eurekapd Chapter 86 086 Left Behind
Chapter 86 086 Left Behind
Chapter 86 086 Left Behind
Ye Pianran has lived two lives. In her first life, she married Chunyu Jing as a concubine but never had any physical intimacy with him and remained a virgin until her death. In this life, she is still unmarried and only wants to study medicine. She has never experienced anything like this before.
She stared wide-eyed at the handsome face so close to hers, her heart pounding like a drum, her mind a complete blank. Only when all the air was gone from her mouth, and she let out a painful whimper, did he reluctantly release her. But by then, she was utterly disoriented, limp and powerless against him, too weak to even rise.
The force behind her head didn't leave. Ye Pianran gasped for breath, looking up at Chunyu Yang with embarrassment and anger, only to see his eyes closed and his face cold, as if nothing had happened.
Was he awake or asleep? If he was awake, why was he making no sound? But if he was asleep, why wouldn't he let go of his hand?
As she was wondering, she suddenly felt a warm breeze brush past her ear, and a hoarse voice sounded deep in her ear: "Thank you, Dr. Ye."
The call of "Dr. Ye" inexplicably stirred Ye Pianran's heartstrings, causing her to feel dizzy for a moment. Then she felt the hand that had been pressing on the back of her head finally gently move away. Startled, she straightened up and took several steps back, no longer daring to approach any closer. Ling Shu and Ling Yi, who were standing nearby, had already stopped what they were doing, staring blankly at her and Chunyu Yang, who had clearly regained his senses.
The atmosphere in the room became somewhat strange for a moment. Finally, Chunyu Yang spoke first, asking in a hoarse voice, "Is there any more medicine?"
Lingyi immediately came to her senses and stammered, "Yes, yes, yes, this servant will go and fetch it right away."
A moment later, Lingyi returned with a brand new bowl of medicine. Ye Pianran had also recovered from what had just happened. Her cheeks were still burning, and her heart was pounding, but she didn't forget her duty as a healer. She took the bowl of medicine from Lingyi and said:
"Help the Third Prince up to drink his medicine. Be careful not to disturb his wounds."
"Yes."
Once he regained consciousness, Chunyu Yang didn't spit out the medicine this time. Even though it was bitter, he drank it all without flinching. After finishing a bowl of hot medicine, he finally broke into a sweat, and the temperature on his face subsided a bit. He lay there silently again.
He never opened his eyes, and Ye Pianran didn't know whether he was awake or asleep. So, as before, she picked up her medical book and continued to study.
But this time, she couldn't calm down. Her thoughts drifted away, sometimes looking at the pitter-patter of the rain outside the window, sometimes at the sparkling lamp wick, sometimes at the bright red mole on her hand, and finally…
Finding herself staring at the cold yet perfectly shaped thin lips of the Northern Martial King for a long time, Ye Pianran suddenly snapped out of her daze and closed the book in her hands, feeling agitated.
To hell with worldly etiquette and the distinction between men and women! Her master hadn't told her how to soothe this feeling of being taken advantage of... this feeling of having a rabbit jumping around in her heart!
In the latter half of the night, Chunyu Yang's fever returned twice more, causing everyone to scramble to catch him. After a busy and anxious night watching over him, Ye Pianran was exhausted. Once she found that his pulse was steady and his wounds were showing signs of healing, she felt relieved and fell into a deep sleep by the bed.
When Chunyu Yang fully regained consciousness, although his body was weak and limp, he could hardly feel any pain from the wound on his chest. The only thing that bothered him was that it felt like there were thousands of needles sticking into his eyes, making it impossible for him to open them properly.
He raised his hand and lightly pressed it against the wound on his chest, finding it tightly bandaged. Memories of last night immediately flooded his mind. Hearing the even breathing beside him, he paused, then propped himself up and slowly and laboriously sat up.
The blanket covering him slipped off as he sat up. He reached out and pulled it back over, giving it a gentle shake before covering the sleeping figure beside him. The movement aggravated the wound on his chest, and a sharp pain immediately shot through him. He winced almost imperceptibly, his memory of everything that had happened the previous night becoming clearer.
Although he was seriously injured last night, his years of military experience had not completely robbed him of his senses. From the moment he jumped onto the carriage and learned that she was its owner, he knew he was not going to die this time. He had thought she would take him to Liu Luluo for treatment, but he never expected that she would risk taking him back to the Marquis's mansion.
Recalling what she had said last night, a silent warmth swept through his cold heart.
Was it to repay his life-saving grace? Now, they were even. However, she didn't know that Liu Lulu was called "Mr. Lulu" not because she disregarded social etiquette, but because she had a very volatile temper and was not like a woman, so she was called "Mr."
