"Well," Shangguan Ruoli sat on the chair, poured himself a cup of herbal tea and drank it.
But she whispered in her heart: Could it be that Dongming Ziyu minded her visiting Feng Jinxing?
Feng Jinxing is so injured, why does he care?
Feng Jinxing was captured and used as a hostage even though he was doing well, wasn't it because of them?
If Dongming Ziyu was jealous about this matter, Shangguan Ruoli would definitely give him a sentence: It's unreasonable to make trouble!
Dongming Ziyu remained silent. Shangguan Ruoli glanced at him secretly and saw that his expression was quite calm.
But this guy has always shown his emotions and anger. When he doesn't want others to see his expression, don't expect to see the change of expression on his face or eyes.
Dongming Ziyu was really not jealous this time, he just wanted to know what Feng Jinxing was up to.
He knew that Feng Jinxing had sent several letters in succession. After all, he was "severely injured and died", so he couldn't directly intervene.
Shangguan Ruoli waited for a long time but didn't see Dongming Ziyu's response. He took out a letter from his arms and gave it to him, saying: "He didn't know you were pretending. He asked me to give this and asked me to arrange for someone to pick it up."
forage."
Dongming Ziyu's face darkened, "Are you pretending? Is this king just pretending? I am indeed seriously injured!"
"Okay, okay! I was wrong." Shangguan Ruoli stroked his chest and smoothed his hair.
Dongming Ziyu was very satisfied with her attitude. He read the letter and was also very satisfied with the quantity. "Now there is enough food for the people of the city."
Shangguan Ruoli then told about Feng Jinxing's plan to implement an economic blockade on Nanyun together with Jing Yu, and finally said: "I'm sure he will discuss this matter with Jing Yu."
Dongming Ziyu said pertinently: "He is very insidious and is suitable to be the chief assistant or the prime minister."
Shangguan Ruoli: "..."
Is this a compliment?
Shangguan Ruoli leaned gently on Dongming Ziyu's shoulder and said softly: "I have already ordered someone to assassinate Nanyun Lengyue. You won't be angry because I took the initiative on my own, right?"
Dongming Ziyu touched her hair with his big hands, "No, you should have such a reaction."
Shangguan Ruoli felt a deep sense of fatigue. She just wanted to live a life without fighting with the world, but she was caught in the limelight by the huge waves of life.
…
Ling Yao entered Feng Jinxing's room with a tray, while Qingyun and several boys saluted.
"I'm here to give Uncle Feng an injection and change the medicine!" Ling Yao put the tray on the table, picked up the injection, and started to apply the medicine.
Feng Jinxing smiled warmly and said: "Leave this matter to Qingyun, he can do it well, but you... shouldn't do this."
Men and women do not have sex, and she is almost ten years old.
"Am I a doctor, or is he a doctor? In the eyes of a doctor, there are only patients! There is no difference in gender, status, wealth or poverty!" Ling Yao's face was sullen and serious.
Feng Jinxing continued to resist, "That was an expedient measure in a desperate situation. Isn't there a male doctor now?"
Ling Yao said calmly: "They are all very busy. There are 10,000 soldiers to take care of. The master is seriously injured and the prescription for anti-venom has not been developed yet."
Feng Jinxing: "..."
Well, the lives of soldiers are equally important.
In this serious situation, he cannot be pretentious.
He winked at Qingyun.
Qingyun accurately received the master's hint, coughed slightly, and said: "Miss, I'd better leave the injections and wound treatment to the younger one. There are missionaries on the prince's ocean-going merchant ship, and they taught me Western medical skills.
competent!"
Ling Yao raised her eyebrows, "You mean, you who have studied for a few days are the same as me who have studied for five or six years?"
Qingyun wondered: "No, no, no!"
"Why don't you cooperate quickly?" Ling Yao raised the syringe and pushed out the air inside.
Qingyun made a helpless expression towards Feng Jinxing and said: I tried my best.
A hint of helplessness flashed across Feng Jinxing's eyes, but he did not refuse.
Qingyun tilted his body and took off his pants, revealing a little bit of fair skin.
This was not the first time. Feng Jinxing's face was still red, out of embarrassment.
But Ling Yao's clear and clear eyes contained no distracting thoughts except professional confidence.
In her eyes, Feng Jinxing is a patient, a patient she cares about very much.
After the injection, Feng Jinxing was carefully changed the dressing.
Although the wound on the shoulder is through, the inside has basically healed, leaving only the wounds on the front and back that are not easy to heal.
It has already been processed, the remaining medicinal residue was removed, and the medicine was reapplied.
As for the injury on his leg, it was very serious. After simple fixation, he had to undergo surgery and fix it with steel nails and plates. If he recovered well, he would not be lame.
Ling Yao was very careful when changing the dressing. If she was not careful, she would touch Feng Jinxing. This kind of pain is unbearable for ordinary people.
"This medicine contains analgesic ingredients. Just bear with it, and the pain will be gone in a while."
Feng Jinxing's face was as pale as paper in pain, but he still comforted her and said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all."
Ling Yao's eyes turned red. As a doctor, she knew very well how painful a broken bone would be. Even if anesthesia was used, it would still hurt after the anesthesia was over.
She also has a bad temper. When she is impatient, she often scolds patients who yell because of pain.
However, facing Feng Jinxing's gentle strength, Ling Yao really felt sorry for him and admired him very much.
Feng Jinxing has no martial arts skills and looks quite weak. He usually has a good temper, but he can be so tolerant.
The room was silent, Ling Yao's eyes were focused on his wounds, serious, professional, and rigorous, her delicate brows were tightly knitted, and she was so serious that it made people feel respectful.
Feng Jinxing felt dazed for a while, his eyes blank.
Once upon a time, Shangguan Ruoli treated his wounds with such an expression.
How long?
It seems like it happened in a previous life.
It had been many years since he had thought of those past events, and now that he suddenly recalled them, besides the warmth in his heart, he no longer had the same throbbing as before.
Sure enough, time is the shrewdest manipulator.
Dongming Ziyu soon found out that Ling Yao had personally changed dressings and injected needles for Feng Jinxing. He was so furious that he immediately told Mo Xiang to call Shangguan Ruoli.
Shangguan Ruoli was helping Bai Qingqing research the poisonous poison antidote. She had just bled some more blood and her face was extremely pale.
Some people couldn't hold on any longer, and she couldn't just watch those soldiers die.
Bai Qingqing's face didn't look much better. She couldn't move due to her injuries, so she could only instruct Shangguan Ruoli and his disciples to take action.
Shangguan Ruoli was willing to listen to Bai Qingqing's command. Bai Qingqing came from a future that was more than three hundred years more advanced than her, and his medical skills were much more advanced than her time.
Don't think about saying outside the door: "Princess, Your Majesty, please come over."
"Okay, here we come!" Shangguan Ruoli stopped what he was doing, took off his isolation gown, washed his hands carefully, and then went out.
When he saw Mo Xiang, he asked casually: "What does the prince want from me?"
Mo Xiang's eyes flashed slightly and he whispered: "I don't know, but the prince's face is very ugly and he is about to get angry."