Peaceful Farm Life

Chapter 1009: Chapter 1010: Such a Headache

”You want to run away, don’t you?”

Meng Zhuqing froze on the spot. He really did want to run...

But Tobanya didn’t wait for his answer and simply said, ”Go ahead and run.”

Before Meng Zhuqing could revel in his relief, he saw Tobanya yank the sachet from her neck and also said, ”I don’t want to feel guilty. Since you don’t want me to take care of you, I can only let myself catch the plague as well.”

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhuqing was horrified and immediately gave in, ”County Princess, please put the sachet back on. This General will let you take care of him. Is that agreeable now?”

Tobanya had initially pretended to throw the sachet away, but upon hearing Meng Zhuqing’s capitulation, she leisurely put the about-to-be-thrown sachet back on her neck.

In fact, she had always wanted to wear the sachet around her waist, as wearing it around her neck looked ugly, but Princess Ke Anjing had said it was useless to hang it on the waist and it had to be close to the nose and mouth, hence she had kept wearing it this way.

Meng Zhuqing silently watched Tobanya for a long while before lying back down on the bed, turning his back to her.

He was dying, and yet here he was being distressed by this person... she really was...

Seeing that Meng Zhuqing had resignedly laid back down, still with his back to her, Tobanya’s lips curled into a sly smile of triumph.

She knew that he, always being the kind-hearted soul, would never stand by and watch her catch the plague just like himself.

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The night had just fallen when Gong Juechen learned that Meng Zhuqing had contracted the plague, but he still came to visit him.

Seeing Tobanya in Meng Zhuqing’s room, he first hesitated upon laying eyes on Tobanya’s face that outshone the beauty of heaven and earth, then approached the bed to talk with Meng Zhuqing.

Looking at the pustules on Meng Zhuqing’s body, Gong Juechen, uncharacteristically, did not make jokes at Meng Zhuqing’s expense, nor was he sharp-tongued, but instead kept insisting that Meng Zhuqing must drink the herbal medicine every day.

Whether the medicine was helpful or not, it had to be taken.

Perhaps the concoction he worked on might prove effective one day.

Gong Juechen entertained this hope as he urged Meng Zhuqing to take the medicine, wanting at all costs for him not to die.

Meng Zhuqing actually understood that Gong Juechen cared about him; touched by Gong Juechen’s rare earnestness in insisting that he take the medicine, Meng Zhuqing nodded and promised he would drink the herbal concoction.

But even if Gong Juechen hadn’t insisted, he would still have drunk it.

He hadn’t had his fill of life yet; if he could continue living, he still wanted to live on.

Leaving Meng Zhuqing’s room, Gong Juechen hesitated for a moment before going to Su Chengyu’s room, the Crown Prince.

Su Chengyu could be said to be at death’s door, unconscious and with nearly all the pustules on his body burst, emitting a foul stench that pervaded the whole room, rendering it a place one would never want to enter again after a single visit.

Yet Ke Anjing, Xiao Changyi, and Ning Wenxian did not shun him and kept visiting his room, and Ning Wenxian even stayed by the side of such a Su Chengyu’s bed.

At the moment, Ning Wenxian was still at Su Chengyu’s bedside, heart aching immensely as she watched the person on the bed, constantly wiping away her tears.

When Gong Juechen entered Su Chengyu’s room, Xiao Changyi and An Jing were also there, but before Gong Juechen left Su Chengyu’s room, Xiao Changyi and An Jing had already exited.

Gong Juechen, in the capacity of a doctor, examined Su Chengyu’s body, while the very faint sobbing of Ning Wenxian lingered in his ear, making his heart all the more heavy and pained.