Qi Yue woke up drowsily in the middle of the night, half her body pressed down by the man, her whole body sticky and messy.
As soon as she moved, Chang Yuncheng woke up.
Qi Yue hissed and sucked in a cold breath, stimulated by the pain below.
“What’s wrong, what’s wrong?” Chang Yuncheng asked anxiously, his large hands feeling all over her body. He knew he had been too impatient and heavy-handed, afraid he might have hurt her somewhere. The bloodstains on the bed had startled him.
“What do you think,” Qi Yue replied irritably, enduring the various discomforts of becoming a woman for the first time. “I need to bathe!”
Chang Yuncheng rolled up immediately, running naked into the washroom, then running back naked again shortly after.
“Ready, the water’s ready,” he said, reaching out to lift the still-lying Qi Yue.
Although they had already been intimate, this naked contact still made Qi Yue blush.
“I’ll wash myself, you wait a moment,” she said.
“I’ll help you wash, I’ll help you wash,” Chang Yuncheng said repeatedly, entering the washroom naked again.
The washroom was naturally lit with lamps. Chang Yuncheng placed Qi Yue in the bathtub and carefully helped her scrub.
Qi Yue closed her eyes and leaned against the tub to relieve the soreness. Opening her eyes to see this man naked, carefully and properly bathing her, she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Who would have thought you knew how to serve people,” she smiled.
Chang Yuncheng carefully pinned up her hair and rubbed it gently.
“When I was little, I liked to pick up stray dogs from outside…” he said in a low voice. “I’d bathe them and feed them…”
Qi Yue splashed water at him with her hand.
“Little rascal!” she glared.
Chang Yuncheng laughed and quickly held her down.
“No, I’m telling the truth. But they didn’t like it, so I could only raise them secretly,” he smiled while splashing water to wash Qi Yue.
Qi Yue reached out and pulled him.
“Come in quickly, it’s so cold,” she said.
Since the woman actively invited him, Chang Yuncheng naturally wouldn’t be polite and immediately stepped in. In the small bathtub, the two faced each other and pressed together.
“Does it still hurt?” Chang Yuncheng asked in a low voice.
This question made Qi Yue wary.
“It hurts,” she glared.
Chang Yuncheng saw her guarded expression and laughed again. His large hands embraced her and kissed her forehead.
Qi Yue tried to struggle, but there was only so much space here. Her struggling only made them touch more, and then the man’s instinctive reaction arose, hard and pressing against her body.
“Don’t move, don’t move, I won’t…” Chang Yuncheng stroked the back of the woman in his arms, saying hurriedly.
He kept his word. Indeed, he made no further moves. The two soaked for a while, then Chang Yuncheng got up and dried off, still not putting on clothes, just carried Qi Yue out like this. He didn’t return to the daybed but came to the bedroom, pulling the quilt to wrap around both of them.
Qi Yue was truly tired and let this man hold her, falling asleep soon after. After falling asleep, she became restless, quickly breaking free from the man’s embrace and rolling to one side.
This woman…
Chang Yuncheng felt uncomfortable and reached out to pull her back, holding her properly in his arms again.
She belonged to him, completely and entirely to him alone…
Chang Yuncheng nuzzled Qi Yue’s head and closed his eyes contentedly.
It was now past the first month, so construction could begin. Qi Yue rushed to Qianjin Hall early in the morning.
A large group of craftsmen moved into Qianjin Hall, starting work in a bustling, lively chaos.
“Our positioning is surgery. Mm, we can also add gynecology,” Qi Yue discussed with Liu Pucheng.
Liu Pucheng looked at the bright, hope-filled expression of the woman before him, listening attentively with a smile.
“…Whether they can treat patients isn’t the most urgent matter right now. We first need to strengthen technical training in disinfection and nursing care. For surgical injuries and illnesses, treatment is thirty percent, care is seventy percent… An inpatient department is naturally essential…” Qi Yue spoke while gesturing.
“Is your master’s medical hall like this, Young Madam?” Liu Pucheng couldn’t help asking.
“Yes,” Qi Yue smiled.
“Your master, is he still alive?” Liu Pucheng asked carefully.
Alive, but not in this world.
Qi Yue smiled with some melancholy. Modern society seemed like a dream.
She looked outside at the busy craftsmen, the disciples running back and forth. The scene before her couldn’t help but overlap with the hospital from her previous life.
She was about to open a hospital in ancient times, without medical equipment, without the most basic medicines…
“…The disinfectant? Is it ready yet?”
“…Stop the bleeding… Senior Brother, how often should the tourniquet be loosened…”
The noisy voices of the disciples came from outside. The modern hospital scene before Qi Yue’s eyes disappeared, replaced by these busy ancient physicians.
Although she lacked this and that, fortunately she had people—people with great enthusiasm for medicine.