Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 125

What happened next,

 

Wu Jing could not see clearly.

 

He fell into a daze, and for a moment, his nose seemed to catch a faint, delicate scent of floating golden cheeks, mixed with a bitter medicinal smell, and… an odd, rusty scent.

 

It was the first time Wu Jing had smelled such a scent.

 

He didn’t have time to think about what it was.

 

He instinctively followed the familiar faint fragrance, walking through the empty space ahead. Before reaching his destination, he felt as if someone was watching him from a distance.

 

Hidden in the whiteness,

 

He couldn’t see his own reflection.

 

He just glanced once,

 

And it was indeed just a glance.

 

“Nephew? How did you fall asleep in the chair?”

 

“Are you this tired?”

 

Wu Jing suddenly came back to his senses, opening his eyes in confusion. In front of him was a woman in her thirties, dressed in a white lab coat, bending over to look at him. She had a low ponytail but looked very clean and neat.

 

He mumbled, “Aunt?”

 

The middle-aged woman, who seemed to have just finished surgery and came after a quick cleanup, had a strong smell of disinfectant and a hint of blood.

 

Wu Jing suddenly widened his eyes slightly, realizing what the smell he had encountered in the dream was—blood.

 

Was he injured?

 

Was that dream real or not?

 

Or rather, in the past six months, was he also dreaming? Could he really return? Could he still see that person?

 

Why did he look so unwell?

 

Had his condition worsened again?

 

His complexion was so pale, and his voice sounded lacking in cheer, which suggested that he might be ill again. It seemed like a long time had passed over there.

 

Was he… looking for him?

 

But what did the secret guard mean by “Your Majesty”?

 

Wu Jing’s heart was in turmoil, and he started to daze again. After being called a few times, he gradually came back to his senses.

 

His aunt looked at him with concern, “Your mother said you’ve been going to the hospital every day for psychological consultations. I thought she was joking. Xiao Jing… were you really asking for your friend?”

 

Wu Jing weakly nodded, “Really.” After a while, he regained his energy and swore, “If I’m lying, I’m a puppy.”

 

His aunt laughed, “Alright, alright. The psychological consultation room at the far corner of the third floor is available. Just the other day, a psychologist who returned from studying abroad came. I’ll have her talk to you.”

 

Wu Jing nodded, ready to leave, but was called back, “What’s your friend’s illness?”

 

“He has bipolar disorder.”

 

“Right… Compared to others, it seems a bit different. Both the depressive and manic phases are quite rational, though emotions are somewhat uncontrollable. The symptoms… didn’t seem severe before, but I’m not sure how it is recently.”

 

“He’s taking medication… but it’s all traditional Chinese medicine.”

 

“I… I don’t know what the prescription is.”

 

“I can ask about what medications are needed for treatment. Can I get some to take home?”

 

If there’s a chance to bring it over, it would be great.

 

The female doctor in front of Wu Jing had a serious expression, “That’s against hospital regulations. It’s definitely not allowed. Medications for this are strictly controlled, and prescriptions need to be precise.”

 

“Instead, bring your friend here when you have time for a detailed examination. Only then can we decide what medication to prescribe.”

 

Wu Jing was stunned, deflated, “He… isn’t here, so he probably can’t come.”

 

The female doctor said, “Not here? I’m in the country this month. Let’s see when you can come by.”

 

“It’s not that, he…” Wu Jing didn’t know what to say, only feeling a bit sad as he lowered his eyes, becoming dispirited again. “Doctor, could you at least give a rough idea?”

 

“…Medications for bipolar disorder are mainly divided into four types: one for long-term use to stabilize mood, one for sleep to ensure normal sleep patterns, one for antidepressants during prolonged depressive phases, and medications used during manic episodes…”

 

Wu Jing took out his memo pad and diligently wrote down each word, “If replaced with traditional Chinese medicine, what would the ingredients be…”

 

The doctor paused, “Sorry, this is not in my area of expertise—”

 

“……”

 

Until noon, Wu Jing finally left the psychological consultation room. He went upstairs to politely say goodbye to his aunt but learned that she was still in the operating room. He sent a message saying he was done and left, planning to take his aunt to a new restaurant next time.

 

He then got into the family car and went to the mall to enjoy some good food.

 

The day he returned was very happy. It was his familiar environment, and he could see his parents again, along with enjoying phone ice cream, hotpot, barbecue, and desserts…

 

But the longer he stayed, the more uneasy he felt.

 

He feared he might never see that person again.

 

But when it came time to leave, he didn’t want to. He was afraid his parents would be sad. Now that he knew there would be a new little life in the family, he felt like a heavy stone in his heart had suddenly been lifted.

 

He was still reluctant, but he could be reassured.

 

Wu Jing now found the hotpot and barbecue tasteless, filled himself, and went home. He changed into his pajamas and collapsed on the bed, reviewing his memo pad.

 

Maybe he should see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor tomorrow?

 

He looked and looked, feeling a deep drowsiness inexplicably, perhaps due to the warmth of the heating and the coziness of the bedding.

 

He missed him so much.

 

Hoping to dream of him again,

 

He drifted off to sleep.

