Chapter 1009: Chapter 1010: Such a Headache Chapter 1009: Chapter 1010: Such a Headache “You want to run away, don’t you?”
ng Zhuqing froze on the spot. He really did want to run…
But Tobanya didn’t wait for his answer and simply said, “Go ahead and run.”
Before ng Zhuqing could revel in his relief, he saw Tobanya yank the sachet from her neck and also said, “I don’t want to feel guilty. Since you don’t want to take care of you, I can only let myself catch the plague as well.”
Upon hearing this, ng Zhuqing was horrified and imdiately gave in, “County Princess, please put the sachet back on. This General will let you take care of him. Is that agreeable now?”
Tobanya had initially pretended to throw the sachet away, but upon hearing ng Zhuqing’s capitulation, she leisurely put the about-to-be-thrown sachet back on her neck.
In fact, she had always wanted to wear the sachet around her waist, as wearing it around her neck looked ugly, but Princess Ke Anjing had said it was useless to hang it on the waist and it had to be close to the nose and mouth, hence she had kept wearing it this way.
ng Zhuqing silently watched Tobanya for a long while before lying back down on the bed, turning his back to her.
He was dying, and yet here he was being distressed by this person… she really was…
Seeing that ng Zhuqing had resignedly laid back down, still with his back to her, Tobanya’s lips curled into a sly smile of triumph.
She knew that he, always being the kind-hearted soul, would never stand by and watch her catch the plague just like himself.
…
The night had just fallen when Gong Juechen learned that ng Zhuqing had contracted the plague, but he still ca to visit him.
Seeing Tobanya in ng Zhuqing’s room, he first hesitated upon laying eyes on Tobanya’s face that outshone the beauty of heaven and earth, then approached the bed to talk with ng Zhuqing.
Looking at the pustules on ng Zhuqing’s body, Gong Juechen, uncharacteristically, did not make jokes at ng Zhuqing’s expense, nor was he sharp-tongued, but instead kept insisting that ng Zhuqing must drink the herbal dicine every day.
Whether the dicine was helpful or not, it had to be taken.
Perhaps the concoction he worked on might prove effective one day.
Gong Juechen entertained this hope as he urged ng Zhuqing to take the dicine, wanting at all costs for him not to die.
ng Zhuqing actually understood that Gong Juechen cared about him; touched by Gong Juechen’s rare earnestness in insisting that he take the dicine, ng Zhuqing nodded and promised he would drink the herbal concoction.
But even if Gong Juechen hadn’t insisted, he would still have drunk it.
He hadn’t had his fill of life yet; if he could continue living, he still wanted to live on.
Leaving ng Zhuqing’s room, Gong Juechen hesitated for a mont before going to Su Chengyu’s room, the Crown Prince.
Su Chengyu could be said to be at death’s door, unconscious and with nearly all the pustules on his body burst, emitting a foul stench that pervaded the whole room, rendering it a place one would never want to enter again after a single visit.
Yet Ke Anjing, Xiao Changyi, and Ning Wenxian did not shun him and kept visiting his room, and Ning Wenxian even stayed by the side of such a Su Chengyu’s bed.
At the mont, Ning Wenxian was still at Su Chengyu’s bedside, heart aching imnsely as she watched the person on the bed, constantly wiping away her tears.
When Gong Juechen entered Su Chengyu’s room, Xiao Changyi and An Jing were also there, but before Gong Juechen left Su Chengyu’s room, Xiao Changyi and An Jing had already exited.
Gong Juechen, in the capacity of a doctor, examined Su Chengyu’s body, while the very faint sobbing of Ning Wenxian lingered in his ear, making his heart all the more heavy and pained.
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