Chapter 113 Contact (5)
Dongfang Yan had never thought that Zhao Ziheng would use such words to provoke him at this time. The hand holding the sword was shaking, clearly revealing the anger in his heart. Despite this, he still endured Zhao Ziheng's provocation; Dongfang Yan knew very well that even if Zhao Ziheng was seriously injured, no one would embarrass him, and he could completely escape unscathed, because according to Zhao Ziheng's words, as long as Zhao Ziheng was still alive, then he really had nothing to worry about. I don't know why he believed it so much; at the same time, Dongfang Yan could completely inflict the pain of losing his daughter on him as Zhao Ziheng said. The previous provocation could be said to be completely due to instinct, but this time, Dongfang Yan unexpectedly controlled the impulse, not because of Zhao Ziheng's blood-soaked wound, but because of the deep and calm look in Zhao Ziheng's eyes.
A faint smell of blood permeated the air, which was almost suffocating and made it difficult to breathe.
Suddenly, the sound of weapons falling to the ground brought everyone back to their senses. Wang Ye also opened his eyes. Zhao Ziheng stood there motionless. Dongfang Yan lowered his sword-holding hand, his eyes wandering. He opened his mouth but could not utter a single syllable...
After the conversation with Dongfang Yan, Zhao Ziheng was immediately sent back to the Imperial Dragon Palace by his ministers and Wang Ye. Of course, the only one left was Wang Ye, who was skilled in medicine. When Xiuying saw the wound on Zhao Ziheng's left shoulder, she felt like she was about to stop breathing. When Zhao Ziheng's wound was exposed to the air, Wang Ye and Xiuying took a deep breath at the same time...
“How, how could this happen???”
Xiuying's voice was trembling. She couldn't bear to look at the wound. She covered her mouth and staggered back unsteadily. It was obvious that she couldn't bear what she saw. Wang Ye said nothing and focused on treating the wound from which red liquid continued to flow. Zhao Ziheng looked at Yinyin lying on the bed without saying a word, as if he was not the one injured.
It cannot be said that Xiuying lost her mind because Zhao Ziheng's wounds were too shocking. The wound on his chest, which had never healed, had turned black, and the new wound was right on top of the old one, as if the old wound that had not healed was torn apart alive.
"Brother Ye, Brother Ye..."
Xiuying almost lost the ability to speak, and tried to ask the reason incoherently.
“Be quiet, Sooyoung.”
Wang Ye's surprisingly calm voice effectively stopped Xiuying's panic. He did not slack off in his actions and carefully sewed up Zhao Ziheng's wound. Although Dongfang Yan's stab was not deep, it still caused the old wound to split open, so so much blood was shed. But no one knew about it at the time except Wang Ye. Wang Ye was already worried that Zhao Ziheng's wound would never heal, and the possibility of the old wound was not optimistic. Even though Zhao Ziheng looked calm on the surface, at least from the beads of sweat of varying sizes on his forehead, it was known that he was just enduring it silently.
In fact, Wang Ye knew Zhao Ziheng's plan from the moment he found out that he was going to take the sword , and he also knew that Dongfang Yan would definitely take action. He didn't want to see Zhao Ziheng get hurt because of this, so he closed his eyes, but he never expected that Dongfang Yan's sword would hit Zhao Ziheng's old wound squarely, but at that time he could only force himself to stop him; if it was just an ordinary person, if that person was not the King of Refining, then Wang Ye knew that he would probably not be able to control the urge to kill that person. He knew the consequences of Zhao Ziheng's worsening injuries better than anyone else, even so, he still forced himself to hold back.
The apparent calmness and the panic in his heart formed a sharp contrast, but Wang Ye still knew that he needed to be calm at this moment and focus on treating Zhao Ziheng's reopened wound; although he knew that even if the wound was treated, it would not change the facts, he still focused on it. If he didn't do so, he would not be able to stop thinking about other things, so now he could only focus all his energy on Zhao Ziheng.
After a long time, the lights in the room were on, but Wang Ye still did not stop working. Xiuying only came back to her senses after losing consciousness at the beginning, and she could not remember how many times she changed the water and the bloodstained cloth. Although it was not the first time, Xiuying still found that Wang Ye was more careful and focused than before. What did this mean? Xiuying did not dare to guess vaguely, so she remained silent from beginning to end, concentrating on helping Wang Ye.
Zhao Ziheng didn't care how much time had passed since Wang Ye started to treat him. Although he felt the stinging pain in the wound, his consciousness was clearer than he thought. The important thing was that he didn't care; because he had already focused all his attention on Yin Yin. For him, as long as he looked at Yin Yin, he would not feel any pain, and he was even numb to the superficial pain. It can be seen that for Zhao Ziheng, the real pain was not the visible injury, but the spiritual injury in his heart, and vice versa. As long as his heart no longer hurt, he would not feel any pain at all, as long as he was under the strong "drug effect".
"alright."
Wang Ye's voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Zhao Ziheng came back to his senses. He turned around and found that the wound had already been bandaged.
"Be careful not to make too big of a move. This isn't the first time. If it cracks again, there's no guarantee you'll need to consider the worst-case scenario."
"Um."
Zhao Ziheng just responded lightly, his reaction was still indifferent, as if he took Wang Ye's instructions lightly, and then casually put on his half-worn clothes.
" Xiuying , go prepare the medicine and the meals."
"Um."
Wang Ye knew that no matter how much he said, Zhao Ziheng would have the same reaction, so he stopped talking and let things continue as usual. He told Xiuying to do what she should do, of course not because he was worried that Xiuying would hear what they said next.
