The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 89: After So Long Married, Did I Ever Drive You Crazy?
For the next two days, it was the usual traveling, no different from before.
No, there were differences.
For example, during the day, the old ox was particularly laborious, but at night it seemed to have taken an energizing drug.
For instance, on their last day, they were watched by bandits brandishing knives.
But the young lady was unaware, only paying attention to the road conditions.
In the forest, heads appeared one by one, gazing down at the convoy on the road.
"Second leader, those look like government people, we don’t have as many people as them, they might be tough to handle. Should we make a move?"
The man referred to as the second leader had intersecting scars on his face, and his eyes glinted fiercely.
He gruffly cursed, "Handle them? Are we going to our deaths? Haven’t enough brothers been lost over the years?"
Ever since the mountain was sealed off, the escorts stopped coming.
They’re about to eat dirt!
The second leader’s gaze suddenly froze, falling on the laboring ox cart ahead.
He didn’t dare target officials, but he dared to target ordinary folk.
What’s wrong with them looking poor?
The man on the ox cart looked like he was dying, going to see a doctor, he must have money hidden on him.
Can’t see the facial features of the young woman blocked by Hui Niang, so what?
Their brothers had no wives yet!
The second leader was excited.
"Watch them, wait until they’re alone."
Midway, Wei Zhao coughed so hard it felt heart-wrenching and couldn’t be stopped.
In the wind and rain, his condition worsened, a hint of a grey-blue pallor showing through the pale complexion.
His body seemed to be bitten by wild beasts, limbs twitching, uncontrollably shaking.
His condition was dire.
It scared Yu Tingwan and Hui Niang considerably.
The young lady was uneasy, "He can’t keep coughing like this."
She took out the water pouch, the water inside as cold as ice.
Yu Tingwan gritted her teeth, asked Hui Niang to stop the ox cart, and went to the roadside to light a fire to boil the water so Wei Zhao could soothe his throat.
This gave the bandits an opportunity.
The second leader arrogantly ordered, "Go!"
"Rob them of their money and women."
The group moved swiftly, their eyes revealing their certainty.
But before they emerged from the forest, they were blocked by the black and white Fu Meng.
Soon, the forest echoed with pitiful cries.
Right then, Yu Tingwan had just warmed the water, fed it to Wei Zhao, and suddenly looked toward the forest.
"Did you guys hear something?"
Wei Zhao, weak all over, replied, "No."
Yu Tingwan puzzled, "Really nothing?"
She looked at Yue Shan.
Yue Shan wanted to say he heard it!
But Wei Zhao glanced at him, and his words turned into, "Maybe not."
Yu Tingwan didn’t dwell on it, wiping the cold sweat off Wei Zhao’s forehead, "I must have heard wrong."
Wei Zhao replied softly through his nose, "Mm."
Yu Tingwan asked, "Feeling any better?"
"Mm."
Yu Tingwan said, "If it still hurts, you must say so."
"Mm."
Yu Tingwan instructed, "Then you go to sleep, we’ll keep traveling."
Without much energy, he replied lighter each time, "Mm."
Yu Tingwan slyly moved closer to nurture their feelings boldly, "Have I ever made you feel superior since we’ve been married so long?"
"Mm."
Suddenly, he reacted and opened his eyes, meeting the mischievous gaze of the young lady.
As always, Wei Zhao remained silent.
His eyes were heavy.
But he also... did not refute.
The trip continued without further incident.
Upon arrival at the town, they were stopped by the city wall guards. Yu Tingwan calmly presented a guarantee written by the Village Chief.
The guard glanced over it, checked their numbers, and let them pass.
Yu Tingwan took the opportunity to inquire about the travel passes.
The guard gave her a glance.
The young lady was dark-skinned, but her features were regular.
"It’s too late today, go to the Government Office in the morning."
Yu Tingwan thanked him, leading the ox cart onward, her mind busy with calculations.
A guarantee from a Village Chief was a pass to enter town, but to enter the county, they needed a travel pass from the town’s Government Office.
It was late, the county’s gates had a curfew, and even with a pass, they likely couldn’t enter.
These days on the road had been quite tough on them.
Better to find lodging first.
Unfamiliar with the area, Yu Tingwan could only ask.
She got a response.
"An inn? There’s one just ahead, you’ll find it."
The group moved forward.
Hui Niang was timid, not daring to look around.
Yu Tingwan, however, was glancing all around.
Who would have thought, before finding an inn, they’d see a medical clinic?
The signboard was prominent, the interior filled with the strong scent of medicine.
An old doctor sat in front of the medicine cabinet, his fingers swiftly moving the abacus, producing a crisp clattering sound.
He heard the noise, casually glanced over, and saw an old rickety ox cart parked at the clinic’s entrance. He got up and walked over, scanned the man on the ox cart, and his face grew solemn.
"No need to carry him inside, it’s too much trouble."
He approached, "Your hand."
Wei Zhao listlessly glanced at him, unwilling to respond.
Yu Tingwan had to carefully raise the man’s wrist for the old man’s inspection.
Wei Zhao never thought a town doctor could save him.
He also held no hope.
When the old man was about to take his pulse, Wei Zhao’s wrist turned and rested on the other’s pulse.
The doctor: ???
This... what kind of rhythm is this?
Who’s the patient here?
He chuckled, "Did you feel something?"
Wei Zhao replied, "You wouldn’t want to hear it."
"Why don’t you tell me anyway?"
Wei Zhao’s expression was odd.
Oh well, might as well satisfy him.
"Impotence."
The old man’s expression twisted for a moment.
"Lay off the supplements."
Wei Zhao calmly advised, "You’re getting older, just let nature take its course."
The doctor: ???
Hui Niang: ???
Yu Tingwan: !!!
Witnessing the old man’s ugly expression, Yu Tingwan was dazed.
So... Wei Shen really had some skills?
That night when he was needling himself, was he really not just fooling around?
The old man, enraged with embarrassment, retorted, "Nonsense!"
"Do you want a diagnosis or not!"
Yu Tingwan snapped out of it, "Yes, yes."
She didn’t want to offend the person.
The young lady adeptly tapped her fingers on her forehead, "My husband..."
"Isn’t well, please don’t take offense, doctor."
The old doctor wanted to walk away in a huff, but if he shut the door, wouldn’t it mean...
He held back his temper, checking Wei Zhao’s pulse, his eyelid twitching.
His anger subsided a bit.
Oh well, what’s the point of arguing with a dying man.
Such a person is about to meet King Yan, he might cuss even at dogs on the ground.
"Untreatable."
Having seen through life and death long ago, he sighed, "Not many days left, better to spend the time setting a coffin, you should go back and not waste money."
Wei Zhao wasn’t surprised.
Yu Tingwan pressed her lips tightly, placing Wei Zhao’s hand back, then, fearing he was cold, thoughtfully tucked him in.
"How can you say my husband is untreatable just because you can’t treat him?"
"We’re not afraid of the cost, as long as there’s hope, we’d spend everything we have for treatment."
"How can you, as a doctor, say such discouraging things in front of my husband?"
She was constantly brainwashing Wei Shen, letting him feel the beauty of living!
If the doctor’s word reverted Wei Shen’s cooperative behavior over the past few days, what would they do!
The usually reasonable young girl’s eyes reddened at this moment, she held back sobs, loudly squeezing out two words: "Quack doctor!"
