The way from just now?
An Youyou reacted imdiately.
She looked perfectly calm. "Can’t you use that thod?"
The doctor was completely flustered.
He hurriedly said, "N-no, no, this old man is already at such an age, I absolutely cannot take advantage of the chief. I really don’t dare..."
"What’s more important, saving a life or your so‑called integrity?" An Youyou really felt these people were way too old‑fashioned.
"Naturally saving a life is more important..." The doctor replied, then quickly added when he saw An Youyou’s look, "But since the little Imperial Physician has already taken advantage of the chief, if this old man does it again, the chief will suffer an even greater loss. So please, little Imperial Physician, help feed him the dicine again. This old man will be endlessly grateful."
"..." She had taken advantage of An Ji.
Damn, these people’s brains really don’t work right.
Who’s taking advantage of whom, exactly?! Besides, if she hadn’t done that, An Ji would’ve been a corpse by now.
"Please, little Imperial Physician." The doctor humbly begged again.
An Youyou couldn’t take it; she still got to her feet.
This ti she rose more slowly, but she still felt a little dizzy.
Probably because she’d just lost blood and hadn’t eaten anything, her whole body was weaker.
Supported by the doctor, she steadied herself a bit before walking over to An Ji.
Looking at An Ji, it seed his fever had gone down, and his breathing had cald so, but it was still rather weak.
She picked up the decoction bowl beside her, getting ready to feed him. "Got any sugar?"
The doctor was stunned.
He hadn’t expected the little Imperial Physician to have this sort of request.
"I think it’s bitter too," An Youyou said bluntly.
"This old man will go get you so sugar cubes right away." The doctor agreed at once.
He thought to himself, This man actually fears bitterness?
Then he rembered this little Imperial Physician really was very young, and he understood again.
The doctor had soone bring over a few sugar cubes.
An Youyou put one into her mouth.
On the one hand, it really was bitter; on the other, after all this ti of physical exertion, she might actually be hypoglycemic.
A little sugar to replenish so energy.
An Youyou chewed it to pieces and swallowed, then picked up the decoction bowl, took a sip, and fed it into An Ji’s mouth.
An Ji was still instinctively resisting, using his tongue to block her from feeding it in.
An Youyou was annoyed.
She used more force and made An Ji behave.
An Ji felt uncomfortable swallowing; his brows knitted tightly together.
After he swallowed the bitter dicine, An Youyou was about to pull back and feed him the next mouthful.
"..." An Youyou’s heart gave a jolt.
In her mouth, she clearly felt sothing off.
An Youyou jerked away from An Ji’s lips.
She couldn’t help biting her own lip.
That sensation of lips and tongue just now...
An Youyou’s face inexplicably flushed red.
"Little Imperial Physician, what’s wrong?" The doctor was a bit surprised to see An Youyou freeze after feeding just one mouthful.
Last ti she’d fed dicine, this little Imperial Physician hadn’t hesitated in the slightest, feeding him one mouthful after another as cleanly and neatly as anything.
This second ti she was the one getting all twisted up?!
"It’s nothing." An Youyou silently swallowed that flicker of emotion in her heart and the flush on her face.
She took another sip of the decoction and fed it into An Ji’s mouth.
She didn’t know whether An Ji had accepted his fate, but this ti it went in very smoothly. Only after it went in, An Ji clearly had so odd reaction again, as if the mont he drank the dicine, he could get so other sort of reward...
An Youyou didn’t dare linger at all and quickly left An Ji’s lips.
An Ji frowned, and even in his unconscious state, his mouth parted; his tongue seed to lick outward of its own accord.
Not only An Youyou saw it; the doctor saw it too.
The doctor was already an old man, naturally soone who’d "been around."
In that instant, he seed to instantly understand the oddness from just now.
He imdiately shifted his gaze away.
The chief usually looked so cold, aloof, and noble. Who would’ve thought he’d be this honest...
The doctor couldn’t help but glance again at An Youyou’s handso young face, and he suddenly felt a bit wistful. What a pity he’s a man, otherwise the two of them actually feel quite well matched.
