Nan Zhiyun, blocked, had no choice but to take Yu Jingchen's hand and let him lead her down.
But... Yu Jingchen noticed something was wrong. He frowned, looking at Nan Zhiyun's foot, "Are you injured? Did you just twist it?" he asked.
Nan Zhiyun hesitated, then nodded. When Yu Jingchen had grabbed her to get into the carriage, she had accidentally sprained her ankle, but she had endured it all the way without saying anything.
"Then why didn't you say anything? If I hadn't asked, would you have never told me?" Yu Jingchen was exasperated, amused and angry.
Nan Zhiyun pursed her lips. What good would it do if she said it? He wouldn't care, so he had been too lazy to bother with it along the way.
"Does it hurt a lot? Can you bear it?" Yu Jingchen looked at Nan Zhiyun's foot.
Nan Zhiyun did not answer immediately. Yu Jingchen lost patience, thinking she was hesitant and unwilling to speak again, so he directly gave up on her answer and simply swept her up in his arms.
Nan Zhiyun was startled by the sudden loss of balance.
"Go find a doctor to take a look," Yu Jingchen said to Xing Lai, who was standing nearby.
"Yes." Xing Lai was overjoyed to see the situation. This was the right way, wasn't it? What were the previous events? If it continued like this, it wouldn't be a bad thing. But... would there really be no more unforeseen circumstances?
Nan Zhiyun, held by Yu Jingchen, stiffened considerably, her breathing lightened considerably in his embrace, and she dared not make a sound the entire way.
Yu Jingchen carried Nan Zhiyun directly back to the room and then put her down, telling her to sit properly. This was not the end; what was even more surprising was his next action.
Yu Jingchen bent down and reached out to touch her foot. Nan Zhiyun wanted to pull away, but Yu Jingchen was quick and caught her.
"Don't move, I'll examine your injury," Yu Jingchen said, his brow furrowed. There was a slight redness and swelling.
"If you sprained your ankle at this time, will you just stay in the inn for the next two days?" Yu Jingchen was speechless. He had specifically brought her out for a relaxing break, but would she end up just sitting in the inn for two days?
Nan Zhiyun couldn't help it; it wasn't something she could control. Besides, the reason she sprained her ankle was because... She glanced at Yu Jingchen, because of your pulling!
Xing Lai quickly summoned a doctor. This was not like the palace; there were no imperial physicians, so they could only find a civilian doctor.
"Take a look at her foot, she sprained it just now," Yu Jingchen said.
The doctor walked over. He did not know Yu Jingchen and Nan Zhiyun's current identities, so he assumed they were a wealthy young master and his wife.
"She is pregnant. It's best not to use any medication that promotes blood circulation and dispels stasis. See how her foot injury can be treated," Yu Jingchen added.
"Yes," the doctor replied. He also took Nan Zhiyun's pulse, but as he felt it, his brow furrowed. This fetal condition... was not optimistic at all.
"Are there any other problems?" Yu Jingchen asked. He could guess a little, but he also wanted to hear what the civilian doctor had to say.
"My lord, the lady's pulse is looking... rather precarious. With the slightest misstep, I fear it will be difficult to keep this child," the doctor said truthfully.
"Do you have a way?" Yu Jingchen asked again.
"I can only prescribe some fetal-preserving medicine, but the key still depends on the lady herself. From the pulse, I can see that the lady is usually too worried, which is also not conducive to the fetus," the doctor continued.
Yu Jingchen glanced at Nan Zhiyun, who instinctively averted her gaze.
"Let's look at her foot injury first," Yu Jingchen finally changed the subject.
The doctor then examined it carefully and left some soothing ointment. However, because Nan Zhiyun's body was special, they had to be very careful with medication.
In addition, the doctor also suggested cold compresses, but... Nan Zhiyun had no one to attend to her. So... Yu Jingchen ordered his attendant to bring ice packs and cold water.
Yu Jingchen said nothing and directly picked up Nan Zhiyun, placing her on the bed nearby. Nan Zhiyun couldn't understand Yu Jingchen's intentions.
"I'm examining your injury, don't move around. I won't do anything to you," Yu Jingchen said beforehand. Then the attendants brought the cold water and ice packs.
Yu Jingchen looked at the ice pack, "Go get a dry towel."
Xing Lai brought one over and handed it to Yu Jingchen. Yu Jingchen took the ice pack and wrapped it in the towel before applying it to Nan Zhiyun. He gently placed the ice pack on Nan Zhiyun's injured area. The coolness made Nan Zhiyun a little unaccustomed to it.
"Don't place the ice pack directly on the wound, be careful not to freeze it, and don't keep the ice pack in the same spot; move it around," Yu Jingchen said while doing it. Nan Zhiyun listened carefully, but her heart was in a turmoil. This was truly unlike Yu Jingchen.
How could the real Yu Jingchen do such things, especially for her? He wouldn't be so patient and... gentle either. Yes, Nan Zhiyun actually saw the word "gentle," which had never appeared in Yu Jingchen before.
"The medicine for bruises and sprains all contains ingredients that promote blood circulation and dispel stasis. You are pregnant and cannot come into contact with those, so you need to be careful when using medication," Yu Jingchen was focused on applying to her wound, his head bowed, and did not see Nan Zhiyun's gaze.
"After using it tonight, let's see how it is tomorrow. If the foot injury is less severe, you can go out. If the foot injury is still very serious tomorrow, then we will return to the palace this time, and I will bring you out again after your injury has healed," Yu Jingchen said, seeing her current condition, it would be a little difficult for her to recover.
Nan Zhiyun did not respond. She had to admit that the current Yu Jingchen was very captivating. But... that was before she knew his cold-blooded side. Now, she felt more fear towards Yu Jingchen.
So, no matter what Yu Jingchen was like now, no matter if he had truly become so gentle, Nan Zhiyun dared not believe, dared not hope, and was unwilling to fall for him again.
"What's wrong?" Yu Jingchen saw that Nan Zhiyun seemed to have no reaction, so he asked, looking up at her.
Nan Zhiyun hastily withdrew her gaze, then shook her head and said softly, "It's nothing..."