The reborn girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent marquis hugs her and coaxes her!

Chapter 56: Finally Knowing the Root of Her Illness

Looking at the blood staining his white undershirt, it seemed the wound had already burst open.

Xu Rongrong hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not chase him out.

"Wen Yao, go get the imperial physician."

"It's just a minor injury, it will be healed in a while." Mu Rong sat down slowly on the couch, looking very tired.

"My Lord, what is so important that you have to tell me now?" Xu Rongrong sat down opposite him.

"I've come here specifically to thank Princess Ping'an for saving my life." Mu Rong looked at her with a smile. "I thought I was going to die, but who knew that the Princess was so wise and kind, and her miraculous healing power brought me back to life."

Xu Rongrong sneered at this and said, "My Lord, there's no need to be like this. The one who truly saved you was the Imperial Physician."

"Yes, yes, yes! But I have finally caused trouble for the county lady."

"Heh... If you don't want to cause trouble to others in the future, please keep yourself clean and don't put yourself in danger."

Mu Rong smiled when he heard this, even showing a hint of expectation: "Is Rongrong jealous?"

Xu Rongrong: "..."

She didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Mu Rong saw the ointment on the table and asked, "What is Rongrong mixing?"

"It's just some hemostatic medicine." Xu Rongrong replied.

"Have you tried it?"

“Not tried yet.”

Mu Rong smiled and said, "Then can you let me try? Look, my wound hurts again."

Xu Rongrong looked closely and saw that the collar of Mu Rong's shirt was indeed stained red.

Both Sanguisorba officinalis and Golden Wound Medicine are excellent for healing wounds, and may not be harmful if used on the body, but... he is a marquis after all, so would they really use him to test the medicine?

Seeing Xu Rongrong's hesitation, Mu Rong continued to tempt her:

"Rongrong, don't worry. I'm fine now. Moreover, if this medicine proves to be effective for your injuries, wouldn't it be a good thing if it were to become widespread among the Great Zhou army in the future? As a general, I should naturally test the medicine on myself before my subordinates."

Xu Rongrong looked at him with confusion.

Although this man's words were convincing and made a lot of sense, she always felt that he was not interested in this.

However, she was indeed a little moved.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble Deputy General Ai." After Xu Rongrong finished speaking, she looked back and found that Mu Ai had quietly slipped away at some point, and... took Wen Yao with him.

At this time, there were only her and him left in the tent.

Mu Rong looked at Xu Rongrong weakly, suppressing the feeling of success in his heart: "Thank you, County Master."

Seeing the color gradually fading from his face, Xu Rongrong walked over helplessly.

The white undergarment was removed, revealing half of Mu Rong's body covered in bandages.

Is the imperial physician... going to tie him up like a dumpling? Xu Rongrong frowned, "Tying him up like this won't help the wound heal."

"Rongrong is right."

Layer after layer of bandages were removed, revealing many old wounds on his solid chest.

He was only twenty years old, yet he was already covered in wounds. It seemed that his title of first-rank military marquis was not entirely due to his ancestors' influence, but was also earned through his desperate fighting.

The new arrow wound on the chest was only a millimeter away from the heart. If the thief had moved a little further, even a god would have been unable to save him.

As they lowered their heads, the two were so close that Xu Rongrong seemed to be able to feel the other person's breath brushing across her face like a breeze.

She quickly stepped back, collected her thoughts, and gently applied the prepared ointment to his wound.

Then, she sat back at the desk and took notes:

"Is it itchy?" she asked.

“It doesn’t itch.”

"Is it cold?" she continued.

"There's a hint of coolness, which is quite refreshing."

"Will it relieve the previous pain?"

"It's mostly relieved, but there's still a little soreness and numbness." Mu Rong answered truthfully.

"It seems they added too much medicine," Xu Rongrong thought thoughtfully. The medicine contained an anesthetic, which was why the wound felt sore and numb. After she finished writing it down, she stood up and walked over.

There was a hint of anticipation in Mu Rong's eyes.

Xu Rongrong slowly bent down and looked at his chest.

