After The Disabled God Of War Became My Concubine [BL]

(Chapter 8)

The servants who went to pick up Huo Wujiu to move courtyards arrived when Doctor Zhou was administering medicine to him.

When Huo Wujiu married, he came alone, so there was no dowry luggage to move. Hence, at this moment, only two maids and a tall brawny manservant went.

The two maids should have been assigned to serve Huo Wujiu. When they came in, their faces looked surly. They looked down and indifferent.

Seeing that Doctor Zhou was applying medicine to Huo Wujiu, one of the maids opened her mouth and said, "Doctor Zhou, how much longer will it take you to treat him?"

They didn't look at Huo Wujiu in the slightest, much less salute him, as if they didn't see him.

While bandaging Huo Wujiu, Doctor Zhou replied, "Hold on, ladies. He'll be ready in no time."

The maids grunted, turned around, and said, "Then be quick. We'll wait outside."

After saying that, the few of them turned around and went out.

They went out of the room but didn't close the door, and left it ajar instead. The maid who didn't say anything before spoke up, "How annoying. If we wait a little longer, it will be noon, and we will have to walk in the sun again on the way."

The other maid said, "You don't say. We're unlucky."

Hearing this, the maid laughed a couple of times and said, "Unlucky? The sun is not bad luck. We're only unlucky that we were assigned to this job."

"Right? Who wants to come and serve a disabled enemy? It's just not our luck today."

They made no effort to tone down in the slightest, as if they were afraid that the person inside the room couldn't hear them. The sharp, clipped voices of the girls reached Doctor Zhou's ears.

Doctor Zhou's legs started to tremble.

Others might not know, but he knew that the man sitting in a wheelchair in front of him was the King of Hell, who could kill without batting an eye.

Doctor Zhou was so petrified that he broke out in a cold sweat and carefully raised his eyes to look at Huo Wujiu.

He only saw him sitting in place. There wasn't a lift in his eyes, nor a bit of reaction, as if he hadn't heard anything.

The sunrays fell gently onto the side of his face.

Perhaps the sun was so bright that it gave the impression that the motionless cripple in front of him should be an extremely proud man.

Doctor Zhou dared not say more. He swiftly withdrew his gaze and bandaged his legs properly.

"Afterward, you mustn't let your wounds get wet. The dressings must be changed once every three days. I will report this truthfully to His Highness," Doctor Zhou said.

Huo Wujiu made no response.

The doctor then packed up his medical kit and retreated.

Not long after, the two maids came into the room. They instructed the brawny manservant to push the wheelchair forward, so they could take Huo Wujiu away and send him to his future residence.

The wheelchair was in no way easy to push.

The wheelchair was originally large and heavy, and because it was for Huo Wujiu, it was only a tool for transporting prisoners. The wheelchair was terribly rough, and the two wheels on the chair taken from a prison wagon were barely installed.

From the room to the backyard where the wives and concubines live, they had to pass through the gardens of the King's residence if they wanted to take a shortcut. The gardens in the sunny south have always been a sceneric place for strolls. There were streams and ponds everywhere, and small bridges or gravel paths were built for people to walk on.