Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

On the day of returning home, the old palace doctor who had already received the news was waiting at Jinchen's Xianxia Ting.

All the wounds on his body had to be treated again. Yajiu lay flat on the bed, with only a white cloth covering his abdomen, and almost no healthy skin on his body.

Yajiu didn't feel anything about being naked, nor did he care about the court doctor stirring the rotten flesh on the bloody scar. These were all common occurrences for him.

But I just don’t want to be seen by my master.

Yajiu has never forgotten that his master said that he picked him up because he thought he was good-looking.

If someone saw so many ugly scars on my body, my master might think it was ugly.

"master……"

Yajiu begged in a low voice, his hands trembling as he pulled at the corner of Jinchen's clothes, looking pitiful.

"Go out and don't look." His voice was so soft, like a cat scratching, without any of the majesty of the number one killer.

Jin Chen, who was sitting next to him, widened his eyes and asked, "Why not!"

He held Yajiu's hand tightly with his backhand and squeezed it with dissatisfaction, "You are my son, why can't I see it?"

is not what it means……

Yajiu sighed softly, his master always said things that could be misunderstood.

It was obvious that he was just a servant who would protect his master in the future, and he dared not even think of anything else.

"This wound is too deep. I'm afraid you need to take medicine first, otherwise you will suffer even more." The old doctor felt sorry for the patient. He had been practicing medicine for his entire life, and even if he had treated wounds for soldiers on the battlefield before, none of them were this serious.

Jinchen: "He was poisoned, the drugs will conflict with him."

He knew that the old man was talking about grass juice similar to anesthetics, which contained poison that would not have any effect on the body. After drinking it, it would temporarily numb the body's pain sensation, but it was a taboo to use medicine when poisoned, because any poison would conflict with the medicine.

"Ah... then, I will just have to take action directly."

The old doctor still had the scraper in his hand, and he shook it with some reluctance.

Jinchen couldn't bear to look at it any further, and was also worried that Yajiu would feel even more uncomfortable seeing the rotten flesh and wounds, so he frowned and covered Yajiu's eyes with his hands.

"It'll be fine soon."

Yajiu's body turned pale and he couldn't help but tremble slightly. Even if he could endure the pain, he couldn't resist the sharpness of the scraper.

He could even feel the flesh on his abdomen being cut off piece by piece, as if his entire body was being cut open and exposed alive to others.

Jinchen held Yajiu's other hand and quietly transferred his spiritual power, hoping that it would have some effect.

Yajiu's trembling became more and more intense. Jinchen could only free his hands to press his body. He pulled his hands from his eyes away, but they were instantly grabbed by Yajiu. He begged in a broken voice, "No..."

He groaned from his throat and stared at Jinchen blankly, "Master... won't leave."

"I do not go."

"Be good and don't move."

Jinchen followed Yajiu's strength and held his face again, stroking his cheeks soaked with cold sweat with his fingertips again and again.

After the previous treatment was completed, the pain started again when I wrapped it with the medicine cloth.

When they reached the back, the old doctor also stopped to rest. He wanted to help Yajiu to turn over, but he didn't expect that the Crown Prince would actually help him up himself and hold him in his arms, so as not to touch the wound on the front and not to inconvenience the treatment later.

It was this scene... that really frightened the old doctor. He didn't dare to say much and just focused on his work, making sure that this young master with a mysterious identity would suffer the least amount of pain.

Yajiu was very frightened. The pain made him drowsy. His chin rested on Jinchen's shoulder, his heart trembling.

"It will be over soon." Jinchen spoke in Yajiu's ear to divert his attention, and his voice was softer than ever.

Yajiu still couldn't hold back his tears and sobbed softly. His thin jaw was covered with tears, which eventually melted into Jinchen's clothes at his shoulders.

By the time all the wounds were treated, nearly an hour had passed.

Yajiu didn't have the energy to cry anymore, so Jinchen put him in bed to rest, but he didn't forget to hold on to the corner of his clothes. Even though he was being willful, he just let him do it these few times.

Thinking of this, Yajiu's fear was relieved a lot, and he looked at Jinchen with tearful eyes.

Jinchen was listening to the old doctor talking about what to pay attention to when recuperating from a wound.

After the old doctor left, Jinchen immediately asked someone to boil the medicine.

When he turned to face Yajiu, he seemed to feel embarrassed and said, "Why don't you close your eyes and take a rest? What are you looking at?"

Because the master was very handsome, more handsome than anyone he had ever seen.

Yajiu responded silently in his heart, but only smiled at Jinchen, and then he was pinched on the face and scolded.

"You are so pale and yet you are still smiling. You have even soaked my clothes with your tears. You really are made of tofu."

Jinchen scolded him fiercely, but Yajiu smiled even more endearingly, and his eyes blinked as if they could speak.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +3, totaling 8! 】

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Yajiu settled down in the palace.

Since he needed to recuperate, Jinchen actually directly cleared out the side yard of Xian Xia Ting's main seat for him to live in. You know, according to Xian Xia Ting's layout, this was originally supposed to be reserved for the future prince's consort.

Not to mention the tonic medicines that were more expensive than gold that he had to drink every now and then. After drinking bowl after bowl of them, according to Xian Xia Ting's maids, it was like burning money.

But the effect is good. The weak body that might not be able to recover even after several months of care has regained its rosy complexion in less than half a month.

Except for Yajiu himself, no one treated him as a servant.

In a blink of an eye, the weather turned cooler and we entered late autumn.

Although the side yard is spacious, Jinchen always feels that it lacks many items for taking care of people, not to mention a suitable place for people recovering from injuries to live.

After visiting her mother several times in person, Xu Wangyue, who was busy with the Xu family's business, finally had some free time to come to Xianxiating to visit her husband's old friends.

Yajiu was ordered by Jinchen to develop the habit of taking a nap. Not long after he fell asleep after drinking a bowl of sleeping ginseng soup, he was forcibly awakened by Jinchen again. He was completely dazed.

"I'm asking you, what do you think is needed here?" Jinchen asked in a low voice, but patiently.

Yajiu thought he was still asleep and didn't hear anything clearly. He only heard his master's extremely gentle voice.

"...I want to be held." Yajiu answered in a daze. He was less restrained in his dream. Although he would hide every time, he really liked being held by his master. No tonic could compare to that.

Xu Wangyue: “…”

Da Hu widened his eyes in shock, it turned out that Yajiu was still thinking about the young master in his dream!

Jinchen was stunned for a moment, facing the surprised gazes of the two people around him, and coughed softly, with his ears red to his neck.

"What are you talking about? You must have been confused in your sleep."

Even so, he couldn't suppress his smile and muttered, "What a hassle."

Then he embraced the person and the quilt in his arms without hesitation, and patted her on the back.

Surrounded by the familiar scent, Yajiu felt like it was a dream. He rubbed his body and buried himself in Jinchen's arms and continued to sleep.

Xu Wangyue laughed angrily, "Chen'er, your mother is still here."

Jinchen snorted twice, but still held on to her tightly.

"Mother won't say anything, I know."

That’s true.

Xu Wangyue couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for the appearance of Yajiu, she and her husband would have suspected that their own Chen'er was not interested in people at all.

While other children are beginning to fall in love at the age of thirteen or fourteen, Chen'er is fighting crickets.

While other children at the age of fifteen or sixteen have already started to get married, Chen'er is raising sparrows.

While other children of their early twenties would have married and had children, Chen'er was running around the yard chasing his newly-adopted crane.