The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 143 - Instinct

Chapter 143: Chapter 143 Instinct

No one expected Lv Tianrui to chop off Jiang Ke’s right arm.

It was the hand he used to wield a sword.

Without it, no matter how skilled his swordsmanship, he would have no room to exhibit it.

And without an arm at the prime of his life, how desperate must the rest of his life be?

“Save him!”

Sang Yan threw herself forward, pressing hard on his bleeding arm.

Her face and mouth were sprayed with blood, she screamed helplessly, “Is there a doctor? Doctor! Save him!”

She had always felt she wanted Jiang Ke dead.

But now that he was truly dying, she realized she didn’t want him to die.

“Please, please save him!”

“Don’t, don’t—”

The pain was buzzing in Jiang Ke’s head, which no longer worked.

He didn’t think about what losing an arm meant, he just saw her crying and pleading, and felt a particular heartache, “Don’t cry, don’t beg them.”

“Humph, quite the tough guy!”

Lv Tianrui wiped the blood from his face and smiled as he gave the order, “Take them all back! I’ll have a good interrogation!”

Then, the pirates began to move the loot.

Of course, they also found quite a bit more treasure.

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Plucking a goose.

They plucked it exceptionally clean.

Leaving behind only the blood on the deck.

That was Jiang Ke’s blood.

Qi Jiu stared at the large stain of blood, feeling at one moment that Jiang Ke got what he deserved, and at another that he shouldn’t have.

“Now Jiang Ke is ruined.”

Han Mo sighed, his gaze filled with pity, but more so with indifference.

Wandering the world for many years, he had seen too many similar tragedies, hardly enough to stir much emotion in him.

“It’s better that he is ruined. If he can’t serve Mr. Jiu, he has no value in existing.”

Han Chen’s words were cold-blooded, reflecting his blind loyalty to Qi Jiu.

Qi Jiu watched the departing pirate ship and murmured, “Great achievements require sacrifice.”

How could he have reached this point without the ruthlessness to kill his own father?

“Those pirates…”

He muttered to himself and then stopped half-way.

*

On the pirate ship

Sang Yan and Jiang Ke were locked in a small room under the deck.

The small room was gloomy, stuffy, and reeked, with a rat scurrying by from time to time.

“Squeak, squeak—”

And continuously making noises.

Sang Yan couldn’t see the room clearly, but she knew the environment was terrible.

And in Jiang Ke’s current state, he simply couldn’t survive here.

The growth of bacteria alone would claim his life.

“Someone! Anyone!”

She banged on the door, shouting, “His condition is serious! Please, I beg you, find a doctor, save him!”

The pirates were cruel and did not send for a doctor for Jiang Ke.

They were busy checking their new haul.

“Pah, only eight thousand taels, what a bunch of paupers!”

The one who spoke was the second-in-command pirate, Gref.

It was he who had organized the search for money.

Even the knife that Lv Tianrui took to chop off Jiang Ke’s arm was his.

He was tall and burly with thick eyebrows and a large nose, and when he spoke, his voice was as deep as a bell, his mouth revealing two golden teeth.

“This is for the boss.”

He pushed a chest containing four thousand taels of silver to Lv Tianrui, his face full of sycophantic flattery.

Lv Tianrui laughed, glanced at his deputy, and the latter took it away to his room.

Just then a maid-like figure came to deliver wine and meat.

The group cheered up and began to eat and drink.

Once Gref had a drink, he wouldn’t stop talking, rambling about everything, and then got to, “Lately, we haven’t seen any merchant ships at all. Damn it, what’s going on?”

“Don’t know.”

“We only come out a few times a month, didn’t expect to scare them into changing their sailing area, right?”

“If it goes on like this, we’re going to starve!”

…

The pirates were worried about their prospects for the next month.

“I heard the Emperor is looking for someone, recently banning all sea travel.”

The remark was made by Lv Tianrui’s deputy.

