Huang Chenling was hit hard by Leng Wenzhuang, and her body tensed up in pain. She closed her eyes tightly and a trace of cold sweat broke out from her forehead.
Yan Ruocheng quickly took out the small wooden bamboo from the medical box, held his ankles and fixed them with white strips, and tied them tightly. When she looked up at him, he was already covered in cold sweat.
She chuckled lightly, took the pillow on the bed to cushion his injured foot, took out the silk scarf from her body, sat next to him, turned her head, raised her hand to wipe his sweat, and asked with concern: "It's very special."
Does it hurt?"
Huang Chenling looked after her face and endured the severe pain in her feet, and said reluctantly: "It's just a little pain, nothing to make a fuss about."
She knew he was holding on, so she took his face into consideration and said flatteringly: "Well, the second prince can really endure the pain."
He didn't want her to please carelessly, so he said displeasedly: "Why don't you help me deal with other injuries quickly? Why are you talking nonsense?"
"Okay, okay. Let me take a look at your arm." She obediently took his arm and checked it. Except for the bruises on his arm, there was nothing wrong with it.
He took out the white jade ointment, rolled up his sleeves, and applied it gently, tracing his skin with his fingertips. A ripple appeared in his calm heart, and he began to stare at Yan Ruocheng with a slight squint.
Huang Chenling looked at her ugly appearance, and a strange question arose in her heart. Why did he protect her so hard? There was no need to do it so seriously to save face. He couldn't think clearly, so he couldn't help but pat his head with the palm of his hand.
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"What's wrong? Was he hit on the head too? Let me see." Yan Ruocheng thought that his head was also hit with a wooden stick, so he got closer worriedly and held his head with both hands to check.
Huang Chenling's handsome face was gently held in her hands, and the residual warmth of her palms spread to his cold face. Moreover, her palms were particularly soft, her palms were small, and her nails were slightly pointed. It was a bit itchy when she scratched his face.
Yes, she also had a natural and fresh soap scent floating around her body, which he didn't hate smelling.
"My head is fine, don't look at me like that." He hesitated for a while, then pushed her away and said a little annoyed.
Yan Ruozhen felt that he was suddenly not in a good mood, and was afraid that he would lose his temper, so he speeded up to help him deal with the remaining bruises.
After half a stick of incense, everything was basically done. While packing up the medicine box, she warned: "Second prince, you rest first, and I'll make some medicine soup. Don't get out of bed, keep your feet as far as possible."
Keep it elevated and don't move around."
Huang Chenling nodded and responded softly: "Yeah."
She did not disturb his rest, saluted him, picked up the medicine box, and walked toward the door.
He looked at her back and said nothing. When she closed the door, she glanced at him a few times from the corner of her eye before closing the door.
"You're just protecting me to save face, and I don't have to be so sentimental." She muttered as she walked toward the kitchen.
In the kitchen, she simmered the medicinal soup for about half an hour, and cooked some medicinal pastries, and asked the servants to bring them to Huang Chenling for lunch. She didn't want to take them there herself, lest she would have nothing to say.
It's easy to talk about, so I plan to avoid it.
She packed some snacks and prepared to go to Wu Yangjun to express her gratitude.
At noon, when the servants brought Huang Chenling lunch, they also brought the medicinal soup and medicinal snacks made by Yan Ruocheng.
He was leaning on the bed, his injured feet propped up with soft pillows. Since Yan Ruocheng had told him not to move around, he really didn't move much as soon as he sat down.
He saw a servant coming in with lunch and medicinal soup. He turned his head and looked out the door, but Yan Ruocheng was nowhere to be seen. He felt a little bored and wanted to have a fight with her, so he turned to the servant next to him.
Asked: "Where did that ghost doctor go? Ask her to come see me."
"Reporting to Your Highness, the ghost doctor has already gone out. She just told the servant to bring medicinal soup and snacks for you to eat during lunch." The servant reported to him truthfully.
"Didn't this guy say where he was going?" he said displeased.
"I didn't say anything. I only saw Master Ghost Doctor filling a small bag of snacks and then went out." The servant was a little afraid of his master's temper and tried his best to explain what he saw.
Huang Chenling waved her servants out, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat without interest. When she took off her chopsticks, she picked up the snacks made by Yan Ruocheng. She skillfully made the pastry into a cute little bunny shape, which looked very cute.
He looked at the little bunny pastry, laughed a little, and couldn't help but said: "It looks ugly, but the pastry it makes is pretty good."
However, when he thought that the pastry tasted great, he put the little rabbit pastry into his mouth and bit it down. A strange taste that was bitter, sweet, and salty made him raise his eyebrows.
He chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed them reluctantly. Then he picked up the cup and took a few sips of tea. He couldn't help cursing secretly: "This guy can't live without trying to die for a day. Even making pastries has a weird smell.
Wait until she comes back and force her to eat it all by herself."