"Please have a look, eunuch. Your Highness's injury was definitely caused by his own fall! We don't know—"
"Your Highness's arm was injured by pulling," Wen Qingci gently rubbed his wrist, casually interrupting the imperial guard's sophistry. He nodded slightly to the eunuch Xian and said, "This time, the eldest prince was brought back to Yongdu to test the medicine for Your Majesty. If Your Highness has a hidden disease, the test results will definitely be inaccurate. Neither you nor I can bear this responsibility."
His words touched the heart of the eunuch: "... Mr. Wen is absolutely right."
"It's a surprise. I need to confirm your health first."
"We will definitely handle the Imperial Guards' affairs impartially," Eunuch Xian glanced at those people expressionlessly, then turned to Wen Qingci and said with a smile, "As for His Highness, please take care of it, Mr. Wen."
"Of course I should." Wen Qingci said with a smile.
As the culprit who summoned Xie Bufeng back to the capital, all the grievances, injuries and illnesses he suffered in Yongdu could be blamed on him.
When it comes to caring and concern for his health, Wen Qingci doesn't believe there is anyone in the world who can compare to him.
Xie Bufeng's hand slowly moved away from his shoulder blade.
He never believed in kindness or mercy.
I don’t even think Wen Qingci would possess such a thing.
He just wanted to know what the imperial physician who was pulling him back to the quagmire of Yongdu was up to.
"Tsk, you have no power, no influence, and your majesty doesn't like you. Your mother has even been banished to the cold palace. Let's see how long you can survive in the palace."
"Why was I assigned to serve this monster... Did I offend the virtuous eunuch at some point?"
It's so noisy.
Xie Bufeng's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, slowly sweeping around, instantly making everyone feel as if their thoughts were seen through.
His ears went quiet.
People only know that Xie Bufeng was born without the sense of pain, but they don’t know... he has been able to hear the evil thoughts in people’s hearts since he was a child.
Xie Bufeng grew up surrounded by disgust, fear and even curses.
He had been tired of hearing what these people were thinking over the past decade.
Apart from the noise, Xie Bufeng didn't have any extra feelings.
"... Wen Qingci, please poison him to death quickly. If you do, I can have another master to serve." After a long silence, an abrupt curse disturbed Xie Bufeng's mind.
The boy held his breath and hugged the little lamb tightly in his arms.
He quickly recalled everything he had heard since arriving at the Imperial Medical Bureau: the inner abuse of the imperial guards, the disdain of the eunuch, and the malicious speculations of the eunuchs and palace maids...but the only thing missing was Wen Qingci's voice.
This is impossible.
Xie Bufeng suddenly frowned and looked at Wen Qingci deeply.
He was wiping the blood off his wrist with a silk handkerchief, and then he put on a string of medicinal jade.
It can not only cover the wound, but also promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
Turning around and seeing the unattended scarlet on Xie Bufeng's left hand, Wen Qingci, who was a bit of a germaphobe, subconsciously added, "Bring me another clean handkerchief."
"Yes, Mr. Wen."
As soon as he said this and met Xie Bufeng's cold gaze, Wen Qingci immediately regretted it.
Ah, it’s better to have less trouble than more. Why do I talk so much
Things had come to this point, leaving him no room for cowardice.
Isn't it just wiping your hands
Wen Qingci took a deep breath, picked up the handkerchief and walked towards Xie Bufeng.
"The blood is stuck here, so the pulse can't be felt clearly, which will lead to a miscalculation."
As soon as he finished speaking, before he could touch Xie Bufeng's skin, the young man suddenly raised his hand to block Wen Qingci's action.
Xie Bufeng's move was quick and brutal, like a streak of black lightning, attacking Wen Qingci.
Without leaving any room for reaction, the jade necklace hanging loosely on Wen Qingci's wrist fell heavily to the ground with the boy's movement, making a crisp "bang" sound.
Xie Bufeng's ears suddenly exploded with noise, and even the lamb in his arms shrank back in fear.
He was deliberately provoking Wen Qingci to confirm whether he had accidentally ignored the other person's voice, or whether he really... could not hear anything.
Under the gazes of countless people, Wen Qingci paused, bent down, gathered his sleeves and picked up the jade beads.
"Fortunately it didn't break."
He spoke in a relaxed tone and laughed it off.
Not only does Wen Qingci not need to please himself, he even controls his life and death.
But he just wrapped the jade necklace around his wrist again without showing any displeasure.
The most important thing is that my ears are always silent...
Wen Qingci came over again with a silk handkerchief in her hand.
This time Xie Bufeng did not stop him and let him gently wipe the blood off his forearm.
After bidding farewell to the virtuous eunuch, Wen Qingci and his party walked through the front yard and headed towards Lingkong Hall, which was used for medical treatment.
After taking only two steps, a white shadow suddenly came over and bumped into the crowd.
"what-"
"Bunny bunny! What's all the fuss about?"
"Be careful, that's Mr. Wen's pet!"
The eunuchs rushed to catch him, and the scene became chaotic.
Wen Qingci paused, suddenly bent down, picked up the rabbit from the ground, and held it in his arms.
