nucmednet Chapter 243 The Girl in My Arms
Chapter 243 The Girl in My Arms
"Don't speak!" The girl suddenly opened her eyes wide, interrupting Yang Ling, as if afraid he would say something he shouldn't.
Yang Ling looked at her in confusion, but saw the girl make a shushing gesture to him.
Although he didn't understand why, he obediently kept quiet.
"Find a doctor for me right now! If you can't find one, I will hold you all responsible!"
A furious roar came from afar.
Upon hearing this, Yang Ling couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
So, the Emperor has gone mad?
The girl's expression changed, and a deep worry appeared in her eyes.
"I...I..." The girl's lips trembled, but she didn't speak in the end.
"What's wrong with her?" Yang Ling looked at her with a puzzled expression, a vague feeling that something was amiss.
"No...I can't...tell you..." the girl shook her head and refused, "Please, don't tell anyone..."
Yang Ling frowned, a very uncomfortable feeling rising in her heart.
He pondered for a moment, then said, "Since you won't tell me who you are, I'll bandage your wound first. As for the rest, we can talk about it when you're feeling better."
Yang Ling took off his cloak and covered the girl with it.
Then, he took his medicine box and helped the girl slowly walk to a stone bench to sit down.
"Thank you..." the girl said softly.
Yang Ling looked at her and asked, "What's your name?"
"I...I don't know..." the girl said through gritted teeth, her head lowered. "I have amnesia..."
Upon hearing this, Yang Ling was stunned: "You have amnesia?"
The girl nodded, a sorrowful expression on her face: "Yes, I've forgotten a lot of things."
Yang Ling pursed her lips, unsure of what to say.
This was too bizarre. He didn't believe the girl had really lost her memory; it seemed more like she was being controlled.
However, she didn't seem to be faking it.
Yang Ling thought for a moment and decided to ignore for now whether she was faking it or not, since the emperor didn't know who she was anyway.
Therefore, he said directly, "Don't worry, I'll take you back now."
"Mmm," the girl replied softly.
"Let's go." Yang Ling reached out and picked up the girl, then walked towards the carriage ahead.
The girl rested quietly on his shoulder, her eyes flickering for a moment before returning to calm.
After bringing the girl back to the capital, Yang Ling went directly to the Imperial Hospital.
He led the girl into the Imperial Hospital, then handed his medicine box to an old man and said, "Please bandage her up and check how bad her injuries are."
The old man took his medicine box and nodded.
"Alright, that's none of your business. You can go back now." The old man looked at Yang Ling, waved his hand, and said, "Get lost."
Yang Ling pursed her lips. "Fine, I'm leaving then."
Yang Ling turned to leave when the girl suddenly grabbed him.
Yang Ling turned her head and looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"My name is Yun Jin. May I ask your name?" The girl raised her head slightly and asked Yang Ling.
"You don't even know my name, so why do you know me?" Yang Ling asked, frowning.
Yun Jin paused for a moment before saying softly, "I feel very familiar with you, very close to you."
After saying that, she looked up at Yang Ling, her clear eyes filled with determination: "I will not forget you! I will definitely remember you!"
Yang Ling was stunned after hearing Yun Jin's words.
He said, somewhat amused and exasperated, "My name is Yang Ling. What about you? What are you doing here?"
"I don't know... I don't know who I am," the girl answered softly.
Yang Ling sighed and said nothing.
"Never mind, you've already remembered anyway." Yang Ling shrugged and said, "I'm leaving now, take care of yourself."
"Wait." Yun Jin grabbed Yang Ling's sleeve, her voice firm. "You saved me, and I want to repay your kindness! What do you need?"
Yang Ling was stunned. He looked at the hand gripping his sleeve, then looked down at the girl.
"You want to repay a debt of gratitude?"
"Yes, I want to repay your kindness! I want to stay by your side and take care of you!" The girl nodded firmly, looking at him with expectant eyes.
Yang Ling touched his nose. He couldn't very well say that he didn't need it at all, could he?
"Ahem... I still don't know your name..." Yang Ling scratched his head awkwardly and said, "How can I dare to take you in if you don't tell me?"
"Oh, my name is Yun Jin." The girl blinked and said in a clear voice, "My surname is Yun, and my name is Yun Jin."
Yang Ling nodded: "Okay, Yun Jin."
He thought for a moment and said, "Your injuries are quite serious. Let me treat you first."
"Ah."
Yang Ling took off his outer robe and draped it over Yun Jin before beginning to treat her.
He took out silver needles and inserted them into her acupoints to help stop the bleeding.
Yun Jin closed her eyes and let Yang Ling do as she pleased.
She felt Yang Ling's icy fingertips brush against her skin, as if an electric current had surged through her body, making her feel numb and almost unable to breathe.
After a while, Yang Ling stopped, pulled out the silver needles, and wiped them clean.
"Alright." Yang Ling disinfected the silver needles and put them back into her sleeve, saying, "Your wound isn't deep. I'll bandage it for you and you'll be fine."
"Thank you..." Yun Jin nodded gently, her face flushed. "If it weren't for you today, I'd probably be dead already."
"Don't mention it," Yang Ling said. "After all, this is my hometown, and it's my duty to help you in this situation."
He has always been kind-hearted, and he has never given up, no matter how difficult the circumstances.
Perhaps because of his noble status, he was in good physical condition. Therefore, after being bandaged, Yun Jin felt that he had regained a lot of strength.
"You should rest first," Yang Ling said. "I'll have a maid come and serve you later."
"Yes, thank you." Yun Jin nodded gently in thanks.
Yang Ling nodded slightly to her and then left.
After he stepped out of the room, he immediately summoned a palace maid.
"What are your orders, young master?" the young palace maid asked respectfully.
Yang Ling glanced at her and said indifferently, "Go find two nannies and maids."
"Yes, ma'am." The young palace maid nodded and hurried off to find someone.
Yang Ling turned to look out the window, pondering what Yun Jin had just said.
His parents only had him as their son, so if Yun Jin was telling the truth, then he was the only member of the royal bloodline.
However, he seemed to have no memory of Yun Jin.
Yang Ling frowned and muttered to herself.
He thought he needed to find out Yun Jin's background as soon as possible.
The main reason he came here this time was because her identity was not simple.
Although he wasn't sure who he was, he had a feeling that he would figure out his identity sooner or later.
A moment later, the young palace maid arrived with several matrons and maids.
Yang Ling sized up the group of women and said, "Choose one of these four matrons and two maids to stay with you. The rest of you can stay here."