Mo Jingyu didn't refuse, but he had trouble getting back to bed.
Chu Qingwan looked at the distance and asked him: "Can you move your legs a little?"
Mo Jingyu beat his knees twice: "I'll try my best."
Chu Qingwan then walked up to him, bent down and put his arms around his shoulders, and put one hand around his waist, asking him to put most of his weight on her.
Mo Jingyu used her to lend strength with one hand and supported the table with the other, and stood up slowly.
His legs have been disabled for five years. Although the muscles have not atrophied, they cannot support his body at all.
There was no feeling in his legs anymore than before, but he felt excruciating pain after just a little exertion, forcing him to fall back on the stool, almost causing Chu Qingwan to fall as well.
Mo Jingyu frowned in annoyance, feeling embarrassed by this useless look.
Chu Qingwan patted him on the shoulder and bent her lower lip at him: "Come again."
Her smile had a special magic power that could revive him in just a moment.
Mo Jingyu's Adam's apple rolled, and he caught a glimpse of the moonlight in the dim night.
The two tried again, but still failed, and the third time, still failed.
Chu Qingwan was sweating all over from being tortured, and finally got a little discouraged.
The atmosphere in the room was slightly stagnant. She scratched her chin and said seriously: "My lord, how about you lie flat on the ground and I drag you over like a corpse?"
Mo Jingyu saw that she was trying to ease his mood, so he smiled and said, "Does Doctor Chu treat other patients so cruelly and ruthlessly?"
Chu Qingwan waved his hands: "No, the prince is the only one."
Mo Jingyu raised his eyebrows: "It's such an honor, should I say thank you?"
Chu Qingwan was very generous: "You're welcome, it's my job."
After chatting for a while, the night watchman finally came back and saw that the door of the house was wide open. He hurriedly ran in to check, and saw Chu Qingwan and Mo Jingyu chatting happily.
He was stunned. Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard Chu Qingwan ask: "What did you do?"
The night watchman replied respectfully: "Returning to Doctor Chu, the little one has a bad stomach, so he just went to the latrine."
People have three urgent needs, and there is nothing that can be done about it. But when Chu Qingwan thought of Mo Jingyu's appearance when he entered the house, there was an unknown fire in his heart.
She didn't have an attack, but her tone was colder than usual: "Your prince can't live without anyone. Remember to inform other colleagues on the night watch before you go next time, and they can temporarily come over to take care of you."
It was not a reprimand, but the night watchman was so frightened that his scalp was numb and he responded "yes" repeatedly.
Chu Qingwan didn't say anything more and asked him to help move Mo Jingyu to the bed.
Just as he was about to leave, someone grabbed his wrist, and Mo Jingyu said, "You promised to help me fall asleep. Are you going to break your promise and get fat now, Divine Doctor Chu?"
The night watchman had a look on his face like "What did I hear?", so he voluntarily exited and closed the door.
Chu Qingwan put Mo Jingyu's hand back into the quilt, sat sideways on the bedside, adjusted his sitting posture, and reached out to gently rub his temples.
It was the first time that Mo Jingyu was so close to a woman in such a quiet and obscure situation, and he felt a little tense unconsciously. It took him a long time before he slowly relaxed.
Just before he closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep, Chu Qingwan yawned.
Mo Jingyu didn't open his eyes, he opened his lips and asked, "I forgot to ask just now, why did you come back so late?"
Chu Qingwan said: "I went to save lives and heal the wounded."
Mo Jingyu hummed a single note and suddenly thought of something: "You said earlier that you asked your apprentice to massage me on your behalf, so that you could free up your hands to treat others?"
Chu Qingwan said "Yeah" vaguely.
Mo Jingyu frowned slightly: "Lack of money?"
Chu Qingwan felt sleepy and nodded absently: "Que."
Mo Jingyu raised his eyelids and didn't see her. He only felt the fingers on his temples getting lighter and lighter, gradually sliding onto his shoulders. After a while, there was no movement.
He tried to shout: "Divine Doctor Chu?"
No one answered.
Mo Jingyu turned his head and looked up to see that Chu Qingwan had fallen asleep leaning on the head of the bed.
Mo Jingyu laughed helplessly: "She fell asleep before me."
He glanced at Shi Lu and hesitated for a long time between asking someone to take her back to the room or leaving her, and finally chose the latter.