A female coroner arrived at the Jingzhao Prefecture.

Chapter 124 Protecting him with all my might!

Song Shuyu was very obedient while he was ill, letting Mu Qingcheng hold him roughly and forcefully.

Her grip was strong, pressing his face and nose against her chest. He struggled to breathe, yet dared not move, fearing the dream would shatter, fearing she would abandon him.

Her body temperature gradually warmed his cold face. His left arm, which had lost too much blood, was stiff and cold, and the bloody mess made him feel cold all over.

Mu Qingcheng has been performing autopsies for over ten years. She is not afraid of the dead and has seen many injured living people. But there has never been anyone who made her feel as if each cut was on her own body, so painful that even her breathing slowed down.

She didn't know why Song Shuyu had self-harmed, or why he seemed to have lost his mind. She also didn't know how the upright and honorable eldest son of the Duke's mansion could have such an unknown dark side. In public, he was pampered and loved by thousands, but in private, he lived like a demon, both insane and monstrous.

Who on earth was so cruel as to hurt him so deeply, turning him into such a pitiful person?
Three feet frozen, not a cold day.

What kind of torture did he suffer, and for how long?
As Mu Qingcheng was pondering, she suddenly felt the person in her arms breathing heavily and rapidly. She hurriedly looked down and realized that Song Shuyu was almost suffocating!
"grown ups!"

Seeing Song Shuyu's flushed face and dilated pupils, Mu Qingcheng's heart tightened. Noticing a kettle on the table, she quickly poured a glass of water and brought it to his lips, "My lord, have some water."

Song Shuyu gasped for breath for a long time before gradually regaining his strength. He didn't take the water glass; his eyes were filled with tears. He murmured, "Madam, please."

"Huh?" Mu Qingcheng was taken aback. "What did you say, sir?"

Song Shuyu looked up at her, then quickly lowered her eyes again, like a wronged little wife, and said in a petulant tone, "The water that Madam feeds me tastes good, so I want Madam to feed me."

Mu Qingcheng's eyes widened, tears clinging to her eyelashes, remaining unshed for a long time.

Seeing this, Song Shuyu raised his left arm, his eyes red and swollen, "Madam, it hurts."

Mu Qingcheng snapped back to her senses instantly. Regardless of what he was calling her in his nonsense, the most important thing right now was to stop the bleeding and apply medicine!

"Okay, I'll feed you water, open your mouth."

Mu Qingcheng felt like she was coaxing a child, so she was exceptionally gentle and tolerant. Song Shuyu obediently opened his mouth. He drank water while looking up at her, his joyful mood clearly infecting her.

Mu Qingcheng smiled sincerely.

"Sir, shall we have some water and rest for a while?"

"Well, listen to Madam."

Seeing such an obedient adult filled Mu Qingcheng with mixed feelings, but just as she turned to leave, Song Shuyu grabbed her hand, "Where are you going, Madam? Does Madam dislike me?"

Mu Qingcheng was taken aback. "What's wrong with it, sir? I'll go out and get the medicine. I'll be right back, okay?"

“Really? Madam, you mustn’t lie to me, you mustn’t leave me alone all night again. I…” Song Shuyu shrugged, her face showing obvious sadness and grievance, “I’m scared.”

Mu Qingcheng was completely confused. When had she left him alone all night? Was the "wife" he was referring to her, or someone else?
She wanted to get to the bottom of things, but Song Shuyu was not thinking clearly; he wasn't a normal person at all! Besides, his injuries wouldn't wait, so she could only try to appease him. "I promise I won't lie! My lord, sit here obediently, don't move around, don't touch the knife. At most, a hundred strokes, and I'll be back." "Yes, I know. Madam likes obedient husbands. I promise I'll be obedient. Whatever Madam asks me to do, I'll do. I'll never go against Madam's wishes!" Song Shuyu nodded vigorously, his expression like that of a child.

Filled with doubt, Mu Qingcheng strode outside.

In the courtyard, Xue'er carried a medicine box, while Liu Mama stood guard at the door. As soon as Mu Qingcheng came out, Liu Mama anxiously asked, "How is he? Is my second young master seriously injured? Has he calmed down?"

Mu Qingcheng frowned and said, "The injury is on the left arm, and we need to stop the bleeding and apply medicine immediately."

Xue'er immediately presented the medicine box and sincerely pleaded, "Please, Coroner Mu, do the work!"

Mu Qingcheng saw that they were well prepared, and it was clear that, just as she had guessed, this was not the first time Song Shuyu had harmed herself!
Therefore, she asked bluntly, "Why? Why do adults these days act like children? Why do they call me 'Madam'? Are they afraid I'll abandon them?"

“Miss Mu, my second young master…” Madam Liu tried her best to express herself appropriately: “He is suffering from hysteria. His memory is stuck at the age of nine, but his thoughts and consciousness are in the present. It’s like an adult and a child have merged together and are in a dream.”

"A dream?" Mu Qingcheng asked in surprise, "So in the adult world, what's happening between him and me right now is him dreaming?"

Madam Liu frowned and said, "More or less. I don't really understand it either. I just summarized it based on the Second Young Master's past symptoms."

Mu Qingcheng was a little confused, but time was of the essence and she was not allowed to investigate further. She nodded to the two of them and said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of the adults."

"Thank you very much!"

Liu's mother and Xue'er bowed in gratitude, their eyes filled with tears.

Back in the inner room, seeing Song Shuyu obediently counting, Mu Qingcheng couldn't help but smile through her tears: "My lord, I'm back. Shall we play a game? For the next fifteen minutes, no matter what I do, you are not allowed to refuse."

Song Shuyu nodded, "Okay."

Mu Qingcheng moved a stool and sat down in front of him, then opened the medicine box, took out a pair of scissors, and carefully cut off the sleeve, avoiding the wound.

Blood flowed down his entire arm; the cuts weren't too deep, but there were many—seven or eight knife wounds in total.

Mu Qingcheng forced back her tears as she cleaned and stopped the bleeding, and instructed, "My lord, since you are listening to me, you must remember this well. You are not allowed to cut yourself with a knife again, understand? If you are still unhappy and have nowhere to vent, just come and let me keep you company. I will tell you jokes, okay?"

"Yes, I listen to Madam the most." Song Shuyu grinned and actually laughed. "If I disobey Madam, Madam, feel free to scare me with a corpse."

Mu Qingcheng paused in her movements. Hearing his words, the lady was indeed her, and he hadn't called the wrong person? A strange feeling suddenly welled up in her heart, and her face and ears burned, as if her whole body was uncomfortable.

After cleaning the wound, Mu Qingcheng took a closer look and discovered that in addition to the new wounds from today, Song Shuyu's left arm also had many old wounds. Some had healed to the point of leaving only faint scars, while others had not fully healed and had darker scabs.

At this moment, she only regretted not having met him sooner. As long as she was there, she would never let anyone hurt him or cause him serious psychological trauma. She would protect him and do everything in her power to protect him!

(End of this chapter)