Light footsteps approached from outside, and someone stepped into the house. Their breathing became erratic, and they cried out in panic, "The Third Prince..."
He raised his hand to make a shushing gesture, and after the other person quieted down, he asked softly, "What time is it?"
"It's just past Mao Shi (5-7 AM), and it's already Chen Shi (7-9 AM)."
"Help your young lady back to bed to rest," Chunyu Yang said, groping his way up from the couch. He had lost a lot of blood last night, and although Ye Pianran had promptly cleaned his wounds with spiritual spring water, he was still severely weakened. As soon as he stood up, he felt weak and powerless. Sitting back down on the couch, he barely managed to support himself, and a wave of dizziness washed over him.
"Third Prince, your injuries haven't healed yet, please don't move around too much," the maid said.
“It’s nothing, such an injury is nothing out of the ordinary for me,” Chunyu Yang said softly. “Now that I’m alright, I can’t stay here any longer. Farewell.”
The young lady of the Marquis's mansion is still unmarried, and it would be highly inappropriate for him to remain here. Moreover…
Recalling the scene of losing control last night, he twitched his fingertips slightly and stood up again, trying to walk in the direction the maid had just entered. But before he could take two steps, his hem was pulled back.
"Where do you want to go?" She spoke with a hint of dazedness, as if she had just woken from a dream, making one want to turn around and see what she looked like. He really wanted to do that, but he only slightly raised his eyelids before a piercing pain shot through him.
Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes again, Chunyu Yang calmly said, "Leave."
"Your Highness's eyes are still not healed. Where can he go after leaving?" She seemed to have regained some clarity and stood up. "Lingyi, how is the blood-tonifying prescription I asked you to prepare coming along?"
The maid replied, "Miss, it's ready and has been kept warm on the stove."
"Bring it here and let the prince drink it."
"Yes."
Chunyu Yang frowned slightly, and heard her say again, "Third Prince, since you didn't let me escort you back to the palace last night, it's because you didn't want anyone to know about what you've been through, right? If Your Highness trusts me, why don't you stay here and rest to recover before leaving?"
Chunyu Yang understood her unspoken meaning and asked, "Do you have a way to cure my eyes?"
Ye Pianran replied, "I don't know if it's feasible or not, but if we don't try, we'll have no hope left."
Chunyu Yang asked, "Aren't you afraid?"
Ye Pianran seemed a little puzzled: "What are you afraid of?"
She had been sexually assaulted by him just last night, yet now she seemed to have forgotten everything. It was unclear whether she trusted him too much, or if she truly cared nothing for her reputation. Would she have intervened in the same way if it were anyone else?
He didn't speak, but she suddenly understood what he meant. She smiled slightly and said, "Your Highness, you have saved my life twice. Even if I had to repay you with my life, I could never repay you in this lifetime. Besides, I am now a doctor. In my eyes, Your Highness is just a patient who needs treatment. What do I have to fear?"
Recalling the story she had told him the night before, he couldn't help but chuckle. In the end, he didn't insist and nodded, saying, "Then I'll do as you say."
Ye Pianran breathed a sigh of relief and gently helped him back to sit on the couch. At this moment, Lingyi returned with a bowl of dark, murky medicine. Smelling the strong medicinal odor, Chunyu Yang paused and asked, "Is it absolutely necessary to drink it?"
"This is a prescription to replenish qi and blood. His Highness lost too much blood last night, so it must be replenished," Ye Pianran said. She watched as Chunyu Yang frowned, tilted his head back, and drank the bowl of medicine in one gulp, and a thought suddenly struck her.
The Third Prince... could it be that he's afraid of hardship? That's why he...
Caught off guard by the memory of last night, Ye Pianran's cheeks flushed, and her heart skipped a beat. She took out a candied date and placed it in his palm, forcing herself to remain calm, and said, "These are candied dates I made myself. They're good for health. The young prince liked them very much when he came last time. Why don't you try some, Your Highness?"
Unaware of what she was thinking, Chunyu Yang gave a soft "hmm" and put the candied date in his palm into his mouth. The sweet but not cloying taste spread from the tip of his tongue, immediately filling his entire mouth. Within that sweetness, there was also a faint floral fragrance, much like the unforgettable taste he had experienced in her mouth.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly felt thirsty again. This thirst wasn't the dryness of a parched throat, but rather the thirst of someone who had been traveling for a long time in the desert and was about to die from lack of water. Every part of his body seemed to be screaming for help.
He wasn't a person lacking self-control; quite the opposite, his self-control was terrifyingly strong. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to seriously injure his attacker and escape after being ambushed. He was clearly an extremely patient person, so why was he repeatedly on the verge of losing control in this small room?
He had only been gone for a quarter of an hour when he agreed to stay, but he was already starting to doubt whether his decision was right.