"Adrian Fu!"
He heard vague calls in his ears. He was still conscious, but his body had lost feeling. The sound of rain followed him like a shadow. A person bent down and picked him up. He felt a familiar touch.
It was like the warm embrace that embraced him when he fell to the ground a few days ago, or like the gentle hands that patted his back a long time ago.
Who was it?
He was sent to a narrow and dry cage, and was forced to leave the warm, soft and hard embrace. Before he had time to enjoy it carefully, he suddenly got angry, grabbed the man's collar, and pulled him forward fiercely---Bang.
Without even having time to straighten up, Lord Yan rushed into the carriage and pinned Marquis Jingning down in a very immoral position. Adrian Fu finally lived up to everyone's expectations and was woken up by him.
When their eyes met, Nolan Yan had not expected that this sick man could come back to life after fainting. Just as he was about to get furious, he happened to meet Adrian Fu's gaze.
There were still raindrops on his eyelashes, his eyes were dim, and he looked like he was about to cry. Although he knew it was fake, Lord Yan still turned off the engine involuntarily, got up and sat down, and asked in a low voice: "Let's go to my house first and let Shen Yi Ce come to check your injuries, okay?"
He was a little worried about Adrian Fu's injury. After all, it was no joke to make a disabled person kneel on the stone floor for an hour. Adrian Fu didn't know if he understood or not, and he said "hmm" vaguely.
He half-closed his eyes tiredly, and seemed to have no strength to speak. He leaned against the wall of the carriage like a boneless person. The carriage was heading towards the Yan residence. The road in the capital was flat, but Adrian Fu was still swaying left and right. Nolan Yan observed him intently for a long time, and finally tentatively reached out his hand to Adrian Fu. Sure enough, before he got close, the man who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep made a lightning-fast move and grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?"
Nolan Yan: "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
A trace of confusion flashed across Adrian Fu's face: "I feel uncomfortable everywhere, what's wrong?"
His fingers were cold, and his palms were emitting abnormal heat. Nolan Yan sighed, turned his wrist, and used a clever force to break free from his grip. He raised his hand to test the temperature on his forehead: "You have a fever."
It’s so hot that it’s scalding my hands.
Adrian Fu himself didn't feel anything, so he raised his hand and touched it: "It's not hot?"
Nolan Yan: "You were touching my hand."
Adrian Fu used the back of his head as a fulcrum, turned over, and faced him sideways, saying nonchalantly: "It's okay... Just go back and get some sleep."
However, on the way from the palace to the Yan residence, the hidden injuries that had not been cured and the coldness caused by the rain all flared up at once, and the disease was fierce. Coupled with the mental overdraft and mental exhaustion, Adrian Fu had a fever and was a little unconscious. When he got off the car, he was completely unconscious and could not be awakened no matter how he was called. Nolan Yan had no choice but to carry him all the way in.
The servants all looked straight ahead and dared not make a sound. Nolan Yan was strict in his rule, and the servants were much more skillful than the old, weak, and disabled people in the mansion. In just a few moments, they prepared the bathtub with hot water, and also prepared clothes and blankets, and invited the two to take a bath.
Nolan Yan was not confident in letting others do it, so he undressed Adrian Fu himself. The soaked white clothes stuck to his body, revealing his slender body. Unfortunately, Nolan Yan could not think of anything romantic at the moment, as all his attention was on Adrian Fu's legs.
The layers of bandages were soaked with blood, which was not obvious because of the red clothes just now, but now it was really shocking. Nolan Yan leaned over and picked him up, bent his legs, and carefully put him into the wooden barrel filled with hot water. The overflowing water poured all over him, but he didn't care about the embarrassment: "Marquis... Adrian Fu?"
His fingers accidentally brushed across Adrian Fu's neck, and all his black hair was pushed to the other side, revealing a light scar next to the artery. The location was so dangerous that it was frightening. If it was a little deeper, I'm afraid this person would not be lying in the bathtub in good condition.
