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This was Lin Xian’s instinctual reaction, afraid that being a second slower could cause him to miss some important information.

Especially sensitive to the words "goodnight."

At this time, Shen Chuwei was already extremely tired and planned to say goodnight and go to sleep; the kiss was also because she had been called immodest the previous night.

We’re already an old married couple, what’s there to be modest about?

But suddenly being grasped by the wrist, that voice cold to the extreme, had scared away all her sleepiness.

Shen Chuwei stared at the man in shock, realizing that he was very agitated, as if he had been stimulated by something.

She asked cautiously, "What’s wrong with you?"

Lin Xian counter-questioned, "Why do you say goodnight to me?"

Shen Chuwei was puzzled, "Can’t I say it? But ’goodnight’ isn’t a curse, it means I like you."

Lin Xian’s brow was tightly furrowed, the veins on his forehead visibly protruding, and fine beads of sweat were emerging on his fair skin.

Shen Chuwei felt her wrist might be wrung off by the man, his grip even stronger than the night before.

Just as she was about to struggle, the man suddenly released her hand.

Lin Xian only felt a splitting headache, extremely uncomfortable, yet he tried to maintain his composure.

Unable to suppress a pained moan from his lips: "... Xiao Jiu, wait for me."

The voice was too soft; Shen Chuwei did not hear what the man said but saw him clutching the bedsheet so tightly that it became horribly wrinkled.

Only then did she realize something was amiss with him.

"Husband, what’s the matter with you?"

Shen Chuwei tried to take his pulse but was pushed away by the man, "Don’t touch me."

At this moment, Lin Xian was like a startled young animal, not wanting anyone to touch him, longing to be soothed yet fearful of being comforted.

In Shen Chuwei’s eyes, Xiao Jinyan was an unattainable flower, a Crown Prince who strategized behind the scenes, never showing his emotions openly.

Where had she ever seen Xiao Jinyan in such pain, moaning so low?

She couldn’t help feeling anxious, "But, you seem to be in a lot of pain."

Lin Xian paid no attention to Shen Chuwei; the more he thought, the more his head hurt, yet he couldn’t control his thoughts and desperately tried to grasp at something.

It felt like holding sand in his hands, the more he tried to hold on, the faster it slipped away, leaving him burning with impatience.

Shen Chuwei, truly worried, forcefully took his pulse. As soon as she extended her hand, it was grabbed by the man. She paused, then freed her other hand to take his pulse, thankfully this time he didn’t push her away.

The pulse indicated no other symptoms, just excessive agitation.

She wondered if it was because of the fall from the cliff or maybe an aftereffect of the life-and-death battle with his enemy.

If it was a psychological cause, she was at a loss, after all, she wasn’t a psychologist.

Shen Chuwei took out her homemade Calming Incense from her Space, lit it, and the wisps of blue smoke gradually filled the room.

The man slowly calmed down, probably too exhausted, he fell asleep shortly after.

Seeing him asleep, Shen Chuwei stood up and left.

For several days in a row, Shen Chuwei went to Xiao Jinyan every night, bringing steaming hot meals each time.

When checking the wound on Xiao Jinyan’s chest, she found that it wouldn’t heal. After four days, the wound still oozed blood.

Shen Chuwei had never encountered such a case in her life; her delicate brows knitted together in concern.

From the moment the bandages were unwrapped, Lin Xian hadn’t heard her speak, which was unusual since she would normally explain the condition of the wound to him.

"What is it?"

Shen Chuwei slowly explained, "It’s strange. The medicines I mixed use extremely precious ingredients, particularly effective for healing wounds and promoting tissue regeneration. But after four days of treatment, the wound still shows no signs of improvement, which is very abnormal."

In the time Shen Chuwei had been treating him, Lin Xian knew that she had been doing her utmost to heal him, not only treating his wounds but also carefully preparing meals for him, with no repetition from day to day.

Although all this was because he resembled her husband, he did not deny that she was truly dedicated and a good person.

"As long as you have done your best, it might be due to my own body."

"I’ll disinfect the wound first. I’ll use twice as much medicine and see. Long-term non-healing wounds are very prone to infection." Shen Chuwei’s eyes were somewhat solemn; as a Doctor, she was all too aware of how life-threatening a perpetual wound near the heart could be.

"Alright," agreed Lin Xian, who did not understand these things and naturally followed her lead.

After Shen Chuwei competently treated the wound on his chest, worry filled her heart, facing such a tricky injury for the first time. What exactly was the cause?