The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me
Chapter 330 - 327 Treason

Chapter 330: Chapter 327 Treason

It was only because Wu Youzhi was a doctor and Qi Wuya took emergency measures that they could forgo certain proprieties.

"Miss, how are you feeling today?"

Wu Youzhi approached the bed and inquired about Sang Yan’s condition.

Sang Yan replied truthfully, "There’s still some pain in my lower abdomen. However, I’m no longer bleeding."

Listening, Wu Youzhi nodded and reached out to check her pulse.

"Hmm..."

With closed eyes, he carefully finished taking her pulse and announced her condition, "It’s not as dangerous as last night, but you still need to be careful. Miss, to be honest, the child is not in good shape. If there’s any more bleeding, I truly won’t have any solutions."

Sang Yan nodded in understanding, "I’m aware. Thank you, Imperial Doctor Wu."

Her pregnancy was in its early stages, and for the child to have survived so far, after such repeated turmoil, was one part miracle and two parts thanks to his medical skill.

But to ensure the survival of the child, it wasn’t solely dependent on his medical skill.

She understood what he meant.

Wu Youzhi stopped there, then turned to check on Qi Wuya, "Emperor, the lady’s health is fragile. If she miscarries, it could affect her future fertility."

Qi Wuya gave him a deep look, his gaze filled with suspicion, "Don’t alarm people unduly. I can make my own judgements."

He felt that Wu Youzhi was also opposing him, secretly siding with Sang Yan.

Just a traitor!

Knowing that the Emperor didn’t believe his words, Wu Youzhi didn’t say more, and left saying, "Emperor, your humble servant has said all he can."

Then, he took his medical box and left.

Just as he reached the palace gates, he happened to bump into Kang Tuo.

Both men worked at the Imperial Hospital, exchanged greetings, and then went about their respective duties.

Kang Tuo entered the hall and first saluted the Emperor, "This humble servant greets the Emperor."

Qi Wuya, not instructing him to rise, looked at him deeply, "I didn’t summon you; what are you doing here?"

Upon hearing this, Kang Tuo quickly responded, "Perhaps the Emperor has forgotten, but yesterday you asked this servant to prepare a prescription for Lord Sang’s recuperation."

Qi Wuya then remembered, "Is it ready?"

Kang Tuo nodded, "It is ready."

Having said that, he handed over the prescription.

Qi Wuya took it, glanced through twice, and, treating it as a mere formality, waved his hand, "Fine. See to the arrangements. However, she has just narrowly avoided a miscarriage, you should examine her again to see if a new prescription is needed."

Kang Tuo, being on duty that day, had specifically paid attention to the happenings at the Fengyi Palace and was aware that Lady Sang nearly had a miscarriage.

"Yes."

After responding, he turned and walked towards the big bed.

Sang Yan had already learned from Qi Wuya that He Ying was alive, but still wanted to confirm this again with Kang Tuo.

Therefore, on seeing him, her emotions were stirred, yet she managed to maintain a calm exterior, with only her eyes betraying a hint of urgency.

She extended her hand, feigning calm, "You’ve worked hard, Doctor Kang."

"It is my duty," Kang Tuo replied as he checked Sang Yan’s pulse. During the examination, he slightly turned his body away from Qi Wuya, and using his mouth shape said: He’s alright. I’ve heard nothing of any major incidents within Da He.

Sang Yan smiled gratefully and replied with her mouth shape: Thank you.

Assured of He Ying’s wellbeing, she cast off the gloom and felt greatly relieved.

After completing the pulse check, Kang Tuo said something quite similar to Wu Youzhi, "My lady, this pregnancy is still very dangerous, you must take great care to rest, and avoid any distressing thoughts."

"I know," Sang Yan nodded and said clearly, "Doctor Kang, thank you."

In this deep and remote palace, to encounter kind-hearted and benevolent doctors like Kang Tuo and Wu Youzhi, she was truly grateful.