Nolan Yan only realized today how many scars Adrian Fu had, some old and some new, that had never been seen by anyone but were recorded in history, all engraved behind the years when he was young and had been crowned a marquis and was full of vigor and vitality.
He suddenly understood what Adrian Fu meant by "feeling too bad".
If he had never trusted the emperor and had never taken the world into his heart, why would he carry heavy armor and go to the battlefield again and again? Couldn't the protection of the three dukes protect a wealthy young master who lived a life of luxury?
Nolan Yan called a servant in from outside and pointed at Marquis Jingning in the bathtub: "Watch him carefully, don't let him fall into the water."
There was a screen in the bathroom, separating two spaces. Nolan Yan went around to the other side, quickly rinsed, wrung out his long hair with a towel, put a hairpin on his head, changed his clothes and returned to Adrian Fu. The servant had never seen him care so much about anyone before, and was secretly surprised.
Adrian Fu's mind was in a state of confusion due to the fever. Only a part of his consciousness was still clear. He felt like he had suddenly fallen from a cold rainy day into warm water. He felt so comfortable that he was drowsy. But after a while, someone suddenly helped him up. A familiar voice said in his ear: "Put out your hands and hold my neck tightly."
The scent of agarwood wafts slowly into the air, somewhat alluring in an indescribable way.
Adrian Fu stretched out his arms towards him as if he was bewitched. The man holding his shoulders exerted a little force, and with the sound of "splashing" water, he was carried out of the water.
The moment his body left the warm water, the coldness swept over him from all directions. Adrian Fu seemed to be thrown back into the desolate world of cold wind and rain. He groaned incoherently and struggled subconsciously, trying to curl himself up into a ball.
Nolan Yan almost fell into the water because of his sudden force. Before she could get angry, she saw his movements clearly and quickly spread out a blanket to wrap him up: "It's okay, don't move. Are you still cold?"
Adrian Fu muttered something, but Nolan Yan didn't hear it clearly, so he moved closer: "Hmm?"
Adrian Fu stopped talking, and slowly stretched his arms and legs in the warm blanket, but his brows were still furrowed, as if he was trying his best to endure. Nolan Yan tried to figure out his expression and asked tentatively: "Does it hurt anywhere?"
Adrian Fu made a vague sound from his throat. Nolan Yan originally wanted to help him put on his clothes, but now he dared not move at all, for fear of touching his hidden injuries. At this moment, someone came to report that Shen Yice had arrived, so Nolan Yan moved him and the blanket to the bedroom.
When Shen Yice saw him coming in with someone in his arms, with his hair loose and no clothes on, he almost popped his eyes out: "This, this, this..."
"Forget about that. It's Marquis Jingning," Nolan Yan put Adrian Fu on his bed, "He knelt in the rain for about an hour and just fainted from fever. Can you see if he can be saved?"
Shen Yice felt that Jingning Hou had been appearing more frequently recently, but he didn't think too much about it. While checking Adrian Fu's pulse, he said, "What's going on? He can't even walk, so why did he kneel in the rain? Sir, you were also caught in the rain just now? Ask them to boil a bowl of ginger soup."
Nolan Yan waved his hands in annoyance, not wanting to mention that trivial matter.
Shen Yice was very perceptive. He stopped asking questions and concentrated on taking the pulse of Adrian Fu's two hands. He then lifted the blanket and looked at Adrian Fu's legs. He wrote three notes and asked someone to prepare medicine. He washed his hands with strong liquor and changed the bandage on Adrian Fu's leg.
Nolan Yan frowned and asked, "He just cried out in pain, could he have other injuries?"
Shen Yice suspected that the autumn rain had damaged the brain of the Qipchaq envoy, and patiently explained: "Kneeling on the ground for an hour, even the strongest knees can't stand it, not to mention that his knee bones are broken. Moreover, the wound will be swollen and painful when soaked in water, and -" He pointed out the window, "Jingning Hou and other people who came back from the battlefield are most afraid of this kind of weather outside. I guess he has a lot of old injuries. To be honest, if it were an ordinary person, he would have rolled on the ground by now with this kind of pain."