An Youyou hurriedly and carelessly finished feeding An Ji the dicine.
After she was done, she didn’t stay. She went back to her own soft couch to write out the prescription.
She had to admit, her heart was beating a bit fast.
She took deep breaths, deep breaths, letting herself gradually calm down.
Finally, An Youyou finished writing the prescription.
She handed the prescription to the doctor. "Decoct the antidote according to this formula. It should be able to clear the poison in your chief’s body."
"Really?" The doctor was amazed. "You developed it this quickly?"
"We’ll have to try it." An Youyou said. "Before it’s completely cleared, I can’t guarantee anything for sure."
"I’ll go decoct it right away."
"Mm." An Youyou nodded.
"Little Imperial Physician, you’ve had a hard trip here, and you’ve been working on this without eating or drinking for most of the day. It’s almost dawn. Eat sothing, take a bath, and get so rest. If anything happens with the chief, I’ll co find you." The doctor said kindly.
"Okay." An Youyou nodded.
She really was a bit exhausted and sleepy.
Before leaving, An Youyou still went to check on An Ji again.
She carefully took his pulse. It was steady.
An Youyou released An Ji’s hand, helped tuck the quilt over him, and was just about to leave.
An Ji suddenly grabbed her hand.
An Youyou’s heart skipped.
She turned her head to look at An Ji.
She saw An Ji suddenly open his eyes, staring fixedly at her as they opened.
An Youyou’s heartbeat sped up, faster and faster.
An Ji looked at the unfamiliar man in front of him and asked weakly, "Who are you?"
Only then did An Youyou rember she was in disguise now, and An Ji didn’t recognize her.
She hesitated for a mont and decided not to reveal her identity.
"I’m an Imperial Physician from Daxuan, here to treat you," An Youyou said, then added, "You can call Ali."
That was the na her mother used in the martial world.
She’d just borrow it.
Anyway, in this Cang Kingdom, no one knew it.
An Ji didn’t either.
"Ali?" An Ji frowned slightly.
He didn’t seem to recall any Imperial Physician by that na.
But he wasn’t familiar with every Imperial Physician in the Imperial Palace either.
And judging from this young man’s looks, maybe he’d only just entered the Imperial Hospital.
"Chief, your fever’s only gone down; the poison hasn’t been cleared. You should rest more. Once you drink the antidote later, you’ll be fine," An Youyou said.
An Ji gave a slight nod.
He understood his own condition.
He was still weak and powerless; even breathing felt tiring.
He didn’t know whether it was real or a dream, but he felt like he’d gone to the gates of hell several tis, and each ti soone had dragged him back.
He couldn’t help pressing his lips together.
That sweet sensation in his dreams—was that really just an illusion?!
At first it had been bitter, then suddenly he tasted sothing so sweet, so sweet he’d wanted to hold it in his mouth and never let go...
Now, when he pressed his lips together, he felt only a dry, bitter taste.
Probably because of the decoction.
"Rest well. I’ll be going now," An Youyou said, pushing An Ji’s hand away.
An Ji’s hand didn’t have much strength anyway.
With a light push, it fell away.
"Thank you for your trouble," An Ji said weakly.
An Youyou smiled faintly, then stood and left.
She really wasn’t suited to being this close to An Ji.
An Ji’s gaze followed in the direction An Youyou left.
For so reason, he felt that figure was a little familiar, but he couldn’t recall who it was.
An Ji withdrew his gaze; the discomfort in his body kept him from thinking too much.
He closed his eyes and slipped back into a drowsy sleep.
Until the doctor woke him to drink the antidote.
With the doctor’s help, he propped himself half‑upright and slowly drank the antidote, one mouthful at a ti.
After feeding him the antidote, the doctor couldn’t help letting out a sigh of relief. "Finally finished. This lowly one was worried we’d have to trouble the little Imperial Physician to feed the chief mouth‑to‑mouth again..."
As soon as he said it.
The doctor froze.
He seed to realize he’d said the wrong thing!
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