Chapter 262: Chapter 110: A Guest in Wind and Snow_3
The handkerchief was of a woman’s style, a light blue one embroidered with hibiscus branches. Won’s personal handkerchiefs often carry the scent of fragrant powders or are perfud, yet this one rely had a faint herbal aroma, identical to the austere dicinal fragrance on Lu Tong.
Pei Yunng grasped the handkerchief and wiped the wound on his shoulder with the back of his hand.
The bloodstains were wiped off bit by bit, revealing the fierce wound. Lu Tong could see it clearly: the arrow wound stretched diagonally upwards—he must have been struck in the back.
After cleaning his wound, Pei Yunng set down the handkerchief and picked up the dicine bottle to sprinkle the powder on his shoulder. With one hand less convenient to use, half the powder fell on the wound and the rest on the floor.
Leaning against the table’s edge, Lu Tong watched his actions with a cold eye before suddenly speaking up, "Wasteful extravagance."
Pei Yunng: "..."
Feeling both irritated and amused, he said, "Doctor Lu, although we can hardly call each other friends, we are at least acquainted."
"Treating an injured person this way isn’t very nice."
Outside the window, the wind and snow grew heavier. The frigid wind opened the window even further, and a layer of white frost began accumulating on the eaves. Through the weak glow of the lantern, one could see the heavy snow dancing throughout the courtyard.
Under the flickering lamp in the room, the figure beneath the window was hazy. A snowflake drifted in through the crack in the window, landing on a tied-up lock of hair and quickly vanishing from sight.
Lu Tong stood up and walked behind Pei Yunng, taking the dicine bottle from his hands.
Pei Yunng was startled.
Lu Tong calmly said, "dical herbs are expensive, if you keep wasting them, you’ll have to pay fifty taels more to buy another bottle."
The ingredients in the dicine Pei Yunng held were not precious, but they were quite troubleso to make.
She always couldn’t stand to see others waste dicine.
Upon hearing this, Pei Yunng didn’t say anything. He simply turned his head and smiled, "Thank you, Doctor Lu."
Lu Tong stood behind Pei Yunng. His shoulders were broad, and the military garnt he wore outlined an impressively handso figure. His skin, unlike that of the frail and pale scholars, seed conditioned from years of martial training—firm with a balanced muscular texture, exuding strength.
Lu Tong placed one hand on his shoulder.
Pei Yunng’s body tensed slightly.
The next mont, Lu Tong lifted her hand, and with a "rip," she tore a large piece from the already torn black garnt, along with the flesh that had stuck to it because of the blood.
Pei Yunng drew in a sharp breath.
"It’s just a minor injury," said Lu Tong as she picked up the dicine bottle and evenly sprinkled it over his wound, "Why overreact, Marshal?"
Pei Yunng looked back, frowning at Lu Tong, "Is Doctor Lu settling personal scores?"
"Why would I?" Lu Tong replied as she put the stopper back in the bottle and placed it in Pei Yunng’s palm, smiling slightly, "Applying dicine can be painful. Lord Pei, don’t eschew treatnt over fear of discomfort."
Pei Yunng stared at her for a long while, then after a mont, with a self-deprecating nod, he said, "Alright, Doctor Lu has the final say."
Lu Tong’s eyes flickered slightly.
She had deliberately been heavy-handed to cause Pei Yunng pain, yet he was still able to converse with her amiably. His temperance was indeed first-rate.
The wound needed to be bandaged after applying the dicine. Lu Tong cut so white silk for bandaging from the dical box and went behind Pei Yunng to wrap the bandages for him.
Pei Yunng seed reluctant to have overly intimate contact with others, intentionally or unintentionally maintaining a slight distance. However, Lu Tong had no such concerns, reaching her hand around Pei Yunng’s shoulder and arm from behind to skillfully wrap the bandage.
Speaking of which, the wound on Pei Yunng’s shoulder wasn’t too deep, but there was another ferocious scar from a knife wound below the shoulder on his back, likely an old injury. Both the new and the old injuries together must have been hard to endure, but throughout the night, Pei Yunng hadn’t shown the slightest hint of pain.
Perhaps such injuries were trivial to him, or perhaps, he simply had the tolerance for it.
After trimming the edge of the bandaged white silk, Lu Tong casually asked, "Have you had an old injury here?"
Pei Yunng paused before answering, "Yes."
Lu Tong glanced at the old knife scar. It was very deep. She didn’t know who had sewn it up for him, but the stitching was a ss, just like her clumsy needlework as a child—hamr and tongs, crooked and uneven, branded on Pei Yunng’s back like a comical dark-red ink stain.
She said, "It looks as though an enemy sewed it for you."
The stitching was so bad it seed deliberately done.
On hearing this, Pei Yunng seed to rember sothing. The dimples by his lips beca more pronounced as he smiled, "You could say that. The doctor was a young girl, new to dicine, certainly not as good as you, but with a vengeful heart as strong as yours."
The oil lamp on the table was nearly spent. Lu Tong stood up to fetch another from the cabinet. While she poured in the oil, she asked, "What did you do to make her want revenge on you?"
Pei Yunng thought for a mont, "It wasn’t much, a few years ago I was being chased down and wounded in Su Nan; I hid in a pile of corpses behind the execution ground. There, I encountered a Little Thief who was stealing corpses."
"She saved
and treated my wounds, though sowhat reluctantly."
Lu Tong started, oil pouring over her hand as she forgot to strike a fla to light it.
In an instant, mories rushed in like a lightning bolt tearing through layers of snow, and distant images surfaced before her, illuminating the whirling snowflakes around her.
Pei Yunng, however, was unaware and glanced out the window.
In the snowy night of Shengjing, the faint light of a lamp by the window made the heavy snow falling outside seem endless, the eaves and ground adorned in frosted silver, blanketing the world in a desolate chill.
His voice was as light and quiet as the snow.
"On the day I t her, it was also snowing."
As if to punctuate his words, the whooshing snowflakes flew in through the window gap to the table, specks of frost falling into the lantern, casting a ripple tinged with a cold aura.
He turned toward Lu Tong and spoke with a smile.
"That was a heavy snow in Su Nan, rare to see in ten years."
Lu Tong abruptly raised her eyes.
In an instant, snowflakes covered the wick, and the last bit of light wobbled.
The candlelight went out.
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