Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

Upon hearing this, Shen Ziche's heart skipped a beat. He was about to ask the doctor what was wrong when the doctor led him out.

This doctor was highly skilled and one of the few male doctors. He gently stroked his gray beard and earnestly advised him.

“Mental illness requires mental medicine. I’ll go back and get some medicine for colds, but he’ll have to figure out the rest on his own.”

As he spoke, the doctor rummaged through his medical kit and pulled out a bottle of ointment. "This is for treating external injuries. Just apply it to the wound."

"External injury? Wound?"

Shen Ziche didn't understand how A-Cen could have external injuries. He was the one who changed A-Cen's clothes that night, so he knew better than anyone whether she was injured or not.

He did have some bruises, but after applying the medicine for so long, they should have healed long ago.

Shen Ziche had someone send the doctor out, and while A-Cen was still asleep, he wanted to check where A-Cen's wound was.

He only slightly pulled back the blanket, and what came into view was Ah Cen's neck covered in bloodstains. If it weren't for the slightly open collar, he wouldn't have noticed it.

With trembling hands, he gently pulled open Shen Zicen's collar, his eyes blurred with tears.

Those chests were covered in wounds, some of which had even become infected.

He struggled to steady his trembling hands and carefully applied layers of ointment to Shen Zicen's wound.

Looking at Shen Zicen's eyelids twitching slightly due to pain, my heart ached.

During this time, Shen Ziche woke up Shen Zicen and fed him medicine while he was still drowsy.

In the middle of the night, he stayed by A-Cen's side again, and fell asleep by the bedside.

"No, it's dirty, I'm dirty."

Shen Ziche was awakened by intermittent sounds, and the aggrieved and desperate cries struck his heart again and again.

Shen Zicen had her eyes tightly closed, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, and she kept shaking her head.

A thin layer of sweat had already formed on his forehead. Shen Ziche didn't dare to wake him up, but gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Go away, go away!"

Shen Zicen suddenly raised his voice and his body began to tremble.

Shen Ziche realized something was wrong and was about to wake him up when he heard A-Cen begin to beg humbly.

"Please, I'm dirty, don't touch me~"

Shen Ziche didn't know what A-Cen had thought of again, and he withdrew his outstretched hand, unsure of what to do.

He only felt relieved when Ah Cen's voice gradually faded away.

He saw that A-Cen seemed to be opening his mouth to say something, but his voice was too soft and the two were some distance apart, so Shen Ziche couldn't hear him clearly.

He put his ear close to Shen Zicen, and what he heard made him even more puzzled.

He clearly heard Ah Cen say, "You're marrying my brother, I'm not good enough for you."

What did he dream about? Does Ah Cen have someone he likes? Is he afraid that person will dislike him?

Shen Ziche started to have wild thoughts, too curious about who the "you" that A-Cen was talking about was.

Shen Zicen stopped talking in his sleep after that, and I didn't get any useful information from him. It seems I'll have to ask him again tomorrow.

……

next morning

Li Mo'er still carried the food to the back mountain. As soon as she entered the cave, she saw Chu Xiaohuan changing his own dressing. She quickly went over and snatched the medicine from his hand.

"You're not better yet, how can you move around like that!"

Li Mo'er felt a little regretful; she shouldn't have been so soft-hearted yesterday and left him a bottle of ointment.

When Chu Xiaohuan saw Li Mo'er enter, a blush instantly crept onto his cheeks, but he still pretended to be nonchalant as he covered his chest with his clothes.

Li Mo'er didn't notice any of this. She put the ointment aside and was about to lift his clothes to check his injuries.

Chu Xiaohuan initially gripped the clothes tightly, but seeing Li Mo'er's anxious expression, he inexplicably let go.

He knew perfectly well that a man's body should not be seen by outsiders other than his parents, wife, and children, but he still let go.

He closed his eyes, pretending not to know what had happened.

Li Mo'er examined the wound carefully and found that it hadn't reopened, which put her mind at ease.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Chu Xiaohuan's face turn completely red.

She placed her hand on Chu Xiaohuan's forehead to check his temperature and found that his forehead was very hot.

"You have a fever? Wait here for a moment, I'll go get you some medicine."

Chu Xiaohuan was still focused on Li Mo'er's bold actions and did not react at all.

He only realized what was happening when Li Mo'er reached the cave entrance and spoke up to stop her.

"I'm fine, I'm just hot."

After speaking, he glanced to the side, not daring to meet Li Mo'er's gaze.

Li Mo'er was relieved and picked up the ointment to apply it to him. The cool touch on his chest made Chu Xiaohuan's cheeks burn even hotter.

Although he tried to ignore the sensation, his attention was still drawn to her hand.

His gaze fell on Li Mo'er's face, watching the shadow cast by her long eyelashes, his eyes following her every move uncontrollably.

Realizing his abnormality, he quickly closed his eyes to calm himself down, but the sensation on his skin became even more pronounced with his eyes closed.

His heart was pounding, and he frowned slightly, as if something was about to burst forth from the ground.

After Li Mo'er finished bandaging him, she realized that she hadn't closed her eyes this time, no wonder it went so smoothly.

She was about to apologize to Chu Xiaohuan when she found that he had closed his eyes.

There's nothing wrong with it; the effect is the same. He can't even see that she has her eyes open.

But after some deliberation, she decided to tell the truth, since she had taken a gold leaf from someone and had to be responsible for it.

Li Mo'er thought she would be scolded after telling Chu Xiaohuan, but he just hummed in response.

She placed the food next to Chu Xiaohuan and helped him up.

This time, Li Mo'er didn't feed him. Since he could apply the medicine himself, he had no problem eating by himself.

So she left him behind and went to gather herbs herself. She still had to deliver herbs to Doctor Wang, and she could gather as many as possible while she had the time.

Chu Xiaohuan shoveled rice into his mouth, but it tasted bland. Yesterday's rice was delicious, but today's rice was much worse.

He ate only a few bites before putting his bowl and chopsticks aside and sitting there quietly, gazing at the cave entrance.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind: he was now like a husband longing for his wife to come home.

He first chuckled self-deprecatingly, then touched the envelope on his chest; now was not the time to talk about such sentimental matters.

He needed to get the letter to Kyoto as soon as possible; matters of state were of utmost importance now.

He looked down at the wound on his chest; it had healed considerably. He had to leave no later than the day after tomorrow, otherwise the United Kingdom would find an excuse to attack their country.

"I'm back."

Chu Xiaohuan hadn't expected to take so long. When he saw Li Mo'er enter in the light, his eyes lit up instantly, and he couldn't hide the joy in them.

He noticed the sweat on Li Mo'er's forehead and naturally offered her his handkerchief.

Li Mo'er took it and wiped it before putting it in her pocket.

"Um, then, I..."

Chu Xiaohuan wanted the handkerchief back, but didn't know how to ask.

"what happened?"

Upon hearing Li Mo'er's question, Chu Xiaohuan could only shake his head as if nothing was wrong.