Chapter 4 Treating Prince Ye’s Wounds in the Space

Chapter 4: Treating Prince Ye's Wounds in Her Space

It didn't matter whether the new bed arrived tonight or not; she had already placed Luo Junhe on the hospital bed in her space hospital and hooked him up to a ventilator and an EKG monitor.

The man's condition was even more severe than Ji Yuntang had imagined. While helping him change clothes, tears welled up in her eyes despite herself.

His body below the neck was covered in a crisscrossing web of wounds—some old scars from the battlefield, others gaping fresh wounds. There were burns of varying sizes on his back and legs, all blackened and infected.

The worst was his legs. The muscles had atrophied, and prolonged inactivity had caused sores to develop on his thighs. His undergarments were stained with dried blood, fused to his skin by a crust of blood, waste, and urine, giving off an unspeakably foul stench.

In her previous life, Ji Yuntang had often treated soldiers' wounds in the military, but none as severe as Luo Junhe.

There were too many wounds, which made treating him a challenge.

The black, necrotic flesh had to be cut away with a scalpel, disinfected with iodine, and then coated with her specially formulated epidermal growth factor ointment. Ji Yuntang didn't dare move him too much, working with painstaking care.

"Hmm..." As if in too much pain, the man let out a low groan of agony from the hospital bed, and his body shuddered.

Ji Yuntang immediately put down the scalpel she was using to remove the necrotic flesh and comforted him in a gentle voice, "Your Highness Prince Ye, don't be afraid. I'm here to help you."

In his dream, Luo Junhe saw himself in silver armor, fighting enemies on the battlefield. The ground was littered with piles of corpses, blood staining the earth red, like a living hell.

The scene shifted, and he found himself trapped in a sea of fire. The raging flames scorched his body, but he couldn't make a sound.

Despair, helplessness, and pain flooded Luo Junhe's heart.

Maybe it would be better to just die like this?

Just as he was about to give up struggling, a gentle voice suddenly broke through the shackles and entered his mind, as gentle and sweet as a Jiangnan drizzle.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here to help you."

Instantly, it extinguished all the flames on his body.

Luo Junhe shuddered. Was he dreaming?

But why did the woman's voice sound so real?

He'd had this dream a hundred times before. Each time, he was either burned alive in the fire or pierced by countless arrows on the battlefield.

No matter how he struggled, it was futile.

But why this time did he feel a sense of relief he'd never felt before?

Was he really about to die?

As Luo Junhe wavered, the woman's gentle voice sounded again.

"With me here, you won't die."

Luo Junhe was shocked. He finally realized.

This wasn't a dream!

There really was someone speaking by his ear.

Ji Yuntang noticed that Luo Junhe had truly calmed down under her soothing words. She continued to whisper in his ear.

"Relax, don't be tense. I am your princess consort. I won't harm you."

His princess consort?

Had he been married off again?

But he was practically a useless cripple now. Why would they make him marry again, bringing misfortune to another family's daughter?

Luo Junhe's feelings were complex.

He couldn't move his body, and he couldn't see, but his perception hadn't weakened in the slightest.

Before this, his imperial father and mother had already arranged four marriages for him.

Those four women, upon seeing him for the first time, either screamed in terror or stared at him with looks of disgust as if he were filth.

They cursed him, calling him an ugly monster, a useless cripple, saying someone in his state might as well die!

They completely lacked the restraint and cultivation expected of well-bred ladies.

Only Ji Yuntang, upon seeing him, neither cried nor made a fuss, remaining utterly calm.

Luo Junhe suddenly wanted to open his eyes and see her, to see what kind of person she really was.

But soon, a wave of drowsiness washed over him, and he fell unconscious again.

"Your Highness Prince Ye, have a good sleep."

Ji Yuntang gave Luo Junhe an injection of anesthesia and continued to carefully remove the necrotic flesh from his body.

She fetched spiritual spring water from her space to wash away the bloodstains from his body. Then, after applying medicine with a cotton swab, she bandaged the wounds with gauze.

Over the course of the night, Ji Yuntang only managed to clean and treat the areas on his chest and neck.

After finishing this, Ji Yuntang went to the supermarket in her space and fetched several packs of adult diapers and incontinence pads.

As soon as she took off his pants, a foul odor assaulted her senses. Ji Yuntang found that Luo Junhe had wet himself again.

There was no other way; she had to help him change into another set of clean clothes.

She also placed the incontinence pads and diapers under Luo Junhe.

The wall clock chimed eight times. Ji Yuntang carried Luo Junhe out of her space. She scanned the room—the furnishings were exactly the same as the previous night, with no changes at all.

No one had sent them a bed yet.

That Ice Stone Bed was definitely no longer fit for anyone to sleep on. Due to the presence of ice all year round, the bedding, pillows, and clothes in Luo Junhe's room were too damp to be used.

Ji Yuntang could only carry him out, planning to find a dry room first.

Just as she stepped out the door, she saw a hulking, dark-complexioned man walking towards her, blocking her path.

"Princess Consort, it's time for His Highness to expel the fire poison. Where are you taking him?"

Ji Yuntang looked at him. The man was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, a full two heads taller than her. He held two large buckets of ice in his hands and was glaring at her menacingly.

"His Highness no longer needs to expel the fire poison, and you don't need to bring any more ice."

Ji Yuntang's voice remained as cold as ever. "Have someone prepare a clean room for His Highness. We won't be staying here anymore."

The man sneered. "That's not for you to decide, Princess Consort. If His Highness goes even a day without bathing in ice water and something happens to his health, this petty person cannot bear the responsibility."

"If you know what's good for you, Princess Consort, release His Highness right now, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Ji Yuntang's eyes went ice-cold, and she clutched Luo Junhe closer. "And if I don't?"

"Princess Consort, you leave me no choice!"

After saying this, the man put down the buckets and threw a punch at Ji Yuntang's face, the fist cutting through the air with a sharp whistle.

Ji Yuntang bent slightly at the waist and dodged to the side.

Hand-to-hand combat was her forte, but at this moment, she dared not make large movements for fear of injuring Luo Junhe in her arms.

Ji Yuntang never expected a servant in Prince Ye's mansion to be so bold—not only disregarding her but also showing no respect for Luo Junhe, the prince himself.

She wasn't one to take bullying lying down, and since someone had delivered themselves to her doorstep, Ji Yuntang saw no reason not to teach him a lesson.

With a flick of her wrist, three silver needles shot from her fingertips toward the man's face.

The man sneered disdainfully. Just three silver needles, and she thought she could harm him, Chen Hu?

But the next second, his smile froze on his face.

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