Jiang Fang held the boy in his arms and rode for a while, but couldn't help but shout to stop.
There is absolutely no romantic feeling like two people riding together in a costume drama!
The wind blew in her face, and the smell of the boy's rancid clothes and lightly scented hair mixed together, making her unbearable.
If you hang him sideways on the horse, you can't control whether he will be thrown up or not.
The sun was getting higher and higher. The four of them, Luo Huiniang, who had gone out for a walk, returned to the courtyard, followed by Jiang Er.
Duan Jiu was bored and sitting on the steps in front of the gate, and finally waited for the sound of horse hooves.
Jiang Fang, who was on horseback, seemed to be wrapped in a layer of gold lace, and when he ran towards him, he felt a little inexplicably dazzling.
Seeing a man in tattered clothes riding on a horse like a piece of cargo, Duan Jiu asked casually: "Are you dead?"
Jiang Fang: "You have a crow's mouth."
A hard-working actor deserves respect even if someone approaches her with purpose!
When Jiang Fang rode his horse to the yard, Duan Jiuzai stepped forward leisurely.
"Let me see which unlucky guy it is?"
Jiang Fang jumped off the horse, lifted the young man down, and laid him flat on the ground.
Duan Jiu froze when he pushed his hair aside and saw the dark and red face clearly.
Nangong Chuiyang...
This movement attracted others.
Guilian looked over and said with a smile: "Doctor Jiang picked up another beggar and came back. It seems that his leg was injured."
After saying that, she clapped her mouth and said, "I picked up another beggar." The third lady didn't like to hear this.
Mrs. Sheng curled her lips and said, half sincerely and half sarcastically, "Doctor Jiang is a doctor with a benevolent heart."
If it weren't for this benevolence, he wouldn't have helped Zi Ang, who was still a beggar. But if he was too kind and crossed the line by relying on kindness, it would be meaningless.
Little did Jiang Fang know that Mr. Sheng had started to act like a fool again.
Yu Ziang nodded in agreement: "Sister Ah Fang is the best and most kind-hearted doctor! That beggar is so lucky to be saved by her! Mom, let me go out and take a look..."
"No, you have to rest."
Mrs. Sheng said her words of rejection, but still had a loving smile on her face.
Going out to hang out with Xiaobai? Absolutely forbidden!
Yu Ziang could only sit back with a grimace. His mother pampered him so much that she had no freedom at all.
Mrs. Sheng couldn't bear her son just sitting there, so she took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and taught him her name to distract Yu Ziang's attention.
"This time he should be a simple beggar. He doesn't have any extraordinary status, right?"
Guilian leaned against the door and muttered, but she didn't know that she was just thinking nonsense, and she was really right.
Luo Huiniang and Jiang Da thought the boy was encountered by Jiang Fang by chance, but they didn't expect that the animal trap she set had injured him.
Fortunately no one was killed.
They had no doubts about their daughter's medical skills; they were worried about other things.
"Have all the other animal traps been put away?"
"Orion doesn't talk nonsense, right?"
Duan Jiu frowned, looked at the unconscious boy's wounds, and figured out what was going on almost instantly.
This guy risked his life just to be by his side.
Nangong Chuiyang recognized herbal medicine earlier than he could read. At the age of five or six, he carried a medicine box on his back and followed his grandfather, who was an imperial physician, in and out of the palace.
Even though he has a good family background, it is still very dangerous to intentionally get injured and burn like this.
Duan Jiu's heart, which was as cold as ice, felt a hint of emotion.
"Is his leg okay?"
Jiang Fang took a closer look and saw that the wound was deep enough to show the bone. Coupled with the hot weather, lying in the wilderness accelerated the development of inflammation.
What is this dirty bag? It’s too hard. In an era without antibiotics, this kind of injury would be a disaster.
"With me here, how can anything happen to him?"
After debridement, suturing, bandaging, and a few injections, it was basically stable.
Jiang Fang said, and was about to carry the still unconscious boy into the house.
"What are you doing?" Duan Jiu's eyelids twitched and he wanted to snatch that boy Nangong back.
Damn it, that princess hug again! What does it look like!
Jiang Fang was stunned: "Then come."
It's really baffling to ask questions knowingly.
But with his size, can he be hugged?
Duan Jiu thought about the scene of his princess hugging Nangong Chuiyang...
It's a bit awkward to switch back and forth between being unable to hold her and holding her up.
He gritted his teeth and said, "We can carry him in."
Manager Jia was lying on the window lattice. Seeing the boy's bleeding leg, he asked with concern: "Doctor Jiang, is he going to have his leg amputated?"
There was a hint of suspicious excitement in his tone.
Say yes quickly! I can’t suffer alone!
Jiang Fang is a bit funny, this guy is a real villain, and he gloats unabashedly.
Duan Jiu glanced at Guanshi Jia and made a plan in his mind to find an opportunity to completely break his leg and then throw the severed limb to the dog.
Let’s see how else Jiang Fang can be saved.
Manager Jia suddenly felt a little cold, touched his arm, and looked at Duan Jiu doubtfully.
Dr. Jiang's husband's look just now was so evil.
It must be his hallucination, Doctor Jiang's husband is also a poor oppressed person.
Manager Jia chuckled and cast a look of pity again. Compared with Duan Jiu, he was still very happy.
Jiang Fang and Duan Jiu carried the young man into an empty room.
Including Luo Huiniang, there are now four patients living at home, just like a community hospital.
In just a few days, this courtyard became very popular.
Duan Jiu asked Jiang Fang: "Can I stay?"
Jiang Fang was a little surprised. He showed unusual concern for Zang Zang Bao.
Even though it was just an ordinary question, it was already very unusual for Duan Hecha.
"what ever."
Nangong Chuiyang's eyelids twitched slightly. He had taken heat-clearing and anti-inflammatory medicine in advance and still had a fever. However, it was worth it to be able to successfully enter Jiang's house and meet His Highness Ninth Prince.
Your Highness is aware of his medical skills. He is a genius and a great doctor from Yue Elementary School!
After His Highness drives this pervert out, he will wake up and heal the wound himself.
Duan Jiu noticed Jiang Fang's probing gaze and pursed his lips. Forget it, he couldn't reveal his relationship with Nangong or his identity.
I don’t know why, but I always feel that the status of Yue Guo’s proton is worse than that of a death row prisoner.
"I'd better go out and treat him without disturbing you."
Jiang Fang can even heal Yu Ziang's hand. There is no need to worry about minor injuries like Nangong's.
Nangong Chuiyang's eyelids trembled, His Highness was holding back! He still wanted this leg!
The door was closed, and Nangong Chuiyang tensed up, resisting the urge to open his eyes.
There are countless spies around, monitoring His Highness as a hostage. Even if he sneaks into the Jiang family, he must be careful not to reveal any loopholes.
Nangong Chuiyang didn't know that half of his vest had already fallen off from Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang took out the scissors and cut open his torn pants with two clicks.
Thinking that Nangong Chuiyang was still in a coma, he directly removed the layer of carrion outside the wound without anesthesia.
Caught off guard, Nangong Chuiyang clenched the sheets tightly in pain and yelled: "Ah——!"