The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 181 - Poison Injury

Having finally regained her after losing her, how could he sit idly by and watch her suffer from illness?

He reached out to check her temperature; although she was still a bit feverish, it was much improved compared to yesterday.

Sang Yan indeed remained unconscious.

But she could hear the noises outside.

Hearing that He Ying took care of her without resting, she was both moved and angry: Did he think he was made of iron? He didn’t take care of himself at all!

She needed to get better as soon as possible.

Otherwise, knowing his temperament, he would likely keep caring for her until she was completely recovered before he would rest.

Thanks to He Ying’s careful caregiving, along with Sang Yan’s own willpower, after three days of high fever, her illness had largely improved.

Especially her headache, which was no longer as debilitating as before.

When Sang Yan fully awoke, the first thing she saw was the figure pretending to sleep at the bedside.

“Xinyuan—”

She moved her lips and found her throat to be extremely dry and her voice hoarse, barely able to make a sound.

Yet He Ying woke up immediately.

“Ah Yan!”

He looked at his beloved joyously, laughing excitedly, “You’ve finally woken up! How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?”

“Water, water—”

Sang Yan struggled to sit up, feeling as if her body had been dismantled and reassembled, sore and stiff all over.

A cold in this era was truly agonizing.

Something that could have been easily cured with a few pills in the modern world had worn out both her and He Ying.

He Ying quickly brought over a cup of warm water.

He had not rested properly for three days, his eyes red with bloodshot, as he supported Sang Yan with his large hand, helping her drink.

After drinking the water, Sang Yan’s throat felt a little better.

“You really don’t take care of your body.”

Once she regained some strength, she feigned anger and glared at him: “Look at the state you’re in! You definitely have not rested properly these past days! Do you think you’re made of iron?”

He Ying gazed steadily into her eyes for a long while, then suddenly smiled, “Having the energy to scold me, it appears you’re better.”

“You, you—”

Sang Yan found herself at a loss with him.

He Ying was still smiling, a very gentle smile, “Would you like some more?”

Sang Yan nodded, then drank up another cup of water entirely.

“More.”

Her throat was too sore; she needed to drink more water to soothe it.

After hearing this, He Ying let go of her to pour more water.

However, after taking only two steps, he suddenly felt the room spin, averting a fall only by propping himself on the table.

And this scene was caught squarely by Sang Yan.

Startled, she called out without concern for her hoarse and painful throat, “Someone, call the Imperial Physician!”

In these days when Sang Yan was ill, Imperial Doctor Liang Xin had been waiting outside the room all the time.

Now, hearing the commotion, he immediately pushed the door and entered, seeing the weakened He Ying, he quickly helped him lie down on the bed and then took his pulse.

“What’s wrong with him?”

Sang Yan knelt beside the bed, looking at He Ying’s pale face with worry filling her brows and eyes.

Pei Muyang witnessing the Emperor and Empress, who had promised each other life and death and shared such profound affection, sighed deep in his heart: one was finally well, and the other had succumbed.

“This official needs to check the Emperor’s wound.”

After taking the pulse, Imperial Doctor Liang’s expression was somewhat grim.

Seeing this, Sang Yan’s heart sank.

She reached out to undo He Ying’s outer robe—

He Ying caught her hand, stopping her, “You go out.”

“I won’t go.”

Sang Yan knew by his actions that he didn’t want her to worry.

“You’ve been taking care of me around the clock, and now if I go out, am I such a heartless person?”

She glared at him irritably, “Don’t move!”

Nobody in the room dared to even breathe loudly.

Only the Empress could be so fierce to the Emperor without him getting angry!

“You, don’t dare shed a tear while looking.”

He Ying gave a doting smile, his eyes also betraying a hint of helplessness.

He let go of her hand, allowing her to undo his clothes.

As soon as Sang Yan began to undo his attire, her expression changed: The white undergarment on his chest was wrapped in layer upon layer of gauze, but blood was still seeping through.

It was clear his wound was getting worse.

“He Xinyuan!”

Sang Yan really got angry, she reproached loudly, “Haven’t you been changing your dressing these past few days? Are you treating your health as a joke?”

He Ying smartly showed weakness, “I really didn’t notice when it started bleeding.”

Sang Yan: “…”

Didn’t notice?

Did he think she was a fool?

“You, you’re trying to infuriate me to death!”

She fiercely poked his forehead.

But this wasn’t the time to be mad at him.

“Quickly, have a look at the Emperor’s wound.”

She stepped aside for Liang Xin to attend to He Ying’s injury.

The pus and blood were closely adhered to the bandage.

Separating them was a painstaking task.

Liang Xin was extremely careful throughout the process, due to the sheer tension, he was sweating even more profusely than He Ying.

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By the time the wound was fully exposed.

Sang Yan’s eyes reddened with both self-blame and anger.

Angry that he hadn’t taken good care of himself.

And blaming herself because if it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t be like this.

“Does it hurt?”

She looked at the deep festering hole, the inside a blur of flesh and blood, a sight that shocked and distressed onlookers.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

He Ying’s face was pale, his breathing rough from pain, yet still he told a well-intended lie.

Sang Yan’s heart ached terribly, “You idiot!”

“Your Majesty—”

Liang Xin cut off a piece of the necrotic flesh and sniffed it, saying with deep concern, “This poison wound is worsening. My medical skills are limited; I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.”

Poison wound!

Sang Yan’s shoulders shook as the reality hit her: How could she have forgotten about this!

“It’s all my fault!”

She smacked her head, full of self-reproach, “I should have reminded you to ask Qi Wuya for an antidote at that time.”

What a good opportunity that was!

The peace-talk terms should have included an extra bottle of antidote!

Yet she had forgotten about it!

The truth was, He Ying had never thought about asking Qi Wuya for an antidote.

Their war between men was not over yet, asking for an antidote from him would mean his defeat.

He would never concede to him!

Therefore, he nonchalantly remarked, “Don’t blame yourself. Even if you had reminded me, I wouldn’t have asked him for the antidote.”

Sang Yan didn’t understand, “Why?”

The reason she forgot to remind him to ask for an antidote was because his visit to the palace had been so rushed. First, there wasn’t enough time, and second, she didn’t expect him to be so successful. Afterward, when the peace talks had succeeded, they were all immersed in the joy of safety, and she forgot!

He Ying explained, “Qi Wuya is sneaky and cunning. If I asked him for an antidote, he certainly wouldn’t give it. Even if Qi Guanglie forced him to give one, who’s to say it wouldn’t be another poison?”

Qi Wuya was never to be trusted.

He would never put his hope of survival in the hands of an enemy.

“What do we do now?”

Sang Yan knew there was sense in what He Ying was saying.

But his injury…

She looked anxiously at Liang Xin, “Imperial Physician Liang, is there really no other way?”