The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 187 - : Cherish

Sang Yan: “…”

She had no idea what to do with him.

All she could do was bear with it and finish dressing his wound.

“I’m going to check how the medicine is boiling.”

She found an excuse to hop off the bed, planning her escape.

But it wasn’t successful.

With reddened eyes and panting, He Ying pulled her down, pinning her and kissing her fingers…

Sang Yan felt that for some time, she wouldn’t know how to face her own hands.

What a rascal!

He had gone mad!

After He Ying had been mad for half an hour, he finally calmed down a bit.

Sang Yan washed her hands and when she returned, she checked his wounds. Though there had been little movement, it caused his blood to surge and affected the wound.

“Look! It’s bleeding again!”

“Oh. It’s nothing.”

Having eaten and drunk his fill, he didn’t feel any pain. He lay on the bed, smiling as he watched her.

Sang Yan, embarrassed by his smile, was about to leave—

Qing Wu came over with the medicine, and brought the prescription as well.

“Empress, the medicine and the prescription are all here.”

Qing Wu set the medicine bowl on the table, reminding her, “This medicine should be taken while it’s hot.”

“Alright. I know. Thank you for your hard work. You can go down first.”

Thinking of Sister Hong Zhao’s frailty and the need for someone to attend to her, Sang Yan didn’t retain Qing Wu any longer.

“Yes.”

Qing Wu glanced at the medicine on the table and then turned to leave.

After watching her walk away, Sang Yan instructed Liang Xin to invite the doctor she had found from outside into the room.

Liang Xin, being young and more skilled in surgery than in detoxification, feared he wouldn’t understand Hong Zhao’s prescription and followed Sang Yan’s orders to find a more experienced doctor.

The doctor, nearing sixty, white-haired and trembling since entering the State Mansion, knew he was in the presence of nobility and didn’t dare to be negligent.

“The commoner greets the nobility.”

He didn’t think too much about the identities of the nobility.

Having lived to this age, it’s enough to know in one’s heart without speaking out loud.

Sang Yan smiled gently, “Old sir, you need not be so formal. Please help us check this prescription and the bowl of medicine for any issues.”

She handed over the prescription.

He Ying watched the scene unfold, quite surprised—so she also didn’t entirely trust Hong Zhao.

Sensing his gaze, Sang Yan replied with a smile, explaining, “The doctor was secretly sought by Imperial Doctor Liang on my orders. Let them have a look first, then we’ll drink the medicine.”

Regarding He Ying’s safety, she didn’t dare to take any chances.

Although Hong Zhao was a Divine Doctor, she was also an outsider—caution was still necessary.

She couldn’t bear to experience the pain of losing a loved one once more.

So last night, she ordered Liang Xin to find a reputable doctor in the city and bring him in.

Only after confirming the medicine was safe, would she allow He Ying to drink it.

He Ying was moved once again by the lovely woman before him: She cherished and cared for him so dearly.

The old doctor didn’t pay mind to the tender feelings between the nobles.

He picked up the bowl to smell the medicine and received the prescription from Liang Xin.

Liang Xin had already scrutinized the prescription and said with a frown, “My medical skill is limited, I can’t make it out clearly. I hope the old sir can clarify.”

The old doctor said nothing, stroked his beard, and carefully examined the prescription; he also smelled the medicine in the bowl.

After a while, he put down the bowl and responded, “Both of you nobles, the medicine contains herbs that detoxify and nourish the blood, fortify the essence, and boost vitality. It includes common detoxifying herbs like Scutellaria and Forsythia, as well as a few others I can’t identify, but all appear to be beneficial to the body.”

He took the prescription again, reviewed it several times, pondered, and then his eyes suddenly shone, “The person who prescribed this has profound medical expertise; several herbs are extremely potent, yet the prescription includes many nourishing herbs that greatly mitigate the side effects of the potent ones. May I ask who prepared this prescription? I would very much like to learn from them!”

For those practicing medicine, especially those who are aging and have decades of medical experience, meeting someone more outstanding in their lifetime is incredibly exciting.

Hearing the old doctor say this, Sang Yan’s heart was put at ease.

She didn’t answer the old doctor directly but instructed Liang Xin to show him out.

Soon, only the two of them were left in the room.

Sang Yan picked up a fan, cooling the soup medicine until it was no longer scalding, and handed him the bowl, “Now you can drink it without worry.”

Afraid that He Ying might find it bitter, she placed a bowl of candied fruit beside him.

“If it’s bitter, have some candied fruit to sweeten your mouth.”

The candied fruits in the white jade dish gleamed, exuding a sweet and cloying fragrance.

He Ying also felt sweetness in his heart.

Supporting his chin with one hand, he looked at his beloved with an amused expression, “Are you treating me like a three-year-old child?”

Yet he was completely receptive to this approach.