Mu Rong felt his heart beating like a drum, as if it was out of control.

Until Xu Rongrong said: "Well, it only took a cup of tea for the blood clot to solidify into a scab."

Mu Rong: "..."

He suddenly felt like the poultry and... rats used for drug testing in the Imperial Medical Bureau.

But he enjoyed it.

Xu Rongrong stood up and smiled faintly: "After adjusting the proportions, we can promote it in the army!"

Mu Rong rarely saw her smile in front of him, and this proud smile made him look a little dazed.

It was worth it for him to perform this self-torture tactic despite being injured, as described in the book.

……

The heavy rain outside the tent finally fell.

Xu Rongrong wrapped Mu Rong with a clean bandage.

As she entwined herself in circles, her hands inevitably intertwined, and from the side it looked as if they were hugging each other.

Because he was injured, Xu Rongrong didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Every time she approached and surrounded him, Mu Rong's heart was moved, and then he would feel an endless sense of loss.

This... was stolen by him after all.

He felt that he was a little shameless, but as long as they could be close, he would be shameless.

After the bandage was completed, Xu Rongrong handed him the inner garment and said, "The medicine has been changed. Please return, my lord."

Mu Rong had no choice but to stand up. However, his entire body was numb from sitting down, and when he stood up, he staggered and nearly fell.

Lightning flashed outside the tent and thunder roared suddenly.

Xu Rongrong pressed her forehead, her face full of impatience: "My Lord, there is no need to put on a show. Please go back."

Mu Rong smiled bitterly in his heart. He really wasn't putting on an act this time.

Seeing that he didn't move, the young woman, already irritated by the downpour, sneered, "My Lord, you've been pestering me for so long, but do you know that Miss Lin has been deposed by His Majesty and sent back to the capital? Are you not at all sad?"

Mu Rong said in a deep voice: "She is neither my friend nor my relative, why would I feel sad for her?"

Xu Rongrong: "..."

"Rongrong, are you asking why I was with her that night?"

"I will explain this to you in the future, but now... please trust me." Before Xu Rongrong could say anything else, the candles in the tent were blown out by the wind and rain, and the tent was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Mottled lightning flashed through the window, leaving flickering marks in the tent.

Xu Rongrong couldn't help but tremble, and she bent down and curled up into a ball.

Mu Rong's expression suddenly changed. He remembered the night he first came to the hunting palace, when Xu Rongrong also looked in such pain. So, regardless of his own injuries, he took her into his arms and said, "Rongrong, don't be afraid."

Because the incident happened suddenly, he didn't have time to put on his inner clothes, and Xu Rongrong's head rested on his naked chest.

The man's strong muscles and firm restraint seemed to bring her back to that rainy night full of humiliation and fear.

She trembled violently, and raised her head in the man's arms. The clarity and indifference she had just shown were gone, and she pleaded with a sad face: "Please... don't..."

Those four trembling words instantly made Mu Rong understand everything. He finally knew the source of her outburst that rainy night.

It turned out that the drunkenness that night in the previous life, although it left him with a lingering mark for the whole life, left her with only fear and pain.

She pushed him away with her hands powerlessly, her face full of helplessness: "Please, my Lord... let me go..."

That night, she begged in the same way.

But intoxicated by alcohol and desire, he finally devoured her.

now……

He didn't dare touch her again, but slowly laid her on the couch, watching her body gradually curl up into a ball.

He couldn't bear to see her in so much pain, so he raised his hand and pressed her sleep point.

Xu Rongrong fell asleep, but her little brows were already furrowed.

Mu Rong didn't care about the blood gushing out of the wound again. He forced himself to slowly inject his internal energy into her forehead.

Finally, the girl's brows gradually relaxed and her sleeping face was no longer painful.

Outside the tent, Mu Ai held the struggling Wen Yao tightly.

He really couldn't imagine how this seemingly gentle and frail girl could have so much strength, and she almost broke free several times.

The tent door opened, and Mu Rong's face was pale. He struggled to support his body and slowly walked out of the tent.

He looked at Wen Yao and said, "Take good care of your young lady."

He fainted in front of Mu Ai.