sbdcsierra Chapter 497 Giving Him Acupuncture
Chapter 497 Giving Him Acupuncture
Sikong Jin nodded, and without stopping, lifted the curtain and went inside, asking, "How is General Ji?"
"General Ji's internal injuries are very serious, and it seems that his internal organs have been damaged. He is not yet fully conscious. I can only prescribe some medicine for him to take by decoction."
The military doctor said somewhat gravely.
Sikong Jin listened, her face darkening slightly. She strode toward the bed and saw Ji Wuge lying motionless on it. He looked pale and haggard, his once handsome face now noticeably thinner, his features almost unrecognizable.
Sikong Jin frowned, realizing that Ji Wuge's condition was very bad. She took a breath and quickly sat down by the bed, taking Ji Wuge's hand and carefully taking her pulse. Before long, her delicate eyebrows were furrowed.
"How is Brother Ji? Brother Jin?"
Xing Fuhua caught up from behind, looking anxiously at Sikong Jin, and then at Ji Wuge, who lay unconscious on the bed.
Sikong Jin put Ji Wuge's hand back, staring at Ji Wuge's lifeless handsome face for a long while with a somewhat desolate gaze, before sighing, "It's worse than I imagined. Such severe internal injuries, and it's amazing that it's dragged on for so many days. It's not easy to have held on until now."
"What do we do now? It's all because of me. If it weren't for saving me, Brother Ji and the Ji family wouldn't have been implicated. I..."
Xing Fuhua couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and a pale face appeared on her beautiful face.
Seeing this, Sikong Jin could only take a breath, raise her hand to pat her shoulder, and comfort her, "Alright, Hua'er, you don't need to blame yourself. Even if it weren't for you, Xing Qiyu would have found an excuse to attack the Ji family. You are just an excuse. If he wants to do it, he can find any excuse he wants."
“Brother Jin, is there any way you can save Brother Ji? No matter what, Brother Ji was injured because of me. After Father… after Father’s tragic death, I… I was so helpless. At that time, I thought… I wanted to follow Father… Brother Ji always thought we… actually wanted to see you, Brother Jin…”
After enduring much for so long, Xing Fuhua finally couldn't help but feel vulnerable. She gently bit her pink lips and looked at Sikong Jin with a restrained gaze, her eyes sparkling like the shimmering light of a diamond.
Sikong Jin looked at her and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. After thinking for a moment, she couldn't help but reach out and take Xing Fuhua's small hand, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, Hua'er, I should have come back earlier. It was my dereliction of duty not to protect you."
Xing Fuhua smiled bitterly, shook her head, then withdrew her small hand and quietly looked at Sikong Jin. "No, Brother Jin, you don't actually owe me anything. I've thought it all through. In fact, you've had a harder time than any of us. Those things weren't what you wanted in the first place. Back when you were still under house arrest by the Emperor, I secretly told myself that as long as you could come back, no matter how much I suffered, I would forgive you."
"In my heart, you will always be that great hero Sikong Jin, the invincible Commander Sikong who overcame all obstacles, the husband that Hua'er can be proud of. Even now... now, you have become Sister Jin, but the deepest impression you have left in my heart will never change. In the past eighteen years, you have been my proud Brother Jin, and in the many eighteen years to come, you will definitely be the Sister Jin that Hua'er feels the closest to... So, you really don't need to feel this way. I've come to terms with it. No matter what, I hope you can be happy."
Xing Fuhua struggled for so long before finally pouring out all the thoughts that had been on her mind these past few days.
Although it's very sad, this is undoubtedly the best choice.
She didn't want her brother Jin to feel guilty or sad. No matter what, the beautiful memories he left her were something she could only cherish.
As Sikong Jin listened, she felt an overwhelming pang of tenderness in her heart.
What a silly girl!
Now that she has nothing left, how much courage and strength does it take for her to do this?
Thinking of this, Sikong Jin took a light breath and nodded, saying, "I know, thank you, Hua'er! You are always so understanding, which makes me... makes me feel sorry for you. But don't worry, after the war is over, I will ask His Majesty to bestow upon you the title of Princess, and you will come with me. I will find a way to find you the best husband."
Xing Fuhua listened, then smiled and shook her head, saying with relief, "With Brother Jin's words, Hua'er is content. I don't care about being a princess or anything like that. Now, I only hope that Brother Jin can be happy, and that Brother Ji can wake up safely."
As Xing Fuhua spoke, she looked at Ji Wuge on the bed, her brows furrowed with worry.
Sikong Jin stared at Xing Fuhua for a while, her eyes flickering, before she smiled and said, "Don't worry, although the injury is quite serious, it's not hopeless. Ji Wuge is a lucky guy, so you don't need to worry! Alright, help me get him up, and I'll treat his injuries!"
Sikong Jin smiled as she finished speaking, then reached into her sleeve, took out a roll of cloth, and unfolded it to reveal a row of slender silver needles.
"When did Brother Jin learn medicine?"
Xing Fuhua stared at Sikong Jin with some surprise and asked in confusion.
“Your brother Jin is skilled in many things. Come, help him up and take off his shirt. I’m going to give him acupuncture.”
Sikong Jin wasn't idle either. As she spoke, she bent down and pulled Ji Wuge to sit up, quickly stripping him naked. Xing Fuhua, being a young lady, had never seen anything like this before, especially being so close. Seeing this scene, she felt a bit awkward and turned her head away.
Sikong Jin looked at him, but only smiled and said nothing.
With her slender fingertips, Sikong Jin began to accurately insert the thin silver needles into Ji Wuge's various acupoints. In the blink of an eye, the major acupoints on Ji Wuge's shoulders, head, and body were all needled by Sikong Jin. Sikong Jin quickly sat behind him and began to use her internal energy to heal him.
Xing Fuhua didn't say anything, but silently stood guard to the side.
As Sikong Jin channeled her true energy into Ji Wuge, he began to sweat profusely, trembling slightly with alternating hot and cold sensations. Before long, he was drenched in sweat.