The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Beloved Youngest Daughter-Chapter 479 - 478: Long Hair Tied to His Heart: Yu Wei Side Story (3)

Chapter 479: Chapter 478: Long Hair Tied to His Heart: Yu Wei Side Story (3)

"Alright!" Hua Hua bit her lip, unwillingly.

Clearly, her mistress hadn’t hurt anyone.

Why does the mistress have to take on this responsibility?

Over the years, the mistress has always taken on thankless tasks. Just now, she helped the eldest young lady conceal her secret outing, but ended up gaining nothing and was punished by the lady of the house.

So unfair! Yet, the eldest young lady didn’t even say a word to help her.

Really a thankless effort!

Hua Hua sighed deeply, utterly speechless.

Song Wei said, "Come and help me first. Let’s get him to the inn, then find a doctor to have a look. Once the doctor examines him and he’s fine, I’ll leave."

"Okay." Although Hua Hua was somewhat unwilling, she did not refuse.

The two of them managed to get Jun Yu into an inn and found a doctor to check Jun Yu’s condition.

Jun Yu was already gravely ill, hanging by a thread, and the fall dealt by Song Wei nearly took his life.

This doctor was well-known, quite skillful.

He performed acupuncture on Jun Yu, clearing the blocked blood vessels, and prescribed medicine to aid in his recovery.

The prescribed medicines were good, but very expensive.

Song Wei almost spent all her Silver to pay for the consultation and medication.

Hua Hua felt pained as she nagged beside, "Mistress, the lady of the house doesn’t even favor you; how hard it is for you to save Silver. Why spend it on a stranger and use up all your Silver Coin."

"Hua Hua..." Song Wei felt a headache, "Could you say less?"

She also felt the pinch, but as long as the money is spent wisely, it’s not wasted, and there’s no need to feel distressed.

Hua Hua puffed her cheeks, "I am worried for you, Mistress. Can’t."

Song Wei patted Hua Hua’s shoulder, "You heard what the doctor said. Even though this gentleman was already ill, his life hanging by a thread, my fall nearly ended him immediately. Rationally and emotionally, I should help him by having a doctor treat him."

"Mistress..." Hua Hua still disagreed with Song Wei.

Song Wei added, "Saving a life exceeds building a seven-tier pagoda."

"Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you." Hua Hua replied, "We’ll treat him, and we expect nothing in return, just hope he isn’t an ingrate."

"Alright, you go follow the doctor to get the medicine and tell the waiter to make some porridge." Song Wei said, "I’ll help this gentleman clean his face."

"Okay." Hua Hua said, "I’ll go now, Mistress be careful."

"Mm."

Hua Hua went to get the medicine with the doctor, while Song Wei cleaned Jun Yu’s face and noticed his robe was soaked and stained, so she decided to help him out of it.

His underclothes were also soaked.

Song Wei wanted to change him into something fresh but had no clothes at hand.

Luckily, there was a clothing store next door, and she exchanged her hairpin for a set of underclothes and trousers.

While feeling the pinch for the hairpin, she brought the clothes back.

At this moment, Jun Yu, having undergone some treatment, had improved internally and was awake, sitting up against the pillow.

Seeing Song Wei, he was somewhat surprised. Who was she? Why save him?

"You’re awake?" Song Wei happily placed the underclothes by the bedside, "Wait, I’ll get you some porridge. I’ve asked the waiter to make it, now that you’re awake, you can drink it while it’s hot."

Song Wei quickly went downstairs to get the porridge and brought it back to Jun Yu.

"Sir, I almost cost you your life, but rest assured, I will take responsibility." Song Wei said, stirring the steaming porridge with a spoon.

Jun Yu looked at her.

The woman had fair skin, almond-shaped eyes, a cherry-like mouth, and a slightly hooked nose; her looks were considered pleasing but not stunning.

However, her gentle speech was very pleasant to listen to.

Initially annoyed at being rescued, Jun Yu found his irritation subsiding somewhat upon hearing the girl’s soft voice.

He asked, "May I know your name?"

Song Wei looked at Jun Yu, "My name is Song Wei."

"Many thanks to Miss Song for saving me today." Jun Yu said, "Miss, you can leave now, I’m fine."

"How can you be fine?" Song Wei became anxious, "The doctor said your condition isn’t good. What was initially a minor illness has worsened significantly. If it persists, you might not survive."

Jun Yu didn’t respond, indifferent to life or death.

He didn’t care.

Song Wei asked, "Do you really not care about your life?"

Jun Yu remained silent, implying consent.

Song Wei continued, "There are so many people in the world who wish to live but cannot, and yet you... you... don’t want to live?"

Suddenly, Song Wei cried, speaking about her mother, "My mother passed away when I was three. I was so young then, and the lady of the house didn’t care for me. Do you know how much my mother wanted to live and protect me? But things didn’t go as one desires; she died despite all the medicine, unrescuable..."

"You just need to take medicine to live well now." Song Wei, "You can’t be like this, you need to live well."

Driven by instinct, Jun Yu uttered, "In this state, what’s the point of living?"

Song Wei understood the meaning behind Jun Yu’s words, his anguish over his ruined face stopping him from wanting to live.

She consoled, "Why not? You’re a man; even if your face is marred, you can join the military, achieve fame and success, create much value. You should not give up."

"It’s just a façade, doesn’t matter much. You shouldn’t have your ambitions destroyed because of it."

"Heh..."

Jun Yu let out a mocking laugh.

He wasn’t mocking Song Wei’s words, which were reasonable and well-spoken.

He was mocking himself.

He wasn’t strong enough, too cowardly to accept the anguish of his ruined face, couldn’t make sense of it, no matter what others said.

He didn’t want to live, truly. Even if he could create value and life held meaning, he didn’t want to live.

"Food is the priority, alright, stop thinking and eat porridge?" Song Wei scooped some porridge, bringing it to Jun Yu’s lips.

Jun Yu didn’t want to eat, preferring to die, but upon seeing the girl’s deep concern and care in her eyes, he involuntarily opened his mouth.

Just like that, Song Wei fed Jun Yu the whole bowl of porridge, one spoonful at a time.

After eating, Jun Yu’s stomach felt warm, and his body warmed greatly.

But he resisted these feelings of life slowly gathering, he still wanted to die.

"... I’ve finished the porridge, Miss Song can leave now?" Once she’s gone, perhaps he could continue his previous life of heading towards death?