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He opened his mouth, his eyes revealing a sense of urgency.
Song Feiwan raised her hand. "Understanding your physical condition is the most important thing right now. There's no need to rush it."
Upon hearing this, Rong Jiayi simply closed her mouth. She loved Xiao Yu so much that she would risk her life to marry him. Knowing he had come back from the dead must have made her incredibly happy. Yet, when she thought about that scene, why didn’t she feel as eager?
As her thoughts wandered, Rong Jiayi listened to Song Feiwan talk about his injuries.
The deepest wounds had been stitched up, and he had been changing the dressings regularly. He couldn’t get them wet, avoid spicy food, or drink alcohol. He wouldn’t be able to speak until his throat was fully healed, and even then, his voice might be somewhat different from before. If they wanted to communicate, they could use sign language or write.
After asking him a few more questions about his health, Rong Jiayi responded with nods and shakes of her head.
"One last thing," Song Feiwan said seriously. "Lord Rong, you are the cousin of His Highness the Crown Prince and helped me capture the heir of the Dingguo family. I saved you at great personal risk because I value our connection. I don’t care who you’ve made enemies with or who is after you. I hope you won’t involve me or the Crown Prince’s residence in your matters."
"Once you’re healed, we’ll consider it even."
If you can agree to this, just nod your head.
Song Feiwan felt that this request was not unreasonable. No matter how much she wanted to help others, she couldn’t ignore her own safety. If last night’s events were to repeat themselves even once more, without needing poison to take effect, she could have easily been sent to meet Yama by the assailants.
But after waiting for a moment, Rong Jiayi still didn’t nod.
Song Feiwan’s expression turned slightly cold as she asked again, "You don’t want to agree?"
This time, Rong Jiayi quickly shook her head and looked around for something.
Song Feiwan soon understood: Do you need paper and pen?
Rong Jiayi nodded.
"I'll go get them for you."
Knowing that he would need it upon waking, she had already instructed the maid to prepare in advance.
As he reached for the paper and pen, Rong Jiayi propped himself up with his arm against the headboard. It was then that he realized he was only wearing a thin white undershirt on his upper body. His neck, arms, and chest were all carefully bandaged.
Combining this with what Song Feiwan had just said, it seemed she had personally tended to his wounds. Although he was the patient and she was the doctor, there were still boundaries to consider. After all, there were differences between men and women, and Rong Jiayi felt his ears gradually heat up.
Song Feiwan set up a small table for him and placed the paper and pen down. He kept his head lowered, concealing his discomfort.
He picked up the pen and wrote: [Thank you for saving me.]
Song Feiwan responded with a soft "hm," indicating that she would come to collect her consultation fee later and advised him to focus on the important points.
Rong Jiayi paused for a moment, contemplating before writing: [It’s not that I refuse, but this time, no matter what, you will be involved.]
Song Feiwan read this and felt somewhat puzzled. I’m just an ordinary woman; how could I possibly be related to your enemies?
Rong Jiayi nodded, his face clearly stating: Exactly.
For a brief moment, he considered keeping the fact that Xiao Yu was not dead from her. He hadn’t investigated thoroughly yet and didn’t know what had happened with Xiao Yu; keeping it from her would spare her unnecessary worry.
Most importantly, a voice in his heart whispered that when the time came, her eyes would only see Xiao Yu and no other man. But that faint voice was ultimately suppressed by his rationality.
She was the Princess Consort of Chen Wang; she was the one who should know the truth!
With a firm resolve, Rong Jiayi pressed down hard on the pen, writing with force:
[The one who attempted to assassinate me is Xiao Yu.]
[He is not dead.]
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