The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Rong Sheng’s body curled up slightly, her arms wrapped around her knees, her face buried in them.

At this moment, she felt like a person stripped of their clothes.

The thoughts she believed were well hidden had been easily seen through by Chu Yifcng.

And her true feelings…

A tear fell from the corner of her eye, Rong Sheng closed her eyes tightly, bit her lip, and said nothing more.

They were buried underground, and although Su Yingxuc had saved them and provided some food and medicine, it was never a long-term solution.

Moreover, Chu Yifcng refused to eat anything.

On the third day, after Su Yingxue passed things to Mo Qi and Qin Muyan, she peered through the hole in the wall and saw Rong Sheng sitting on one side, while the food meant for Chu Yifeng remained untouched.

She moved over and tugged at Chu Yihan’s sleeve, “Hubby, won’t you go and persuade him?”

Chu Yifeng’s temper really stank and was incredibly stubborn.

He was harder to deal with than a rock in a cesspit.

Rong Sheng couldn’t handle him, and in his severely injured state, not eating or drinking, it was very easy for him to end up reporting to the King of Hell.

Chu Yihan didn’t want to interfere; he knew Chu Yifeng’s nature better.

He parted his lips lightly, “Only Rong Sheng can touch his heart, he won’t live just for Your Highness.”

As an elder brother, Chu Yifeng did indeed cherish him. Despite his often harsh words, his actions were always incredibly caring.

But he was not the reason Chu Yifeng wanted to live.

Only Rong Sheng was.

Chu Yihan’s gaze met Rong Sheng’s, causing the still waters of her heart to stir slightly.

Chu Yifeng had maintained that position for a long time without moving.

Rong Sheng pursed her lips and slowly moved over, touching him as if compromising, “Chu Yifcng, take your medicine, eat something.”

Chu Yifeng didn’t move.

Rong Sheng closed her eyes for a moment, her voice cold but with a hint of coaxing, “Turn around, let me feed you.”

The thought of Chu Yifeng’s demands made Rong Sheng feel sick instinctively.

In her mind, all she could see were the torments Chu Yifeng had put her through in the past.

The more reserved she was, the more shameful positions he would force her into, just to humiliate her.

If it wasn’t a matter of life or death, she would never have compromised.

Having expressed herself thus, Chu Yifeng still did not move.

On the other side, Su Yingxue was getting anxious. She knew Rong Sheng was shy and called out to Chu Yifeng boldly, “Hey, if you don’t get up, Sister Rong Sheng won’t kiss you anymore!”

She didn’t control her volume when she shouted, and both Qin Muyan and Mo Qi heard her.

Qin Muyan found it amusing, “So childish!”

Mo Qi coolly curved his lips, smiling self-deprecatingly.

A blush spread across Rong Sheng’s face.

She was already regretting her decision.

In matters between men and women, she had never been the initiator.

Yet she waited a long time, and Chu Yifcng still barely moved.

Never doubting there was a problem due to Chu Yifeng’s stubborn nature and still sensing his breathing, she didn’t worry too much.

But when he remained silent for so long, Rong Sheng’s heart sank, and she quickly crawled in front of Chu Yifcng, forcefully turning him over.

Chu Yifcng lay like a soulless shell, his eyes closed. As soon as he was turned over, his hands suddenly sprawled out, limp and powerless on the ground.

“Chu Yifeng!”

Rong Sheng panicked.

She quickly felt for his pulse.

Gone.

“Chu Yifeng, wake up!”

The sudden panic made her lose the calm she had from years of medical practice, “Chu Yifeng, stop being angry with yourself, you’re going to die!”