Feng Yexuan's injuries were more severe than Chu Qianli had imagined.
His back, both arms, and even his legs were covered in wounds inflicted by the wolves.
Several of them were long and deep.
He was somewhat weak from excessive blood loss.
After Chu Qianli found a cave, she immediately began to clean his wounds.
His entire body was covered in injuries, and for a moment, she didn't know where to start.
"Fourth Imperial Brother, can you... change into a pair of shorts yourself? Very short... the very short kind."
She had bought two vacuum-sealed... briefs that could be worn immediately.
He had wounds on his thighs that needed urgent attention, and ancient undergarments were too troublesome.
Moreover, his clothes had already been torn to shreds by the wolves and were no longer wearable.
Feng Yexuan, who had closed his eyes, opened them and glanced at her indifferently, without speaking.
But she knew he had agreed to change his pants.
She immediately took out one of them and, with a bit of hesitation and awkwardness, offered it to him.
Feng Yexuan grabbed the shorts, and as soon as he looked at them, his expression instantly changed.
"You dead woman..."
"I didn't mean to take advantage of you, but I can only treat your wounds properly if you wear these kinds of pants."
Chu Qianli's face was flushed, but Feng Yexuan's face also seemed less than at ease.
She had already cleaned the scars from his face.
When his face reappeared clearly in her sight, Chu Qianli couldn't lie to herself; he was truly too handsome!
But he was so weak now, no matter how handsome he was, she couldn't stare.
"Fourth Imperial Brother, you really need to change quickly, or you'll bleed out."
She turned away, not looking at him.
"Also, it would be best if you could take off your clothes yourself. You're too heavy, and it's a bit strenuous for me to help you undress."
The man behind her hesitated.
These triangular shorts made one's face blush with embarrassment.
This tailor had cut corners! How could anyone wear them with any sense of decency?
"Fourth Imperial Brother, hurry up!"
Chu Qianli was genuinely worried, as the wounds on his body were still bleeding profusely.
"Aren't you embarrassed?"
"Where have you not seen my body before? Why would I be embarrassed?"
Feng Yexuan took a deep breath and then, enduring the pain, tore off his clothes.
But after putting on the triangular shorts, he was completely stunned.
These lines, these contours... which scoundrel tailor had made them? They were simply indecent!
"Fourth Imperial Brother, are you done?" Since there was no movement from behind, Chu Qianli anxiously asked, "Fourth Imperial Brother..."
He still didn't speak, staring at his shorts, his face turning red.
Chu Qianli grew a little flustered: "Fourth Imperial Brother, are you alright? Did you faint? Fourth Imperial Brother... I'm turning around!"
He showed no reaction at all, and Chu Qianli was truly afraid. What if he fainted from blood loss?
To her surprise, when she turned around, she saw him staring at her...
Her small face instantly turned red.
Feng Yexuan was no better; his face seemed to be stained with blood.
"...Pervert."
"I'm not..." She was a doctor!
Forget it! The situation was urgent; they couldn't waste any more time.
"Fourth Imperial Brother, lie down. I need to treat your wounds."
There were many wounds on his back. Fortunately, the wound on his chest wasn't serious. There were many wounds on his legs, but they had to treat his back first.
Feng Yexuan seemed to have found a way out upon hearing this and immediately flipped over to lie on his stomach.
The sudden movement pulled at his wounds, causing his scalp to tingle with pain.
Some of the wounds had torn flesh.
"Be careful!" Chu Qianli felt his pain just watching.
But this man, even with torn flesh, only frowned and didn't even groan, as if he had no pain receptors.
His willpower was too strong.
"Fourth Imperial Brother, shall I give you some anesthetic? With so many large wounds, it will be agonizing to disinfect, apply medicine, and bandage them like this."
"No need." He remembered her saying that anesthesia would cause a person to lose consciousness, and if it were general anesthesia, they would lose consciousness and fall asleep directly.
He couldn't sleep now.
Those Fusang assassins could catch up at any moment.
Chu Qianli could only brace herself and begin cleaning his wounds.
Fortunately, most of the wounds were on his back. Otherwise, dressed like this... it would indeed be quite embarrassing.
In ancient times, this would have completely crossed the boundary between men and women, right?
No, no, she was a modern person, and also a doctor.
When performing surgery, how could she care if the patient was male or female, clothed or naked?
Don't think about it; thinking too much is useless...
...
That night, Feng Wuya felt a sense of unease.
Late at night, there was a stifled feeling in his chest that he couldn't dispel.
In a bad mood, he took out the harmonica Chu Qianli had given him and went to the lakeside pavilion to play.
Tie Xin stood guard outside.
The king's music tonight was restless, carrying a faint anxiety.
Even Tie Xin, who didn't understand music, could tell.
The figure sitting under the lakeside pavilion, with silver hair gently blowing in the wind, who could escape his clean and captivating aura?
Wei Qiong had been watching from not far away for a long time.
The melody was somewhat ethereal, as if something was drifting in the depths of his heart, never settling.
"General Wei?" Tie Xin finally noticed her presence.
This call disturbed the white-robed man under the pavilion.
Feng Wuya put away the harmonica, losing all desire to play.
Wei Qiong nodded to Tie Xin and slowly walked towards the pavilion.
"Your Highness, it's so late, why aren't you resting?"
Actually, it wasn't that late, but Feng Wuya's health was poor, and he should have gone to bed early.
Feng Wuya merely nodded indifferently, not replying.
When he didn't want to speak, even a single word would seem superfluous.
However, Wei Qiong still understood his concern.
"Is Your Highness worried about Miss Chu?" Wei Qiong asked.
Feng Wuya still only nodded.
"If one travels quickly from here to Langya Peak, it will take at most five days to return."
Of course, this was assuming a smooth journey, including rest stops.
"Your Highness will be able to see Miss Chu in five days, so there's no need to worry too much."
Feng Wuya did not seem inclined to chat with her.
But Wei Qiong, looking at Feng Wuya, was reluctant to send him back to rest just yet.
No wonder both His Majesty and the First Princess cared so much about him.
This man was ethereally beautiful, yet clean and pure.
His eyes were devoid of wind and waves, as if he desired nothing.
Wei Qiong could imagine that even if the most precious treasure in the world were placed before him, he probably wouldn't even lift an eyelid.
He appeared gentle and mild, yet exuded a distant coldness.
In reality, he was not easy to get along with, because he didn't want to get along with you.
Feng Wuya was indeed about to take his leave, but before he could speak, Wei Qiong preempted him, "Last night, I chatted with Miss Chu about you. Would you like to hear about it?"