If Su Mingyu in this era knew that the fatherly love she had been longing for was like this, she couldn't even imagine how disappointed she would be.
Taking a deep breath, Su Mingyu gritted her teeth and struggled to stand up despite the pain.
But before she could straighten her back, the sharp pain caused by the movement made her legs give way.
Just as she was about to fall flat on her face, a large hand suddenly grabbed her wrist firmly.
With the shift of her center of gravity, Su Mingyu spun around and landed on the lap of the owner of the hand.
A teasing voice filled with hot breath rang in her ear: "Thought you were tough?".
Su Mingyu broke out in cold sweat from the pain of being tugged. It took her a long time to catch her breath while sitting on Gu Ruobai's lap before she said, "At a time like this, a considerate and normal man should gently send the lady back to her room to rest and quietly leave a bottle of good wound medicine on his way out."
After saying that, she gave Gu Ruobai a sidelong glance, then got up holding the wheelchair handle and walked out without looking back with Zhizhu supporting her.
Looking at the part of his clothes stained red with Su Mingyu's blood, Gu Ruobai curled his lips, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
But Mu Yi, who was standing behind Gu Ruobai pushing the wheelchair, felt a sudden chill in his heart.
It was the first time he had seen someone who had made the master bleed outside the battlefield and still managed to leave alive.
And the most important thing was, the master's smile just now...
It was extremely chilling.
...
In the Qinghui Courtyard, Su Mingyu was lying on the bed. Zhizhu's hands were shaking non - stop as she looked at Su Mingyu's lacerated back: "M...Miss... Are you really going to use this?"
All these herbs were the ones Su Mingyu had asked her to get from the pharmacy, like datura seeds and other kinds of herbs.
She had never even heard of them, yet the young lady dared to sprinkle these things on her wounds?
Su Mingyu knew that Zhizhu was too scared to act, but she was in so much pain and too lazy to explain to Zhizhu. She just bit the corner of the quilt and nodded, indicating for Zhizhu to apply the medicine quickly.
When the powder was sprinkled on her almost mashed wounds, Su Mingyu felt so much pain that she was on the verge of fainting.
Shit!
In this damned era, why was there no anesthetic! It was even more painful than when her hands and feet had been broken before.
This feeling of being cut by a small knife bit by bit was just too unbearable!
The most important thing was that the ancient anesthetic - Mafeisan, which she had read about in ancient books, didn't seem to work either?!
After Zhizhu had been sprinkling the medicine for a while, perhaps the medicine finally took effect, and Su Mingyu felt the pain on her back gradually subside.
"Zhizhu, go get me some hot water to wipe the sweat off."
Zhizhu nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of pity: "Okay, I'll go right away."
Perhaps because she had really exhausted too much energy, Su Mingyu fell asleep while lying on the bed.
In a daze, she felt as if someone was approaching her.
The professional sensitivity of a special agent made Su Mingyu wake up instantly.
She quietly grabbed the dagger hidden under the pillow.
"If you don't want the wounds on your back to leave scars, stop tensing up."
A familiar and calm voice sounded behind her. Su Mingyu immediately relaxed her body and opened her eyes, squinting at the man with pursed lips: "Your Highness, Prince Ruixian, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to break into a young lady's boudoir, especially when my upper body is bare?"
Gu Ruobai flipped his hand and took out a palm - sized clay pot: "I originally planned to come quietly and leave a bottle of good wound medicine for you, but..."
Gu Ruobai sniffed: "Aconitum kusnezoffii, datura seeds, arisaema?".
After saying that, he exaggeratedly showed his disappointment and shook his head: "It seems someone has a better prescription?".
"Then I guess you don't need this medicine that can relieve pain and speed up the healing process."
Su Mingyu: …
If she could move, she really wanted to strangle this man.
He was almost ten years older than her in this era. What was this middle - aged man doing, teasing a young girl like her?
She didn't believe this man was just bored and looking for fun. After all, he didn't seem like a good - hearted person at all.
With a cold face, Su Mingyu was too lazy to look at him again: "Your Highness, if you're really that bored, why don't you go find the person who disabled you? You won't get any clues from me."
Seeing that she had turned her face away and was too lazy to look at him, a hint of amusement flashed in Gu Ruobai's eyes.
This young girl always managed to surprise him every time he saw her. She was really becoming more and more interesting to him.
Gu Ruobai lowered his eyes and came to the bedside: "It's quite interesting to see a stupid girl who hurts the enemy a thousand but loses eight hundred herself, isn't it?"
Su Mingyu tightly clenched her palm.
She told herself countless times to calm down, to be calm.
If she really got angry, she would lose.
Gritting her back teeth tightly, Su Mingyu forced a perfunctory and ugly smile: "It seems that even a prince can be very bored, especially a prince with a disabled leg. He's even more bored."
Gu Ruobai looked at Su Mingyu, who was daring to show her anger but couldn't do anything, with a half - smile, and the smile on his lips deepened: "You don't have to mention my disability in every sentence. It won't affect me."
Su Mingyu: …
She really wanted to strangle him.
Seeing that she was clearly very angry but still trying hard not to show it.
Gu Ruobai slightly curled his lips, took out the clay pot again, scooped out a piece of ointment, and used his internal energy to activate it.
Before Su Mingyu could react, he directly applied it to her back full of whip marks.
"Ah!"