CH 97

Chapter 97 He’s Dying (2)

When Wen Yantong finally managed to catch up, she saw Mu Yang was still making a ruckus. She hurried and dragged him aside, caught her breath, and then spoke to Chi Jingxi in a soft voice, "Little Marquis, you are bleeding too much. The doctor won't be here for a while, so we need to stop the bleeding as soon as possible."

Chi Jingxi nodded to her with light in his dark eyes.

Wen Yantong turned and rummaged through her bag. She found a stack of spare gauze. Since her right leg was not completely healed, Wen Yantong occasionally needed to wrap some herbs on her leg, so she brought a lot of gauze before leaving.

She unfolded the gauze into wide strips, walked to the window, and said to Mu Yang, "Loosen Little Marquis’s top."

Sitting by the bed, Mu Yang was still feeling helpless. After hearing her words, he hurriedly went to unbutton Chi Jingxi's clothes. But Mu Yang was too anxious, and he couldn't control the strength, and pushed Chi Jingxi's wound.

Chi Jingxi could still bear it and not cry out, but his brows were furrowed, looking uncomfortable.

Wen Yantong pushed him away. "Move aside! Let me do it."

Coincidentally, Fu Zixian rushed over with Mu Yang's coat and shoes. He asked him to put on his clothes quickly to avoid freezing.

Wen Yantong put the gauze aside and glanced at Chi Jingxi. Seeing that there was still calm in his raised eyes, he seemed to be telling her not to panic.

Wen Yantong knelt beside the bed, took a deep breath, and relaxed her strength. She then quickly yet gently unbuttoned his clothes one by one. The blood was all clotted on the clothes, and the fishy smell rushed to her nostrils. She was afraid that the wound would stick to the clothes, so Wen Yantong didn't dare to be too reckless.

Chi Jingxi frowned. His breath was weak, but his voice was resolute. "Open it directly." 

Although uncomfortable, Wen Yantong abided his request and lifted off the clothes on his right shoulder in one move. The wound that was injured by the sharp knife was revealed. Wen Yantong gasped, and pulled off the clothes to his arm.

The wound was not long, but the puncture was deep. There was a lot of blood, especially prominent on his white arm.

Wen Yantong picked up the gauze with her right hand and then supported Chi Jingxi with her left. "Sit forward."

Chi Jingxi complied and leaned forward. Wen Yantong pinched the gauze and hesitated for a moment before covering it.

She had never treated a wound like this before and didn't know how to stop the bleeding.

Chi Jingxi instantly understood her difficulty. He endured the pain and lifted his right arm slightly. He then looked at Wen Yantong and said to her, "Wrap it around the wound, with adequate pressure."

This was manual compression. Wen Yantong didn't know much, she only saw this procedure on TV occasionally. She had never learned these things in school.

After a momentary pause,  Wen Yantong gritted her teeth. She knelt down and took two steps forward. She covered the gauze on the wound, almost instantly, the gauze was stained red with blood. Wen Yantong tried her best to disregard it as she continued to wrap around the wound; the white gauze turned red as soon as it was wrapped.

In order to stop the bleeding, she tried not to leave any gaps as she wrapped it very hard. Wen Yantong’s eyes were fixed on the injury, for fear that she would make a mistake.

Chi Jingxi turned and looked down at the entangled wound, and then slowly turned his gaze to Wen Yantong's side face. Because of a handful of snow before, Wen Yantong's face was also covered with blood in large patches; there were blotches on her eyebrows and eyes were everywhere. There were still tiny drops of water hanging on her long and dense eyelashes.

She looked extremely focused, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her face looked solemn. On the contrary, Chi Jingxi, who was seriously injured, became more and more calm. His beautiful eyes softened a lot, void of his usual arrogance and indifference.

While Wen Yantong bandaged Chi Jingxi, Mu Yang had already put on his coat and shoes. He stood aside, his face full of anxiety. Cheng Xin was also awakened from his sleep. He rushed over and saw this scene. Without making a sound, he went out and ordered the guards to boil hot water, and then waited nearby.

After Wen Yantong tied the ends of gauze in a knot, she breathed a sigh of relief. There were fine beads of sweat on her forehead due to nervousness. She raised her hand to wipe it, and happened to bump into Chi Jingxi's eyes when she raised her head.

Wen Yantong subconsciously said, "Wrap– I’ve wrapped it."

Chi Jingxi responded in a low hum.

Cheng Xin hurried forward. "What happened?"

Chi Jingxi's expression turned cold. "There is an underground tunnel under Nian'an Temple, and there are things hidden in it. Immediately dispatch people to surround this area first. Don't let anyone go, including the monks in the temple."

Cheng Xin nodded., "I'll report to Imperial Father immediately. The doctor has been called. How are you doing now? Can you hold on?"

Chi Jingxi closed his eyes slightly, "It's okay."

Wen Yantong suddenly reached out and grabbed Chi Jingxi's palm. He didn't expect her to move suddenly, and he casted her a surprised gaze.

Chi Jingxi's hands were usually warm, but they were actually a bit cold at the moment. Wen Yantong said to Cheng Xin in a concerned voice, "Little Marquis's body temperature is starting to drop. Fifth Imperial Highness, please ask for more heaters to be brought over. Boil some more hot water too."

Cheng Xin nodded and told the guards to move the heater.

Mu Yang sat nervously on the other side of Chi Jingxi, took his hand and rubbed it. "Brother Xi, do you feel cold? Would you like me to bring your fur coat over?"

Chi Jingxi waved his hand, "No need."

Wen Yantong also added, "Don't touch him so recklessly. Little Marquis has other injuries on his body."

Mu Yang wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and let out a long breath. "When I heard that Wen Yantong said that you are dying, it scared me to death..."

Chi Jingxi glanced at Wen Yantong when he heard the words.

She smiled embarrassingly. "I was also scared."

Chi Jingxi's cold fingertips moved slightly. The heat from Wen Yantong's hands still seemed to linger, he didn't speak again.