Chapter 6 — When I was born again, I was content to keep my hands to myself, but that cold and powerful God was frantic again

I said I took care of him for three days. He was silent for a moment then just said:

“It's been hard for her.”

After that, he ordered a servant to take me back to the hospital. That was the closest he was to me. It's also the furthest. I pulled my hand out of his hand and continued to clean his wound. The knife wound was very deep, fortunately it did not damage the internal organs, but it had lasted for too long and the infection was extremely serious. Bich Dao hurriedly ran to invite the doctor. After seeing the doctor, he immediately prescribed medicine, saying that if he were two more days late, he might not be able to save him. Co Truong Uyen arrived at dusk. He originally planned to go to Changzhou to pick up medicine. On the way, he passed by Suzhou and stopped by to visit me. Who would have thought that as soon as he entered the door, he would see Bui Dien Chi lying in a coma on the couch. His steps stopped for a moment, then he walked over and bent down to check Bui Dien Chi's wound. His fingertips gently pressed the edge of the wound, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"The knife wound was from the outside, the force was very strong, it was someone else who got close to him and then attacked."

He stood up straight and looked towards me.

“Where is Marquis injured?”

“I don't know.”

Co Truong Uyen did not ask any more. He opened the medicine box he brought with him, took out silver needles and powdered medicine, and once again treated Bui Dien Chi's wound. His movements were extremely steady, there was almost no hesitation when the silver needle penetrated the acupuncture point. In a daze, Bui Dien Chi let out a low groan, his eyebrows furrowed even tighter. After treating the wound, Co Truong Uyen went to the yard to wash his hands. I followed behind him, the sunset dyed his face into a warm yellow color.

“His wound needs to heal for a while.”

He dried his hands and turned to look at me.

“Miss Shen, what do you plan to do?”

“Wait for him to finish recovering and then let him leave.”

Co Truong Uyen nodded and said nothing more. He took out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box and gave it to me.

"This is a fever reducer. Give it to him every two hours. At night he may have a fever again and again, someone needs to watch him."

“I will watch.”

He looked at me, there seemed to be a very faint layer of emotion in his eyes that I couldn't understand. Then he smiled softly.

“Then we will come again tomorrow.”

When he left, the horizon had just begun to sink, and the yard gradually became dark. The leaves of the Pipa tree moved in the wind, making a soft rustling sound, as if someone was talking in a low voice. I returned to the room and sat down on the chair next to the couch. Bui Dien Chi had a very bad fever, his lips kept moving, as if he was saying something, but as if he was just shaking unconsciously. I gave him medicine to drink, he choked a bit, the medicine liquid ran down the corner of his lips, I used a handkerchief to help him wipe it clean. His eyelashes were very long, sometimes falling down to cover those always cold eyes. When he falls asleep, he no longer makes others feel as scary as usual, and even carries a bit of... rare weakness. In my previous life, I had never seen his weak appearance. In front of me, he is forever like a wall. Can't push it down, can't overcome it. Bich Dao walked in carrying a bowl of porridge and said in a low voice:

“Miss, you should eat something too Go."

I took the bowl of porridge, took two sips and then put it down again. Not hungry. But I can't swallow it.

“Miss…”

Bich Dao hesitated a bit.

“Master Bui was injured… was it because he went to Suzhou?”

“I don't know.”

“Is it…”

Bich Dao bit her lip.

“Was he chased by someone and fled all the way to Suzhou?”

I looked towards Bui Dien Chi lying on the couch. Pursuit? He is the Marquis of Truong Ninh, and still holds the Bac Tran Palace in his hand. Who in the court has the courage to pursue him? Unless something big happened in the capital. But those things are no longer relevant to us. In this life, the only thing I wish for is to continue living in peace, taking Bich Dao with me, guarding this small courtyard, silently watching the Pipa tree in the front yard bloom and bear fruit. Bui Dien Chi was in a coma for two days before waking up. When he opened his eyes, I was drying clothes in the yard. Bich Dao walked inside carrying the medicine and suddenly cried out:

“Master Marquis is awake!”

I put down the clothes in my hand and went into the room, seeing him half-leaning on the couch, his face still pale, but his eyes completely awake. He saw me, his lips moved slightly.

“How long have I been sleeping?”

“Two days.”

Bich Dao quickly responded first, adding another sentence:

“The slave family's young lady has been keeping watch for you for two days and two nights.”

I glanced at Bich Dao, she immediately shrunk her neck, picked up the empty medicine bowl and sneaked out. Bui Dien Chi's eyes stopped on my face.