The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 182 - : Wound Debridement

As a medical enthusiast, meeting a fellow great practitioner was something he had long yearned for with great pleasure!

Sang Yan, upon hearing this, paused to think for a moment, then turned to ask Pei Muyang: “How much longer before we reach Quanzhou?”

Pei Muyang replied seriously: “Answering the Empress, it should be about ten more days before we arrive in Quanzhou.”

“Speed up!”

Sang Yan ordered solemnly: “The Emperor’s worsening condition must not be leaked.”

Indeed, the people on this ship were all from He Country, and almost all were soldiers, but for safety’s sake, the fewer people knew about this, the better.

“Yes!”

Pei Muyang took the order, rushing to give instructions.

Liang Xin also went to prepare the materials needed for treating the wounds.

Only Sang Yan and He Ying were left in the room.

When Sang Yan was giving orders just now, He Ying only watched her with a smile, not interrupting.

When they left, he teased with a smile, “Ah Yan, you are becoming more and more like the Empress.”

“You still laugh!”

Sang Yan couldn’t help getting angry, but tears fell first.

“Why did you have to cover for me? It’s my fault, I should have reminded you.”

She somewhat guessed He Ying’s thoughts—he was afraid others would think she wasn’t fulfilling the Empress’s responsibilities, so he intentionally took the blame for forgetting to seek the antidote upon himself.

Hmph, did he think she couldn’t hear it?

He Ying chuckled at her question, pulling her into his arms and softly saying, “You’ve misunderstood; I didn’t cover for you, and everything I said was true. Besides, even if you truly forgot to remind me, what of it? Ah Yan, I won’t let anyone gossip about your faults.”

These words, coming from anyone else, Sang Yan wouldn’t have believed, but from He Ying’s mouth, she believed without a doubt.

“Why are you so good to me? Xinyuan, you really are wonderful.”

She was a woman with a husband-killing fate, but he never despised her.

He Ying, hearing her question, was made to laugh by her.

He looked at her tenderly, holding her hand, kissing the back of her hand, his eyes fiery, as if burning into her heart.

Sang Yan felt as if her heart had been seared.

“Of course, I’m good. Otherwise, why would heaven have sent you to me?”

His tone was smug.

As if he had received some rare treasure.

Sang Yan could always feel his overflowing love.

Such a man made her addicted, unable to extricate herself.

“Mhm. I’m good too. That’s why heaven sent you to me.”

She mimicked his words and then leaned in to kiss his Adam’s apple.

She had longed to do so for quite a while.

He Ying shuddered from her kiss, then a tingling sensation spread from his throat throughout his body.

What kind of feeling was that?

If he could describe it, it would probably be like electricity coursing through him.

“Don’t—”

He dodged her kiss, his breath slightly heavy: “Ah Yan, don’t start a fire. I really can’t take this from you right now.”

Sang Yan: “…”

She hadn’t meant anything by it.

“It’s your own thoughts that aren’t clean.”

She teased him with a chiding smile.

He Ying nodded, admitting: “You’re right, my thoughts aren’t clean. When you get close to me, it becomes hard for me to control myself.”

He was in his prime, full of passion, and after being apart for so long, he couldn’t get enough of her.

If not for the fact that his body was injured and indulgences were not suitable, he would have done everything he wanted to do as soon as he boarded the ship.

Before she went missing, they were supposed to have a grand wedding.

“Alright. Ah Yan, kiss me again.”

He wanted to experience that soul-trembling feeling once more.

He was a little addicted.

He was both longing and a bit nervous.

It was an uncharted territory for him, waiting for him to take her and explore.

Seeing this, Sang Yan couldn’t help but chuckle, “Not afraid anymore?”

“Even if I’m afraid, I still long for it.”

His forehead pressed against hers, he murmured lowly, “Ah Yan, you don’t know how much I love you.”

His tone wasn’t like a confession, but rather heavy and helpless, “The first time I saw you, I liked you, I knew it was destined.”

Sang Yan thought what he said was incredibly mystifying.

Does it mean that just because she’s a time-traveling woman, she must fall in love with this Emperor upon arriving here?

“Kiss me again.”

He was getting a bit clingy.

Sang Yan teased him, “If you don’t take good care, cherish yourself, I won’t kiss—”

Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were dominated by his kiss.

She forgot this man was a wolf, not a lamb.

“Cough cough—”

Liang Xin stood outside the door, looking at the two on the bed entwined in passion, and coughed twice to break their intimacy.

Heaven, this was not the time to be doing that!

“Emperor, Lady—”

Liang Xin saw the two separate and quickly walked in, setting up the surgical tools while speaking in a casual tone, “Lady, the Emperor currently has severe loss of vital essence and must focus on rest and tranquility.”

In other words: You two should stay apart and restrain yourselves for a while!

Sang Yan’s face blushed instantly as she shot He Ying an annoyed glance.

He Ying smiled and gently rubbed her lips, as if not yet satisfied, his gaze profound and carrying that teasing flame.

Sang Yan dared not keep looking and hurriedly shifted her gaze to Liang Xin, who was busy at work.

Liang Xin took a tray from the hands of a palace maid.

The tray held a layer of white cloth.

On the white cloth was an intimidating array of small knives, with various sizes that sent a chill down one’s spine.

Thinking of the pain He Ying was about to endure, her anger turned into heartache.

“Be gentle.”

“…Lady, I haven’t started yet.”

Liang Xin found the sight of the wound cleaning to be cruel and blood-soaked, and after a moment’s thought, suggested, “Lady, perhaps you should step aside.”

He was afraid of frightening her and also didn’t want her to interfere with him.

After all, a little eunuch who had seen the wound cleaning before was so frightened that he went into shock.

“Right, just step outside, walk around or enjoy the seascape for a moment, it’ll only take a quarter of an hour and I’ll be done here.”

He Ying also didn’t want her present, unwilling to see her shed another tear.

She had just awakened, her body hadn’t recovered yet, she couldn’t be upset.

But Sang Yan’s gaze was resolute, “No. I want to stay with you.”

She sat beside him, grasping his hand, “It’s going to hurt a lot later. If you can’t bear it, just squeeze my hand.”

He Ying saw her determined stance that no one could sway, and felt warmth in his heart, so he didn’t refuse any longer. Instead, he held on to her hand, fingers interlaced with hers.

“Imperial Physician Liang, you may begin. If she wants to stay, let her.”

“Yes.”

Liang Xin, seeing the Emperor gave the order, did not insist any further and began to clean the wound.

Even though Sang Yan was mentally prepared, when Liang Xin actually started, it was still hard to accept.

In this era, there was no anesthesia, and He Ying had to endure the pain of the wound cleaning raw.

The gleaming knife plunged abruptly into his wound.

The blood that flowed out was not red, but was tinged with black.

Even the flesh carved out was discolored black.

This poison was indeed domineering; the internal damage was worse than it appeared on the surface.

He Ying’s face lost all color, and cold sweat poured down like rain.

He bit down on a handkerchief in agony.

His grip on Sang Yan’s hand involuntarily tightened.

It was too painful.

The pain was so intense that his fingers clenched and nearly broke Sang Yan’s hand.

Sang Yan held back the pain, fighting back tears, silent, bowing her head to kiss his Adam’s apple…