 

It felt like a long time, or perhaps just a short while, Wu Jing only remembered that in his drowsiness, he seemed to smell the familiar faint fragrance, groggily opened his eyes, and saw a tall figure standing at a distance.

 

In the next moment of eye contact, through his blurred vision, it seemed that person confirmed something before walking over.

 

He fell back asleep.

 

In his daze, he felt himself being gently held, as if getting into a carriage, the carriage moving gently, and then he was fully immersed in sleep.

 

He didn’t know how long he had slept when he was woken up by a soft call.

 

“Wu Wu?”

 

“Why aren’t you awake yet?”

 

The youth in Ning Qinghong’s arms seemed to shift slightly, mumbling a few incoherent words, changing direction, and burying himself further into the embrace. He clung to the other person’s arm, rubbing his face against the smooth sleeve, and without opening his eyes, found a comfortable position, cuddling up and wanting to fall back to sleep.

 

Wu Jing vaguely heard a soft laugh in his ear. Suddenly, he found it hard to breathe through his nose, so he groggily opened his eyes and instinctively tried to push away the hand that was disturbing him.

 

He looked in bewilderment and realized that someone was gently pinching his nose. The youth stared blankly, gazing at the person in front of him.

 

He stared for a long, long time,

 

Holding his breath.

 

Ning Qinghong asked softly, “What’s wrong? After three months, can Wu Wu not recognize his brother?”

 

Wu Jing came back to his senses in a daze, somewhat incredulous as he looked down at himself, then glanced around, and finally, with disbelief, touched the person in front of him with his thin fingers. He pinched himself to confirm he wasn’t dreaming and stammered, “I… I’m back?”

 

“What three months?”

 

“Brother?”

 

Wu Jing was incoherent, dazed, and moved closer, “Brother?”

 

Ning Qinghong responded with a soft “Hmm?”

 

The youth’s eyes instantly turned red, his eyelids moistened in an instant. Like a fledgling bird, he buried himself tightly in the embrace, pressing his face against the other’s shoulder, trying hard to stifle his sobs, but tears still flowed down uncontrollably.

 

He sniffled and sobbed.

 

Ning Qinghong sighed lightly, “Why are you crying?”

 

Wu Jing shook his head with difficulty, “I… I missed you… I thought I’d never see you again.”

 

“Are you sick again?”

 

“Is brother looking for me?”

 

“Have you been waiting for me for a long time? I heard it’s been three months, hasn’t it?”

 

“I only just passed three days there.”

 

“Does brother miss me very much too?”

 

“Are you as scared as I am, afraid we might never see each other again?”

 

Wu Jing cried so much that his nose was blocked.

 

Ning Qinghong gently patted his back, “Of course I missed Wu Wu.” He paused, “At first, there was some fear.”

 

“Wu Wu is so…”

 

He paused, omitting a word.

 

“…Makes me worried.” Ning Qinghong chose a more gentle expression and smiled, “I was worried Wu Wu might not have enough to eat or wear, and might be bullied.”

 

“Knowing that Wu Wu is doing well, without illness or disaster…”

 

“Then I wasn’t so anxious anymore.”

 

“I would always find a way to see you.”

 

His voice was very soft and his tone a bit淡。

 

But Wu Jing didn’t notice, still sniffling. The more he was comforted, the harder he cried, repeatedly asking to be soothed.

 

“Wu Wu, stop crying? Hmm?”

 

“In the future, brother won’t let such things happen again.”

 

Wu Jing nodded vaguely, feeling the gentle kiss on his ear and neck. His tears fell freely, and he tilted his head up with blurred vision.

 

The youth was obedient and proactive, saying, “Brother… kiss… kiss here.”

 

He struggled to speak smoothly,

 

But still wanted to be close.

 

Ning Qinghong smiled softly and kissed him, saying “Okay.”

 

Wu Jing felt sticky from the kiss, swallowing tears along with saliva, “Brother…”

 

“Is brother injured?”

 

He vaguely remembered and asked.

 

Wu Jing’s nose still carried a faint smell of blood, but the floating golden fragrance was too strong. Now he realized, he turned his face away in panic, trying to avoid the kisses, stubbornly sniffing the person’s body with his nose, while wiping away the tears that kept falling.

 

After a moment, he detected the source.

 

While crying, he tried to pull apart the loose clothing of the person and saw that there was a thick bandage wrapped around the left side of the chest.

 

Wu Jing stood there stunned, hearing the other’s very light voice in his ear, “Just took some blood.”

 

The tone was nonchalant, as if it didn’t matter.

 

Ning Qinghong kissed the youth’s brows and laughed softly, “Why did you stop crying just to start again?”

 

Wu Jing bit his lip tightly, trying to hold back, but due to the difficulty of breathing through his nose, he began to cry in gasps through his mouth.

 

“Sorry…”

 

“Sorry.”

 

Wu Jing covered his eyes with the back of his hand. After wiping them, new tears fell, “It’s all my fault, wu—”

 

He was almost overwhelmed with guilt.

 

“It’s all because of me…”

 

“Sorry—”

 

Before he could finish his apology, the other person sighed and kissed him again.