“This hand is named Wu Tao, born young and feeble, with very fair skin and tiny eyes that virtually disappear when he squints. Yet upon closer examination, one would notice the blue hue of his eyes, resembling that of Qi Jiu and the others.”

When Lv Tianrui heard what Wu Tao had said, he immediately thought of the two individuals with unclear identities.

He promptly said, “Go find a doctor to check on that man. He must not die.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Tao immediately responded, “Yes. I will go right away.”

*

Jiang Ke’s condition was dire.

He had lost too much blood and had fallen into a coma soon after boarding the pirate ship.

Now he had developed a high fever and began to talk nonsensically.

“Ah Yan, Ah Yan, run—”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, Ah Yan, don’t be afraid—”

“Ah Yan, Ah Yan—”

He lay slumped in the corner, his body burning up, sweat dripping profusely.

His severed arm was still bleeding.

The stench of blood was so thick it induced nausea.

Sang Yan swatted away flies with her hand, once again tearing off pieces of her own clothing to cover him, to prevent insects from biting.

Beyond that, she had no other recourse.

“People!”

“Help!”

“Please save him, I beg you to save him!”

Sang Yan cried out in plea, her voice already hoarse.

She didn’t want Jiang Ke to die.

Nor to end like an insignificant pest.

He was a noble Young Master Heir, a vibrant young man; it wasn’t right for him to die like this!

“People, is there anyone there? Come quick—”

Amidst her crying and shouting, footsteps were heard.

She quickly wiped away tears and listened intently.

Someone was indeed coming.

The light slowly grew brighter.

She saw a frail young man holding a lantern, followed by an old man.

“Big brother, please show some kindness. Find him a doctor! He’s on the brink! Please, save him!”

As she pleaded, the door opened.

Wu Tao said nothing and looked at the old man, signaling for him to go inside.

After the old man entered, Sang Yan, using the light, saw that he carried a medicine box and was a doctor. She quickly made room for him.

Jiang Ke’s distressing state elicited sighs from the old man, “How could this happen? The wound is so dirty! This environment is awful! This won’t do! We need to find another place!”

Wu Tao hesitated.

He was only responsible for calling the doctor, not for what happened afterward.

Seeing his hesitation, Sang Yan hurriedly said, “It’s too dark in here, and the doctor is old. It might be difficult for him to bandage the wound. Please, let’s move him somewhere else.”

After hearing this, Wu Tao eventually agreed.

Sang Yan then attempted to help Jiang Ke, but he was as heavy as a mountain, and she couldn’t budge him—she even accidentally touched his wound.

He convulsed in pain but did not wake up.

“Big brother, please help—”

She looked toward the young man, tears in her eyes, imploring him.

Wu Tao’s heart unusually softened. He passed the lantern to Sang Yan and carried Jiang Ke out and into a storeroom on the ship.

The storeroom was similarly cramped and dirty, but much brighter and had a battered bed.

Seeing this, Sang Yan didn’t care about the filth and stretched out her arm, using her sleeve to clean.

Wu Tao placed Jiang Ke on the bed.

The doctor began to treat Jiang Ke’s wound.

He took a large swig of strong alcohol and sprayed it directly onto the wound.

Jiang Ke woke up in pain, his body covered in cold sweat, his face so white it lacked any trace of color, tears forced out by sheer agony.

But he bit down on his left wrist, refusing to make a sound.

Sang Yan wiped his sweat and cradled him in her arms, comforting him, “It’s okay now, it’s okay, it will be over soon.”

Jiang Ke passed out again to her tender and hoarse voice.

The night was long.

She brewed medicine for him, administering it to him to drink.

Besides drinking the medicine, his bandages needed changing.

His fever did not subside.

She continually soaked a towel in cold water to cool him down.

But it was useless.

His delirium raged on, “Ah Yan, I’m going to die.”

If he were to die, his biggest regret would be not having won her over.

So while bleeding from his severed arm and with closed eyes, he acted on pure masculine instinct to take/claim.

“Ah Yan, please, don’t reject me—”