In the inn, Meiqiu seemed to be really tired and was sleeping soundly.
The old doctor put down Yin Buqi's hand with an embarrassed look on his face and said, "Young man, your injury is not as serious as that girl said. Seeing her anxious look at that time, I thought you were going to die. But the wound on your back is just a superficial wound. It just looks scary. If I hadn't come, you would have healed."
Yin Buqi remained lying on the bed, not saying a word.
"Young man... you didn't get hurt on purpose to make that girl feel bad, did you?"
Yin Buqi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a long time he said lightly, "Hmm".
"You are young, but you are quite smart." The old doctor smiled as he applied medicine to him. "You are the most beautiful patient I have ever seen. Although you look a little sick and don't have the masculine beauty of ordinary men, your face is gorgeous and incredibly beautiful. Tell me, with such beauty, why do you hide it? I see that girl is worried about you and must like you too."
Yin Buqi's breathing stagnated slightly, and he shook his head again, saying: "She... just treats me as a child..."
If she found out that he had other thoughts, she might not be so nice to him anymore.
The old doctor was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Young man, let me give you a tip. Stare at her next time. If she looks away or blushes shyly, then there's a chance. If she slaps you in the face or looks normal, then you may have to work harder. I think she's a pretty good girl. If you marry her, it will be your blessing."
Don’t ask how he knew this. The only thing he knew is that he did this when he was young, and many times. It makes his face hurt when he thinks about it now.
Yin Buqi didn't reply to him, and it was unknown whether he heard it or not.
The old doctor was about to bandage him when the door was pushed open from the outside.
"Old man, how is he? Is he seriously injured?" Jiang Niannian walked in hurriedly, and looking at the long bloodstains on Yin Buqi's back, her eyes turned red again.
"His injury..." The old doctor was about to speak, but was interrupted by a cough.
"Cough cough cough cough cough..." Yin Buqi was born with narrow eyebrows and eyes. When he had no expression, his eyes were cold and contained an indescribable ruthlessness. At this moment, when he looked at the medical practitioner, there was actually a bit more threat in his eyes.
Jiang Niannian turned around to look at her baby.
The old medical practitioner watched as Yin Buqi's face changed from cold to innocent and obedient, just like the Sichuan opera's face-changing.
The old doctor was silent for a while, then said, "His injury is quite serious, he needs to rest for a few days, but the damage is not serious. This bottle of medicine is for external application, and these medicines beside are for drinking... By the way, the wound cannot be exposed to water. If someone helps wash it, it may heal faster."
Jiang Niannian finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Thank you, old sir."
"No need to thank me." He picked up the medicine box and prepared to leave, and then said: "The wound on his back has not been bandaged yet, you can bandage it. I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first."
"good."
Yin Buqi lay obediently on Jiang Niannian's lap. She bandaged his wound and tied a bow around his neck.
Her sleeve brushed across his back, bringing a slight chill.
Jiang Niannian looked at her own child with a bow tied on his chest and smiled: "It would be nice if you were a little girl. I would braid your hair and put on pretty skirts every day."