Peasant Woman's Decreed Life as a Wife

Chapter 1604: Chapter 1601 Failure

The rare urge to get drunk surfaced, but he quickly suppressed it.

He couldn’t let personal matters impact official duties.

The next morning, early.

Lu Sangqi came to change the dressing for Chu Heng.

Ye Muyu held Nuanbao and went to the adjacent playroom to accompany Nuanbao, while Su Mei waited outside the nearby door, ready to relay any news.

Inside the room.

Lu Sangqi took out the medical kit.

The required instruments were arranged nearby.

He sat on a low stool next to him, and once Chu Heng was seated, he reached out to untie the gauze around his waist.

As layer after layer of gauze was removed, revealing a large scar on the waist and abdomen, Lu Sangqi examined it: “Your recovery ability is slightly better than before, but the wound is still a bit inflamed. I need to disinfect and apply medication again, or you’ll remain in a state of low fever.”

“If it’s not treated well, your wound will fester, and then we’ll have to cut the flesh.”

Chu Heng responded with a hum: “I trust in your skills, it won’t come to the point of cutting flesh.”

“Ha, you really do trust me, aren’t you afraid I’ll take revenge and refuse to medicate you properly?” Lu Sangqi said this intentionally, clearly trying to provoke him.

Chu Heng raised his eyes to look at him, his voice still very calm: “You won’t.”

Seeing that he genuinely wasn’t worried at all, Lu Sangqi didn’t know what to say, but then realized this was just his nature. Grinding his teeth, he said: “Alright, stop flattering me, I don’t buy it. Let’s start. I’ll disinfect you first, then apply the medicine.”

With that, he took out the prepared items.

As the medicine touched the wound, Chu Heng’s face turned pale, and gradually, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and the muscles in his waist and abdomen uncontrollably trembled.

From beginning to end, not a single sound of pain escaped him.

Lu Sangqi felt a bit guilty, “Do you really not need painkillers?”

“Didn’t you say that painkillers cause dependency?” Chu Heng leaned listlessly against the soft pillow, responding absent-mindedly. Even when the pain reached its peak, he could control his facial expressions, with only his body’s muscles reflexively responding.

“Yes, they do, but since you’re not really busy now, using a bit is fine.” Lu Sangqi pouted, originally intending not to mention painkillers, hoping to see Chu Heng voluntarily show weakness and request them. He had never seen Chu Heng show weakness, secretly wishing he would exhibit it then and there.

Who would have thought, Chu Heng didn’t ask, even when the medication application was halfway through, and his body couldn’t handle the intense reaction, he still didn’t speak up.

Although Lu Sangqi was reluctant to admit it, he was inwardly impressed.

“No need.” Chu Heng refused, casually wiping the sweat from his forehead, appearing as composed as ever: “Using too much painkiller will weaken one’s determination, which is not a good thing.”

“You’re a civil official, why are you training self-control, even military generals don’t have your level of self-control.” Lu Sangqi couldn’t help but retort.

Chu Heng shook his head gently: “If I possess a bit more strength, my opponents will be that much more cautious of me.”

“Speaking of which, you still have too few usable subordinates. Look at how Duke Zheng used to operate, he never had to personally intervene, just instructed his subordinates.” Lu Sangqi shook his head, disapproving of his habit of handling everything personally.

Chu Heng’s reading motion didn’t pause, his voice calm, yet the words he spoke carried deep meaning: “Therefore, Duke Zheng also had many dilemmas. He could control the turbidity of his own pond, but the more water there is, the more fish there are.”