nycdaug Chapter 281 The Injury in the Illusion is Real
Chapter 281 The Injury in the Illusion is Real
This time, Feng Wuhen actually shut his mouth obediently, fearing that he would anger the petite woman in front of him.
"Don't rush to put on your shirt. Come out and I'll help you treat your wound." Jiang Yimo's tone was firm and unquestionable.
"No need." Feng Wuhen still refused stubbornly.
However, Jiang Yimo did not waste any more words arguing with him, but asked casually: "My grandfather also knows medicine, does he know that you are injured?"
Feng Wuhen nodded slightly to show his agreement, "Yes, he knows. He just doesn't know how serious my injury is."
Hearing this, Jiang Yimo sighed helplessly and murmured to herself: "Alas, it's really... asking for trouble!"
She seemed helpless and distressed about Feng Wuhen's stubborn behavior.
"What about my grandpa? Is he hurt?" Jiang Yimo frowned and asked with concern.
"He's fine, he just had a cut on the back of his hand and it's bleeding a little. He told me to tell you not to worry about him."
Feng Wuhen repeated to Jiang Yimo everything about General Gu and what he said.
After hearing this, Jiang Yimo felt relieved. Her grandfather knew medicine, so even if he had some minor wounds, he could treat them himself.
So, Jiang Yimo carefully pushed Feng Wuhen onto a soft couch in the room and let him lie down.
Then, she swiftly took out a series of necessary medical tools and medicines from her mysterious purple lotus space, placed them neatly aside, and prepared to carefully suture Feng Wuhen's hideous wound.
"The wound on your back is too deep. It must be stitched up as soon as possible so that it can heal faster."
Jiang Yimo said softly, her eyes full of concern and concentration.
Feng Wuhen said nothing, just lying there quietly, with his head tilted to the side, his eyes fixed on Jiang Yimo's every move, as if he wanted to imprint every detail about her deeply in his heart.
After everything was ready, Jiang Yimo picked up the syringe and was about to inject Feng Wuhen with local anesthetic, but was unexpectedly rejected.
Feng Wuhen shook his head, indicating that there was no need to use anesthetics and that they could start suturing directly.
"It will be very painful without anesthesia. Can you really bear it? Don't force yourself!"
Jiang Yimo couldn't help but frown and looked at Feng Wuhen worriedly, trying to persuade him to accept anesthesia.
However, Feng Wuhen only uttered one firm and concise word: "Yes." His tone was bold and resolute, with no intention of backing down.
Since he was unwilling to take anesthesia, Jiang Yimo could only follow his wishes. After all, this prince had a stubborn personality, and if she went against his wishes, even suturing the wound would become extremely difficult.
Next, Jiang Yimo picked up the needle and thread for the operation, and prepared to start the suturing work gently and skillfully. She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm and focused, but she couldn't help but feel a little curious and admiring about the man in front of her.
You know, most people would find it hard to endure such severe pain, but this prince was able to grit his teeth and persevere. His strong willpower is amazing. Perhaps it is precisely because of this tenacity and courage that he can become the object of everyone's admiration?
Thinking of this, Jiang Yimo calmed down and refocused her attention on the needle and thread in her hand. She carefully pierced through the prince's skin, and each stitch was as delicate as possible, for fear of causing more pain to the prince. The prince clenched his teeth, cold sweat on his forehead, but he never uttered a groan.
The whole process was tense and long, as if time had stood still. Finally, with Jiang Yimo's superb medical skills, the wound was successfully sutured. Looking at the dense sutures, Jiang Yimo breathed a sigh of relief - this mission was finally successfully completed!
Jiang Yimo stared at the stubborn man in front of her and sighed inwardly.
She knew that Feng Wuhen had extraordinary endurance, but in the face of such severe pain, he chose to grit his teeth and persevere. Such tenacity and courage were truly admirable.
"Your Highness, you can finally tell me now, who stabbed you in the back?" The woman's voice was filled with a hint of anxiety and concern.
Hearing this, Feng Wuhen's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at the person in front of him with complicated eyes. After a long silence, he slowly said: "I...didn't see the man's face clearly."
His tone seemed a little indifferent, but his eyes revealed an indescribable emotion.
In fact, Feng Wuhen knew in his heart that if he told the truth, Momo would definitely get to the bottom of it.
Today, he accidentally entered a mysterious fantasy world outside the library, and the injury on his back was caused by an encounter with a man who looked very similar to Jiang Yimo.
He originally thought that the injuries he suffered in the illusion were not real injuries, but when he and General Gu broke out of the illusion, the injuries on their bodies turned out to be real, which made both of them very puzzled.
However, this experience is so strange and bizarre that no one might believe it if it were told to others, and it might even lead to more suspicion and danger.
So, he chose to conceal the truth and used a simple lie to get by. But in the face of Jiang Yimo's sincere concern, he still...didn't say it.
At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and a subtle atmosphere filled the air between the two. The woman was obviously not satisfied with this answer, but she seemed to understand that there must be something hidden. She bit her lip tightly, and her eyes flashed with doubt and worry.
In the end, Jiang Yimo sighed softly and stopped asking. She knew that even if she continued to pester him, she would not be able to get a real answer from Feng Wuhen. At the moment, she was more concerned about what happened in Shilipo tonight.
Feng Wuhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he felt helpless. He didn't want to lie to him, but he didn't want Momo to feel burdened after knowing this.
"Okay, the injury on your back has been taken care of. But in the next few days, you must not use force rashly, otherwise the wound will easily open again." Jiang Yimo earnestly advised the person in front of her.
Feng Wuhen nodded slightly, indicating that he understood, but deep down he did not really agree.
You know, when it comes to a life-and-death situation, who would care about whether the wound will be affected?
After Feng Wuhen finished bandaging Jiang Yimo, he quickly turned over and sat up, put on his clothes quickly, and then turned to her and said, "There is no time to lose, we have to leave quickly and make sure we get there before Feng Siniang and the leader of the Hundred Ghosts Sect arrive at Shilipo."
After saying that, Feng Wuhen took Jiang Yimo's hand and walked out.