He loved seeing her care for him, tending to his every need with such meticulous attention.

Proof that she loved him.

Sang Yan swore, she truly had never thought of coddling him like a child.

Just looking at the dark, thick color of the medicine, one could tell how bitter it would taste by sight alone.

“Drink up quickly. It won’t be as effective if it gets cold.”

Blushing under his gaze, she grabbed his hand and placed the medicine bowl in his palm.

He Ying chuckled softly, lifting the bowl to his lips, and gulped it down in a few swallows, leaving it completely empty.

He didn’t even frown.

Sang Yan was astounded: That was…quite ruthless, wasn’t it?

She still remembered how she felt when she was sick on the boat, taking that fever-reducing medicine, as if she oozed bitterness inside and out.

“Is it bitter?”

Sang Yan asked with a frown: Could it be that she was just overly delicate?

He Ying nodded seriously, “Bitter. Of course, it’s bitter. Extremely so.”

“Then have some candied fruit,” she said.

Sang Yan picked up the candied fruit and offered it to him, “It’s newly bought, very sweet, I’ve tried it myself.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than she was kissed by He Ying.

The moment was brief.

The kiss ended as quickly as it had begun.

He raised his eyebrows, wearing a smug look of triumph, “Not bitter anymore.”

Sang Yan: “…”

Isn’t it no longer bitter?

Now it was her turn to feel the bitterness!

The flirt!

She was huffily telling him to go rest.

During He Ying’s convalescence, he always had petitions to review.

Sang Yan used to let him be, but now it was different: “You can’t overexert yourself. Otherwise, the medicine was for naught.”

Unable to argue with her, and feeling a bit drowsy from the medicine’s effects, He Ying resigned himself to lying down and resting.

Once Sang Yan saw him asleep, having nothing else to do, she wandered around the State Mansion but still found herself at a loose end.

The women of the State Official’s family would tremble in her presence, unable to speak coherently.

Not to mention the maids; she didn’t have a single person to talk to.

Pei Muyang was nowhere to be found either.

Bored to death, she couldn’t help but glance towards the place where Hong Zhao resided.

Hong Zhao lived in the South Courtyard, a spot Sang Yan had specifically instructed to be arranged for her because it was quiet and warm, suitable for her to recuperate.

When Sang Yan arrived, Hong Zhao and her maid Qing Wu were basking in the sun in the courtyard.

Upon seeing her, Hong Zhao struggled to get up to pay her respects.

Sang Yan hurriedly stopped her, “Divine Doctor, you need not be so formal.”

She was entirely amiable, smiling warmly upon seeing Hong Zhao.

She regarded her as He Ying’s lifesaver.

By that logic, she was also her own half-lifesaver—why should a lifesaver have to pay respects?

“Why has the Empress come here?”

Hong Zhao sat back down, asking softly.

Despite the hot weather, she was wrapped in a plain colored shawl.

Her delicate and frail appearance filled Sang Yan with a fierce desire to protect her.

“I was idle with boredom and came here for a stroll.”

“I see.”

Hong Zhao’s lips curled into a smile, her dark and shining eyes forming crescents.

She was indeed very pretty.

Sang Yan found that she was powerless against the charms of a beautiful young lady and couldn’t help but draw closer, “You seem very susceptible to cold? If you find it cold at night while sleeping, I can have someone bring over another quilt. Also about food. Or if you need any medicinal herbs for your health, just instruct someone to procure them.”

She was the epitome of consideration and care.

Hong Zhao was truly touched, but it only lasted for a moment before she smiled dismissively, “There’s no need, my body is just like this now.”

She tugged at her shawl, her eyes revealing a tinge of desolation.

Seeing her like this, Sang Yan didn’t quite know what to say next: The woman was already so ill, and she was here bothering her.

It seemed a bit insensitive.

“I should leave then.”

After some thought, Sang Yan decided to leave, not wishing to disturb her rest.

Unexpectedly, Hong Zhao called out to her.

“It is my honor to have the Empress visit. If you are feeling bored, Hong Zhao can keep you company for a while.”

As these words were spoken, Qing Wu, who had been paying close attention to their interaction, widened her eyes in shock.

What’s going on?

Why did the young lady invite her to stay?

Wasn’t she the one who hated idle chatter the most?

Sang Yan didn’t notice her surprise.

Having someone to pass the time with was more than welcome.

However, constantly being addressed as Empress made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

It felt like there was a distance between them.

“Just call me Sang Yan. You seem older than me, would it be alright if I addressed you as Sister Hong Zhao?”

“Either is fine. Whatever makes you happy.”

Hong Zhao smiled and nodded, then suddenly covered her mouth to cough.

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With the motions of coughing, she cleverly concealed the disdain in her eyes: This woman, all looks and foolish to the core, completely devoid of caution. She wondered what Mr. Jiu saw in her.