Chapter 120: Finding About The Pregnancy Smooth Pulse.
How To Survive as a Villain
Yan HeQing walked towards the village exit step by step, like a living corpse; his eyes were blank, and his limbs were stiff. He wasnât thinking about anything. Better to say, he didnât dare to think of anything. His body felt extremely cold, and his wounds began to hurt faintly.
The place that hurt the most was his back. It was where heâd gotten hurt, when he tried to block the falling tree trunk that was close to hitting Xiao YuAn.
He must have bruised his internal organs at that time, otherwise, why would he be feeling pain all over his body? And while he was immersing himself in depresion, Yan HeQing couldnât take another step because he felt a dull pain spread from his chest to his limbs.
He held the wall beside him with one hand, and grasped his chest with the other. The pain spread up and down his whole body, until finally, it jumped right to his throat. Yan HeQing then gurgled out a mouthful of blood.
The scarlet liquid slipped from the corners of his mouth in droplets, staining his clothes, and hitting the ground. Yan HeQing tried to calm himself and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth, when suddenly, he felt another dull pain coming from his chest. Just before he could swallow the blood, it was spat out again, followed by his eyes losing focus, and his ears were ringing, making him feel dizzy.
There were unknown passersby yelling around him, but Yan HeQing couldnât hear anything clearly, so he just fell straight to the ground.
However, his body didnât knock on the cold ground, instead, he fell into a warm embrace.
Just like that day at the Palace of the Northern Kingdom, where the wind was howling and he was dressed in thin clothes, kneeling in the cold courtyard for almost the whole night. When he finally couldnât hold up anymore, he collapsed into a warm, recognizable embrace. From then on, time passed by; his brows frowned in anger and his heart felt disturbed. He knew he was suffering from a heartache, but there was no way this could be cured.
Inside a wing room of Xiao YuAnâs residence, Zhang Changsong sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his white beard and checking the pulse of the person lying on the bed with a thoughtful appearance.
On the bed, Yan HeQing was covered with a thin blanket. His lips were pale, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were closed; looking as if he had been unconscious for a long time.
Xiao YuAn stood aside, not daring to breathe.
âWellâ¦.â Zhang Changsong murmured, but then fell silent again.
Xiao YuAn couldnât help but say: âShifu, what are you doing?! Itâs not like heâs pregnant, so what is taking you so long when checking his pulse?â
Zhang Changsong glared at him: âWatch your wordsâ¦..â
Xiao YuAn shouted: âWhat?? Smooth pulse1?? Is he really pregnant?!â
Zhang Changsong choked and almost spat out some blood, then he fiercely raged at him: âIâm telling you to not talk so much! Who the hell told you that a smooth pulse means that someoneâs pregnant? Look at you, so full of life. If I check your pulse, of course it will be a smooth pulse!â
Xiao YuAn said: âSmooth, smooth, smooth. Shifu is right about everything, and I believe in Shifu when he says that I must be pregnant.â
Zhang Changsong didnât even bother to mind Xiao YuAnâs antics. He just touched his beard, withdrew his hand from Yan HeQingâs pulse, and after a sigh, he said: âThis manâs memories are stored in his heart, where his spirit has a place to return to. His vital energy stays, but it doesnât work right, causing him to Qi deviate.â
Xiao YuAn made an âeerrrâ sound, blinked his eyes, and then said: ââ¦.. So, is he still pregnant?!â
Zhang Changsong was so angry that he hit Xiao YuAn with his medical book: âGet out of here and copy this ten times!â
Xiao YuAn caught the medical book and replied: âIâll copy, Iâll copy, Iâll copy. So, Shifu, what happened to him?â
Zhang Changsong looked at him from the side of his eye: âThereâs no way heâll die. The wounds on his body have almost healed, so his coma wasnât caused by internal injuries. Just now, when I took his pulse, there was a faint tendency to sink, so he must have been depressed for a long time now. I couldnât miss it. Therefore, his spleen and lungs were already suffering from some hidden illnesses, and since he also injured his lungs from a collision, thatâs what caused him to vomit blood. Iâll write you a prescription, so go to my place and bring the medicine.â
âHow long has he been depressed? In the original book, Yan HeQing was understandably depressed due to Princess Yongningâs death. However, what could Yan HeQing be depressed about? Increasing his harem should make him happy, right?â
âYes, thank you Shifu.â Xiao YuAn sent Zhang Changsong back to the medical shop, and grabbed the medicine according to the prescription Zhang Changsong had given to him. He wanted to go to the back hall and say hello to Zhang Baizhu, but who he saw wasnât Zhang Baizhu, instead it was Lin Shenling decocting the medicine.
