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Meng Zhuoer's inner affection for Yue Zhiting because of her beauty was immediately snatched away by a dog: "You said it as if I really wanted to come."
Yu Tingyin was stunned and looked at her in surprise.
The man's expression became even worse: "I didn't talk to you."
"I didn't talk to you either." Meng Zhuoer, not to be outdone, sarcastically replied.
"What's going on with you two? You started to quarrel as soon as we met." Yu Tingyin couldn't help but turned to the man and said, "You saw it too, I brought her here. Doctor Li told me yesterday.
If the poison in your body is not suppressed, your life will really be in danger. Moreover, I also heard that your wound is inflamed and Dr. Li can't treat it, so I want to give Miss Meng a try. "
"eventful."
Yue Zhiting's cold voice matched Xia Yu's movements of taking off the gauze.
"Actually, if the imperial doctor can alleviate the prince's poison, I can do it without me. And seeing that the prince is as active as a toad, there is no need for me, a Mongolian doctor, to do anything extra. Otherwise, I'd better leave."
Meng Zhuoer turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Yu Tingyin: "Don't listen to his nonsense. In fact, he is really not very good. It's a way of repaying King Yinshan for helping you. He found the flower shop owner."
Yu Tingyin emphasized this.
Meng Zhuoer looked at Yu Tingyin and sighed helplessly, hating herself for being a soft-spoken person.
Seeing that she agreed, Yu Tingyin hurriedly greeted Xia Yu to leave.
The two quickly left the room and closed the door.
Suddenly they were the only two people left in the room. Meng Zhuoer felt a little embarrassed and didn't want to talk to him.
Yue Zhiting threw the gauze he took off aside, raised his black eyes, and looked at the girl who was standing still: "What is that wooden pestle doing there? Come here."
He opened his mouth with a commanding tone, which was really annoying.
Meng Zhuoer walked over slowly, and when she got closer, she saw the wound on his chest.
It should be a knife wound, and it was caused a few days ago, but the wound obviously did not recover very well, and it had begun to ooze some pus and rotten flesh.
If the stab wound had been a little more skewed, it would have hit the heart.
"You will probably have to endure a lot of debridement of this wound."
Meng Zhuoer said slowly.
Yue Zhiting said "Hmm" without any expression, as if she didn't know how painful this debridement without anesthesia would be.
"I have something to do later, so please move faster."
Meng Zhuoer frowned: "You want to leave the house? Didn't His Majesty ground you?"
As soon as she said it, she felt that it was wrong again.
This wound was obviously not caused before he was banned. This Yinshan Palace is his territory, and no one can hurt him here.
In other words, he never took this grounding seriously, so why did she ask nonsense.
Yue Zhiting raised her eyes suddenly, with a hint of teasing in her dark eyes: "What? Are you worried about me?"
The corner of Meng Zhuoer's mouth twitched: "Who is worried about you? You are sick."
She took it back without mercy.
Although she arrived suddenly this time, a medical kit was already prepared here, as well as tools and knives for debridement, but there was no doubt that there was no anesthetic here.
This was an era when even Ma Fei Powder didn’t exist.
Meng Zhuoer placed the medical kit next to her. No one could help her when Xiang Lian was not around.
After lighting a candle to disinfect it, she began to dig out the carrion.
When the scalpel sank deeper, she raised her eyes to observe the man's expression.
He didn't say much, and he didn't even react at all, as if he didn't feel any pain.
Feeling pain is a basic human feeling. This wound is full of pus and inflammation, so he should be more afraid of pain.
Meng Zhuoer began to clean up the carrion, and his movements were not gentle, but Yue Zhiting seemed to feel no pain and remained silent, looking at him with dark eyes, deep and mysterious.
…
"When did you learn medical skills? You don't look like someone who knows medical skills."
The man suddenly said something.
Does this count as looking for something to say?
At her age, she has medical skills, and she has no general apprenticeship in the art. It seems that she is not very convincing.
"My medical skills are not written on my face, how can I see it?"
Meng Zhuoer said it was so impeccable that no one could find any flaws.
Yue Zhiting stared at the woman in front of him, his eyes a little darker.
There were some things he didn't say.
If she were a girl who had studied medicine, her fingers would not be so delicate and soft. Not to mention calluses, there would not even be any dead skin on them, just like cotton sold outside.
No, her hands were softer than cotton, with intentional warmth and a faint fragrance.
She pressed her hands on his hard muscles. Because she was close to the wound, her broken hair inevitably brushed against his chest, as if someone had tickled him, which made him feel weak. .
Yue Zhiting took a deep breath, and her palms were a little sweaty.
If he hadn't seen her rejection just now, he would have thought that she did it on purpose, and that she would also follow the tricks of those outside and want to climb into his bed in exchange for something.
When he was stunned, the girl had already treated his wounds quickly and simply.
…
"I'll give you an injection first to relieve the toxins in your body, and then bandage your wounds."
Meng Zhuoer did what she wanted to do in an orderly manner without asking any more questions.
The man sat cross-legged on the bed and turned around.
After applying the acupuncture for a while, Meng Zhuoer felt a little dizzy and even started to feel tired.
She couldn't help but sigh that this body was really not good enough. The longest she recorded was that she underwent thirteen operations in a row. The total operation time was nearly twenty hours. After the operation, she couldn't even go home and fell asleep directly in the hospital lounge. Most of the day.
After replacing the silver needle, when she pressed her hand on the man's well-textured back, the man suddenly dodged reflexively.
"Are you still ticklish?" She was a little surprised.
The man ignored her.
Meng Zhuoer pouted and continued to give him acupuncture.
This trip went very smoothly, just because there were so many scars on his back, it took a lot of time to find the acupuncture points.
She walked to the desk nearby and picked up a pen: "I will prescribe you some medicine first. After I prescribe the medicine, I will go back. Do you have any objections?"
She wanted to go back to Duke Meng's mansion to watch the show quickly, but it was not enough for Meng Xiangyi to be frightened and slapped, let alone Qin Meizhen, the instigator.
Xu Xuniang deserves to die, but Qin Meizhen is also involved in these things.
Princess Yu Tingyin must have known about it, but for the sake of the reputation of Duke Meng's palace, Meng Zhuoer chose to pretend to be stupid.
She didn't care about the reputation of Meng Xiangyi's couple, but she couldn't let her grandfather, who was half-dressed, lose his life.
When Meng Zhuoer wrote the prescription, Yue Zhiting had already put on his clothes.
She walked over and handed the prescription to the man.
He glanced at the prescription casually and asked casually: "Where did you get the injury on your face?"
Meng Zhuoer took a moment to react, and pointed at his face: "What do you mean? Of course he was beaten, maybe he was thrown."
"Did someone from the Yao family beat you?" Yue Zhiting's sharp eyebrows frowned slightly.
"That's not true. The only one in the Yao family who wants to beat me is Yao Hongwen, but she doesn't have the skills. I asked my father to beat me."
Meng Zhuoer sighed.
In fact, when Meng Xiangyi slapped her, she subconsciously wanted to return it, but after all, it was her father who gave her flesh and blood. If she returned the slap, even if she was right, she was wrong.
In ancient times, the word filial piety was overwhelming.