After rubbing its head, he smiled and said, "Why did you come here?"
It was only after he traveled through time that he found out that the original owner had the habit of raising experimental rabbits.
In today's era, this is an extremely unorthodox behavior, and it also became a major evidence of the original owner's "Fairy-faced Rakshasa".
After a while, Wen Qingci had no choice but to keep it here.
The frightened rabbit clung to Wen Qingci's shoulders, and its long nails dug directly into the flesh of his neck.
Although there was no bleeding, skin breakage was certain.
"Mr. Wen, your shoulder is injured—"
"No problem."
Wen Qingci not only didn't care at all, he even hugged the rabbit tightly, stroking its back and comforting it in a soft voice: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
A young eunuch stumbled over and after seeing Wen Qingci, he fell to his knees.
"Please forgive me, Mr. Wen. We were just cleaning the cage and we didn't expect it to slip out," the eunuch kowtowed several times and said in great panic, "I will take it back to its nest and lock it up to make sure it doesn't run around again!"
"No need, it's only a few steps away, I'll take it back."
Wen Qingci couldn't help but rub its ears gently, then turned around and carried it towards the bamboo cage in the corner of the yard.
The eunuchs followed immediately.
Only Xie Bufeng stood there, looking at Wen Qingci's back from afar.
Why would a royal physician keep rabbits in the palace
Wen Qingci held the rabbit in his arms, bent down and touched the straw in the nest, then turned to the eunuch and said, "The grass is still a little wet. Make sure to dry it out a little next time. Remember to ventilate it often and don't let the nest get too damp."
Finally, he patiently reminded: "By the way, remember to find another piece of poplar wood to sharpen its teeth."
"Yes, yes," the eunuch nodded quickly and wrote down what he said carefully, "I will definitely do as you say!"
After making sure the straw was laid, Wen Qingci added some alfalfa into the cage, then carefully put the rabbit down and returned it to its nest.
And scratched the rabbit's chin.
"Just stay here and don't run around anymore." As he said this, he subconsciously rubbed the rabbit's chubby cheek with his thumb.
Wen Qingci's words were full of doting.
The weather in early spring was still a little chilly. The white rabbit, clinging to Wen Qingci's body temperature, couldn't help but jump forward, chasing the warmth of his palm.
Seeing this, Wen Qingci couldn't help but smile. He stopped temporarily and let the rabbit stick to his palm.
The faint warm sun shone obliquely from the sky, filtering Wen Qingci's originally somewhat cold temperament into only gentleness.
"Okay, little guy, I'll play with you later when I'm free."
Remembering that he still had important things to do, Wen Qingci finally stood up reluctantly and walked back to where Xie Bufeng was.
He looked calm, as if what had just happened was just a minor episode.
But the expressions on the faces of the people behind Wen Qingsi were uglier than each other.
The eunuchs exchanged glances with each other, and their psychological activities were extremely interesting.
Xie Bufeng concentrated his attention and finally extracted some useful information from the noisy voice in his mind.
—The rabbits in the Imperial Medical Bureau were indeed raised by Wen Qingci, and the alfalfa, dried vegetables and fruits, and corn beside the bamboo cages were prepared by him personally.
Wen Qingci even raised more than one rabbit.
I only saw this one today because the rest of the rabbits were killed by him personally to estimate the medicinal properties.
Or he would rip them open, dismember them, and turn them into a pool of rotten meat.
He was clearly caressing its body the previous second, but Wen Qingci could tear its bones and skin it in the next second.
Then use a silver blade to separate the rabbit's organs and nerves one by one.
The methods were bloody and cruel, which the eunuchs had never seen before.
That day, they found out... that rabbits can also scream when they are in extreme pain.
Xie Bufeng couldn't help but turn sideways and look towards Wen Qingci.
This was the first time he had really observed a person.
Under the jade crown and black hair is a white forehead and a hint of vermilion in the thin eyebrows.
The long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, hiding the glass-like pupils and all the emotions hidden in them...
It's hard to understand.
In Lingkong Hall, Wen Qingci slowly placed his fingers on Xie Bufeng's pulse.
He concentrated his attention, recalling what he had learned in class and daily life, while patiently identifying Xie Bufeng's pulse.
With his full concentration, Wen Qingci ignored the slight tremor of the boy's index finger.
Xie Bufeng's gaze inadvertently fell on Wen Qingci's shoulder. There was an obvious red mark where the rabbit had just scratched him.
Looking down again, he saw the purple bruise on his wrist caused by his own grip.
The faint bitter fragrance from Wen Qingci's body drifted to Xie Bufeng's nose with the wind.
His heart sank.
Xie Bufeng suddenly realized that it was not a surprise that he could not hear Wen Qingci's inner voice.
But it is inevitable.
Wen Qing quit his job as a doctor and became an insane person.
In his eyes, he was no different from the rabbit that he took good care of but would one day kill with his own hands!
Wen Qingci would not harbor any ill will towards a rabbit, nor would he care about the scratches left by the rabbit.
The same goes for yourself.
(End of this chapter)