After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 36

Jiang Suizhou was alarmed and immediately asked, "What’s wrong with you?"

Jiang Suizhou saw Huo Wujiu raising his hand and rubbing his forehead. He seemed a little disoriented by the pain.

His hand was also shaking.

Jiang Suizhou had never seen Huo Wujiu like this before, not even when he came out of the prison, feverish and with his wounds still inflamed.

"Where are you hurting? I'll ask Meng Qianshan to fetch the doctor!"

Huo Wujiu just shook his head.

"I’m fine. It’s raining, which makes my legs uncomfortable."

He didn't seem to know how wretched he looked at this point, and still stubbornly strained to speak.

"My medicine fell on the floor; just help me pick it up," he said.

When Jiang Suizhou heard him say medicine, he hurriedly bent down to pick it up for him. A small medicine bottle fell to the ground two steps away. The material was plain but especially sturdy, so it did not break.

Jiang Suizhou handed the medicine to him.

He watched as Huo Wujiu tremblingly and slowly poured one out, put it in his mouth and swallowed it. Then, he stuffed the medicine bottle into his arms and laid down with his eyes closed.

It looked like he was going to go back to sleep.

Jiang Suizhou was stunned and asked, "What is this medicine for?"

According to the normal course of events before Huo Wujiu’s capture, he couldn’t have possibly known that his legs would be crippled. How could he have brought leg curing medicine with him?

Huo Wujiu frowned and opened his eyes again.

Although he was dizzy with pain this time, and his eyes were blurry to the point where he could not even feel his body shaking, he knew the cause of his leg pain.

His meridians were damaged, so when it rained on a cloudy day, this kind of pain was naturally indispensable, not to mention the humid and rainy Southern Jing. This pain was not life-threatening, just a little trying to endure. There was no doubt that when the rain stopped, he would naturally feel better.

"A kind of medicine that keeps people from dying." Hearing Jiang Suizhou ask him anxiously at the side, as if he had encountered something serious, the corners of Huo Wujiu’s lips curled up. Huo Wujiu’s voice was hoarse, mixed with a touch of nonchalance.

Huo Wujiu hadn't felt anything yet, but why did King Jing get so scared that his hair stood on ends?

Hearing his reply, Jiang Suizhou's eyes widened.

You're in such pain, yet you're still taking medication indiscriminately?

It's obvious that you think you’ve lived long enough!

"Nonsense!" Jiang Suizhou blurted out, turned around and hurriedly went outside.

"Meng Qianshan!"

Huo Wujiu sat crookedly on the couch. His ears were buzzing, and he vaguely heard Jiang Suizhou's anxious voice. Tch, this was a trivial matter for him to be causing such a fuss about.

“You’re making a fuss over nothing.”

Huo Wujiu grunted impatiently. However, he could not control the corners of his lips, which wanted to curl upwards.

Lights were lit up all over Anyin Hall, bringing a melting warmth in the midst of the cold rain.

The mansion doctor, Zhou, listened to Huo Wujiu’s pulse and examined his injury carefully. After a long time, he stood up.

"How is he?" Jiang Suizhou asked beside him.

Doctor Zhou bowed to him and answered, "Your Highness, Madam’s symptoms are what were left behind by his damaged meridians. Whenever it is cold and rainy or snowy, the pain will be excruciating."

Jiang Suizhou frowned: "Is there any cure?"

Doctor Zhou shook his head.

"There is no other way, unless Madam's meridians are restored to their previous state…But, the meridians on Madam's legs are completely damaged. It is truly incurable."

Jiang Suizhou frowned deeper and deeper.

He naturally knew that Huo Wujiu's legs could be cured, but the doctor in his mansion didn't have the ability to do so. He originally thought that it would be enough to wait for the doctor who could cure Huo Wujiu's leg to appear three years later, but he never thought that these three years would be so difficult for Huo Wujiu.

A mere rain had already rendered Huo Wujiu this tortured. The air in Lin'an was humid, and it always rained. Wouldn't Huo Wujiu suffer three years of punishment in a row?

Jiang Suizhou didn't say anything for a while.

Doctor Zhou carefully observed his expression and said, "However, if you wrap Madam’s legs with the bedding and a bed warmer1, it will more or less relieve his pain."

As soon as Jiang Suizhou heard this, he quickly instructed Meng Qianshan, "Why don't you go and prepare it?"

Meng Qianshan hurriedly answered and directed the maids to get busy.

Doctor Zhou excused himself, and soon after, the maids brought a heavy quilt over and covered Huo Wujiu's legs.

Jiang Suizhou asked, "Do you feel any better?"

Huo Wujiu sat on the couch and stared at Jiang Suizhou.

King Jing was still wearing his pajamas. He just put on an outer garment and sat on the chair in front of his couch.

It was late at night, and he was obviously not in good spirits. He looked exhausted, and his complexion was not good. Perhaps because he was sensitive to the cold, Meng Qianshan also gave Jiang Suizhou a hand warmer to warm his hands. He was now unconsciously squeezing the warm fluffy thing in his hand, frowning at him.

Huo Wujiu really didn’t feel if the quilt had any use...He only felt a pressing panic.

Since his legs were disabled, his meridians were not very smooth. His legs were often cold, and even if covered with a quilt, it was difficult to warm them back. Moreover, the dampness was pervasive. If it could penetrate even his flesh, the brocade cotton meant nothing. However, he seemed reluctant to see King Jing disappointed. Although he felt it was useless deep inside, he perfunctorily said, "Better."

Sure enough, Jiang Suizhou’s fox-like eyes lit up.

Immediately afterwards, King Jing seemed to have realized what he was holding in his hand and looked down at the warm fluffy hand warmer.

It was white and made of rabbit fur. It was soft, akin to holding a rabbit.

Huo Wujiu watched as King Jing carefully lifted his quilt and placed the white, rabbit-like hand warmer onto his lap.

Then, he paused, as if he thought of something else.

The next moment, a hot hand that had been warmly heated by the hand warmer was placed on his leg and the warmth was felt through his thin layer of Huo Wujiu’s pants. Then Jiang Suizhou rubbed up and down slowly and clumsily, and slowly massaged his legs a few more times.

“This...Is this better?”

Huo Wujiu heard King Jing ask.

Huo Wujiu couldn't answer him for a while.

Although his legs were crippled, they weren’t without senses.

Huo Wujiu couldn't perceive whether he was feeling better. He just felt an electric current rushing up from there and numbing half of his body.

Footnote:

1 Tang Po/bed warmer - a copper round pot filled with hot water and placed in the bed to increase the temperature