Nolan Yan sighed softly, "No one can be as good as him."
He went to the battlefield without even being crowned, fought for a lot of honors, guarded the peace in the northern border for several years, dodged countless arrows, but could not avoid a knife from behind.
To be honest, when Emperor Alexander Yuan proposed that he take over the Northern Yan Iron Cavalry, Nolan Yan was indeed tempted for a moment. Although the Flying Dragon Guard was powerful, it was almost cursed by the whole court. No matter how noble the Imperial Guard was, it was not a good place to make achievements.
Who among the men of today has not dreamed of riding the Northern Yan cavalry like Adrian Fu, galloping across the battlefield and crushing the invading enemies? Who has not thought about how I would realize my ambitions and what achievements I would make if it were me?
But can one secure the position of commander-in-chief of the Northern Yan Army simply by being lucky?
Nolan Yan knew that he could not replace Adrian Fu, and there would never be another Adrian Fu in the world, but unfortunately Emperor Alexander Yuan did not understand.
The Great Wall was never destroyed by foreign enemies, but was first dismantled by our own people, bricks and tiles falling apart.
"Sir," Shen Yice quickly changed Adrian Fu's medicine while he was lost in thought, and stood up and said, "Although you may not be willing to worry about this, I am a doctor and I still have to say a few words. Jingning Hou's injury may leave him with a lifelong illness. He has had two fevers, each one more dangerous than the last. His body can no longer withstand any more torment."
"Although you don't like him, he is a hero after all. If you can help him, don't let him struggle alone. At least don't let him kneel in the rain for an hour like today happen again."
Nolan Yan's expression showed no emotion, he just asked, "I remember you weren't very familiar with Adrian Fu, and I've never seen you speak for any patient before."
"Just think of it as me meddling in other people's business," Shen Yice put the utensils on the table back into the medicine box and closed it. "I don't have any friendship with the Marquis, but sometimes I feel that as long as the Marquis of Jingning is alive and well, the capital will be safe, and Han people like us won't have to struggle to survive under the iron hoofs of the barbarians."
Nolan Yan then remembered that Shen Yice was born in Xuanfu, a place that had been occupied by the Eastern Tatars and was later recaptured by the Northern Yan cavalry.
He did not reply, but stood up to see Shen Yice out. The two of them walked silently through the winding corridors, and when they reached the main courtyard, Shen Yice paused, bowed to Nolan Yan and said goodbye: "Sir, please stay."
"Jizhi," Nolan Yan called him, his eyes dark, "Adrian Fu's injury...how confident are you that you can get him back on his feet?"
Shen Yice smiled bitterly: "Sir, you think too highly of me."
"Speak the truth," Nolan Yan said, "Don't hold back. I want to hear the truth."
Shen Yice hesitated for a long time before he said cautiously, "Only 10% to 20%. It's easy to connect broken bones, but the tendons and veins will be damaged, especially since half of his knee bone is broken. It may take three to five years to recover, not to mention the money and medicine. The key is to have someone to take care of him. But even so, it may not be successful."
But having a glimmer of hope is always better than being helpless.
Nolan Yan nodded and made a decision: "In this case, starting from tomorrow, Jingning Hou's injury will be handed over to you. If you need treatment or medicine, come to my house."
Shen Yice was surprised: "Sir?!"
"Don't be surprised. You will know this sooner or later," Nolan Yan said calmly, "Just now, His Majesty has issued an imperial decree to grant marriage to Marquis Jingning and me."
A bolt of thunder rolled down from the sky, and Doctor Shen stood there frozen in place, stunned.
A moment later, a shocking cry broke out from the main courtyard of Yan's mansion: "Is the emperor crazy?!"
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