After a while, the sound of chaotic footsteps was heard in the hall.
"Young Master, the doctor is here." The servant bowed respectfully, then raised his head and exclaimed, "Ah! Young Master, the wound on your back has split! Can the doctor take a look at it?"
"No need." Yin Buqi shook his head and said disapprovingly: "Help her first."
The doctor said: "Young Master, the blood is oozing out..."
"I'll let you show her first!"
Yin Buqi suddenly became furious, his voice was low and dangerous, roaring.
The doctor was so frightened by his appearance that he fell to his knees, then quickly got up and went to take Jiang Niannian's pulse.
This is Qingqiu.
Bloodline has absolute say.
Everyone will submit to the Nine-Tailed Fox with noble blood; this is something engraved in their bones.
The doctor withdrew his hand and frowned slightly.
Yin Buqi's eyes were filled with coldness and anxiety: "What happened?"
"It's not a big problem. It's just that the old injury hasn't healed yet, and I caught a cold, so I fell into a coma. But..."
Yin Buqi was extremely anxious. He hated people who beat around the bush the most. He emphasized, "But what?"
The doctor thought for a while and said, "I feel like there's something wrong with the pulse, but I can't put my finger on it. So, I'll prescribe some medicine for Miss Jiang to help her recuperate. I'll go back and think about it."
The doctor asked someone to go down and boil the medicine, and then cleaned and bandaged the wound on Yin Buqi's back, then he bowed and left.
Yin Buqi sat on the edge of the bed, gently holding Jiang Niannian's hand, his eyes moist and sad.
He gently stroked her cheek, rested his forehead against hers, and rubbed her with the tip of his tall nose. Her beautiful face was reflected in the mottled light, with tears clearly reflected in it. He choked softly: "I only have you... Nian Nian... I only have you..."
So, please, please live well.
The servant quickly boiled the medicine and brought it to Yin Buqi.
Yin Buqi didn't care whether it was hot or not. He took a sip first. It smelled bitter and tasted even more bitter. Nian Nian definitely didn't like it.
After living together for so many years, Yin Buqi already knew Jiang Niannian's living habits very well.
She doesn't like to take medicine when she is sick because she is afraid of the bitterness.
She was very afraid of pain, but she rarely mentioned it in front of him because she didn't want him to worry.
Yin Buqi sighed and ordered, "Go, bring some honey water."
"Yes, young master."
Yin Buqi took the medicine, scooped a spoonful, blew it to his lips, and then carefully put it to Jiang Niannian's lips, coaxing gently: "Niannian, be good... drink the medicine."
After taking a sip, even though she was drowsy, Jiang Niannian frowned, turned her face away, pursed her lips, and refused to drink any more no matter what.
“It’s bitter… so bitter…”
Jiang Niannian moaned and unconsciously waved away the bowl full of medicine.
Yin Buqi didn't hold the bowl firmly, and the medicine splashed onto the luxurious carpet. He stared quietly at the remaining medicine in the bowl, and suddenly poured it all into his mouth.
He placed the bowl on the table beside him, turned around and frantically pried open her chin, kissed her straight down, and pushed all the medicine in his mouth into her throat, forcing her to swallow it all.
Jiang Niannian tasted bitterness on the tip of her tongue and shook her head desperately, "Um... don't..."