Lin Shenling was waving the big palm-leaf fan in her hand, opening the porcelain lid of the pot from time to time to check on the boiling medicine. She coughed because of the burning charcoal, but she was incredibly patient. When she heard the sound of footsteps, Lin Shenling turned her head only to see it was Xiao YuAn who walked in, and said: âXiao-gongzi? Are you looking for Baizhu? He went up the mountain to collect medicinal herbs, heâs not here right now!â
Xiao YuAn was slightly startled with the way Lin Shenling addressed Zhang Baizhu, and asked: âWhy are you here?â
âOh, didnât Mrs. Zhang from East street caught a cold yesterday? Thereâs no one in her family who can take care of her, so Baizhu asked me to decoct cold medicine for her!â Lin Shenling replied.
Xiao YuAn began to feel that something wasnât right, but he couldnât guess it, so he had to ask: âItâs almost time for dinner, are you going back home?â
âIâm not going back. Iâve already told Third Aunt that Iâll take care of Zhang-daifu, since his waist hasnât healed yet, Iâll cook dinner for him! Iâll come back after dinner.â Lin Shenling replied.
Xiao YuAn nodded, but his heart felt hesitant.
Why does it feel like there was a sense of mutual recognition between the three members of this mysterious and harmonious family?
Xiao YuAn was still thinking over this matter when he heard Lin Shenling calling him in a low voice: âXiao-gongzi, before when I called you husbandâ¦. Iâ¦.â
Xiao YuAn repeatedly waved hand: âThatâs because you misunderstood what I meant! It was a misunderstanding, a great misunderstanding!â
Lin Shenling replied with a soft tone of voice: âI was the one who was foolish.â
Xiao YuAn said: âJustâ¦. letâs just forget about it, alright? And remember to not come back home too late.â
After they said their goodbyes, Xiao YuAn returned to his residence with the medicine. When he arrived, he saw that Third Aunt was waving a letter in her hand as she said: âYuAn, YuAn! Look, itâs a letter from LiuAn.â
Xiao YuAn took the letter and read it carefully, then Third Aunt asked: âHow is Chunguiâs illness?â
Xiao YuAn replied: âThe letter says that Chunguiâs illness needs some time to get cured, so he wonât be able to return for a while. Fengyue entrusted him under the care of that divine physician.â
Third Aunt asked again: âThen what about LiuAn and Fengyue?â
Xiao YuAn said with a playful smile: âThey went on their honeymoon.â
Third Aunt was confused: âOn a honeymoon? What honeymoon?â
Xiao YuAn grinned: âNothing, itâs nothing. In short, theyâre all very good. Ah, by the way, Third Aunt, did the man in the wing room wake up?â
Third Aunt shook her head: âHe hasnât woken up yet.â
Xiao YuAnâs face wasnât smiling anymore. Instead, he looked very worried.
Third Aunt looked at the sudden change on his face, and said: âDonât worry, come on, letâs go eat dinner. Are you hungry? The table is all set!â
When Xiao YuAn didnât answer, and instead, looked back at the direction of the wing room, Third Aunt grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the dining room.
Ahhh poor YHQ (´ï¼Ð´ï¼)?
And XYA joking around to not show that heâs worried for YHQâs life (or perhaps he doesnât want to think and tries to calm himself?)