Especially Kang Tuo, who seemed fierce but turned out to be a good-hearted person with traditional values.

Indeed, appearances can be deceiving.

"My lady, there’s no need for formalities. Please rest well, and I will go revise the recuperation prescription," he said.

Medicine is a matter of precision; a slight error can lead to great catastrophe, and it can’t afford even a bit of negligence.

Kang Tuo was a very demanding person.

"Alright. Thank you for your hard work. Do what you must," Sang Yan said with a gentle smile, her voice, soft and caring, gave a comforting sensation like a warm spring breeze.

Qi Wuya watched from a distance and, as Kang Tuo left, coughed loudly several times.

He coughed deliberately, trying to attract Sang Yan’s attention.

Of course, Sang Yan didn’t look his way.

Instead, she startled You Ran.

You Ran hurried to the kitchen to hurry the medicine, then rushed back with the remedy in tow.

"Emperor, the medicine is ready, please drink it now."

The medicine was pitch black, emanating a thick bitterness.

Qi Wuya frowned at the sight, with no desire to drink it.

So, You Ran had a Palace Attendant bring over a plate of candied fruits.

Qi Wuya: "..."

Was he being treated like a child afraid of bitterness?

He was unhappy.

But if he were treated like a child, would Sang Yan coddle him?

Thinking this, he made a pitiful face at Sang Yan. "Yanyan, cough cough, I don’t want to take the medicine."

Could Sang Yan not see through his act?

"What medicine?"

Her voice was cold and sarcastic. "Good men don’t live long, but a scourge lasts for a thousand years. Someone like you won’t die so easily."

Qi Wuya felt like he was dying.

He was almost frozen to death by her chilly words.

Kind words warm three winter months, cruel words chill the heart in June.

And what if they were harsh words from the one he loved?

It was like ice picks stabbing directly into his heart!

It hurt!

It really hurt!

He cried out in pain, "I am sick. Would it kill you to say something nice to me? Sang Yan, is your heart made of iron?"

The last sentence came out in an emotional yell, making his throat sore and truly igniting a coughing fit.

"Cough cough—"

Amid his violent coughing, he heard Sang Yan say—

"My heart is definitely not made of iron, but yours might well be."

"No, it’s not. Cough cough. Mine isn’t for sure!"

Qi Wuya was coughing so hard his face turned red, his eyes moist and shiny, as if brimming with blood and tears.

"I can be heartless to anyone but you. But you’re different. You’re never heartless, except to me."

His face showed grief and jealousy, his tone, a mix of complaint and helplessness.

Sang Yan watched, unmoved, and even asked lightly, "So?"

She was heartless to him; what could he do about it?

From her light tone, Qi Wuya tasted the extremely hurtful implication.

A tear suddenly fell.

He seemed not to notice he was crying.

Because that tear dropped straight down.

And then no more tears fell.

His heart was thoroughly wounded.

He said, "So, my heart is not made of iron. So, Sang Yan, I love you."

In that moment, he was no longer the aloft Emperor but an ordinary man with unrequited love.

This ordinary man, riddled with wounds, still refused to give up his love.

Wasn’t this also a proof of love?

"Sang Yan, you have no right to deny my love for you."

He controlled his emotions, gazing at her deeply as he continued, "You don’t even have the right to say my love for you is less than He Ying’s."

Listening to his confession, Sang Yan remained dismissive and arrogant. "Qi Wuya, you’re wrong, I don’t deny it, I just don’t accept it."

Qi Wuya was at a loss for words.

Was it as if he had punched cotton?

He had punched in the wrong place.

She didn’t deny; she just didn’t accept.

Oh, such a light phrase, and yet it wounded him to the core.

She knew he loved her.

But she did not love him.

No matter what he said or did, she would never love him.

He had lost from the very beginning.

In this love game that he had seized, he forgot one thing: he was never qualified to play the game from start to finish.

How foolish.

He was so eager to try, not knowing he had been out of the game all along.