao Rong's eyes turned to him, and his gaze circled from the white cloth around his waist. Xiao Rong moved his eyes away and said with his eyes lowered: "Wei Zeng, it's dawn, your Majesty, please rest as soon as possible."
After saying that, Xiao Rong wanted to find a place to sit down, but when he turned around, Qu Yunmie thought he was going to leave. His face darkened and he called his name as a warning: "Xiao Rong."
Xiao Rong paused, and turned back, then saw Qu Yunmie looking at him unexpectedly: "If you have something to say, just say it directly. I don't like others to hesitate in front of me."
Xiao Rong listened to his words and slowly stood up straight: "What does the king want me to say?"
Qu Yunmie: "I think that's what you want to say. You think I did something wrong. Are you blaming me for crossing the Huai River or for accidentally hurting myself? If it's neither of those, then I'll trouble you to clear up my confusion for me, sir."
Xiao Rong: “…”
Except for the first few days when they knew each other, Qu Yunmie almost never called him sir. Now he called him that again, but in a sarcastic tone.
After a moment of silence, Xiao Rong said, "I blame the king for not wanting to rest properly and insisting on these unimportant things."
Qu Yunmie was choked by him. He was a little unhappy to begin with, and this time his unhappiness turned directly into anger: "You are really getting more and more presumptuous. Why should I do whatever you tell me to do? You always call me the king, but I have never seen you really treat me as the king. If something is not to your liking, you will show me your displeasure. Xiao Rong, have you forgotten how to write the word conscience?"
Xiao Rong was originally looking at the lamp stand nearby. Upon hearing this, he turned his head instantly: "Not quite to my liking?"
He smiled very beautifully: "Please examine yourself, Your Majesty. Is this slightly not to my liking?"
Qu Yunmie frowned slightly. He did not bow his head as Xiao Rong said. Instead, he said to him directly: "It's just a minor injury. You have never seen it before, so you are making a fuss. It's inevitable that soldiers will not get injured in battles."
The corners of Xiao Rong's mouth gradually drooped, and he suddenly changed his previous attitude of not wanting to look Qu Yunmie in the eye, and stared at him straight.
Qu Yunmie: “…”
This was a sign that Xiao Rong was about to attack someone. Qu Yunmie subconsciously felt a little regretful, but it was too late.
Xiao Rong: "Your Majesty is right. There is no soldier who is not injured in battle, but the battle last night could have been avoided! If Your Majesty had listened to me, if Your Majesty had kept the agreement with me, then -"
Qu Yunmie interrupted him impatiently: "Then you are now just a corpse! Don't talk about me, talk about you first. How did you promise me that nothing would happen in Jinling? You swore that no one in Jinling would dare to attack you, but what happened? This proves that I am right and you are wrong. From now on, you will never step out of Chenliu again!"
Xiao Rong: "Just because I missed an accident?!"
Qu Yunmie: "Because you were reckless and ignorant, and relied on your talent to your arrogance, you almost lost your own life!"
Xiao Rong was so angry that he almost collapsed. "Who said that soldiers will inevitably get hurt when they go to war? The same goes for accidents when they go into danger! But I know that I will not kill myself. Even if the king didn't come, I would have a way to escape. It was the king who came that almost killed me!"
Qu Yunmie was stunned: "What does this sentence mean?"
Xiao Rong said coldly: "If something happens to the king, will I still have the nerve to return to Chenliu alive to apologize?"
Qu Yunmie: “…”
"Whatever I decide to do is my own decision. What does it have to do with you? The Zhenbei Army does not practice collective punishment. Even my soldiers have no reason to lose their lives because of me!"
Xiao Rong was very annoyed. This had nothing to do with what Qu Yunmie was thinking, but he couldn't say the truth out loud. What's more, this was not what really made him angry.
He said quickly, "Your Majesty, it's so easy for you to say that, but at that time, it was already your Majesty's business. You couldn't control the life and death of others even if you wanted to."
Qu Yunmie: “…………”
He was really angry: "Xiao Rong, I saved your life and you want to repay me like this, right? I don't care about this little injury, so why should you care?"
Xiao Rong: "Minor injury?! If it weren't for your good luck, that person would have only scratched your waist. If his internal organs were injured, you wouldn't even have the chance to sit here!"
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