Chapter 282: The tendons of the hand were cut

After Feng Lao San led the doctor out, he asked: "Doctor, the patient's throat..."

They all knew that the prince consort couldn't speak now, but they didn't know whether it was his throat or his tongue that was cut. They couldn't ask the prince consort to open his mouth to let them see if his tongue was still there, right?

The doctor glanced at him and said, "He was once poisoned, and his throat was hoarse. The poison was somewhat relieved, but not completely, so he is like this now."

"Also, I can't say it directly in front of the patient just now. The tendons of his hands have been cut. At that time, they probably just used some medicine casually, and there was no real treatment. In addition, it has been too long, and now even if he tries harder, he can't recover to his original state."

"In the future, his hands can't do heavy work, lift heavy objects, and he has to be more careful on rainy days and in winter."

Feng Lao San asked hurriedly, "Can he still write and paint?"

I heard from the boss that the prince consort was a talented man in the past, so writing poetry and painting should be the basics. If he can't do it anymore, wouldn't it be very sad?

"It's okay to write a few words occasionally, but not too many, and even worse, painting."

In short, she will have to be raised in a pampered way in the future!

Feng Lao San wanted to sigh after hearing this.

The son-in-law is really too pitiful!

"Thank you, doctor, we know everything. We will definitely take care of the patient according to your requirements."

Feng Lao San promised solemnly.

Xu Muhua did not show up until she came out of the inner room after the doctor left. Feng Lao Da repeated the doctor's words word for word.

Xu Muhua said in astonishment: "Doctor, what you mean is that as long as the poison is completely removed, the prince consort will be able to speak?"

"That's what the doctor means. But the doctor also said that the prince consort has been poisoned for too long. Even if the poison is completely removed, the prince consort's throat will be affected, and he may not be able to speak as before. The voice may become... very unpleasant."

Xu Muhua waved her hand, "The prince consort is not a singer. Compared with being able to speak, an unpleasant voice is nothing!"

It turns out that the prince consort didn't have his tongue cut off, but was poisoned and made dumb!

There is still a chance to recover. This can be regarded as a bit of mercy from God to the prince consort, right?

Everyone agreed with what she said.

There is still a chance to speak. What could be more important and more worthy of joy than this?

Wu'er also handed her the prescription written by the doctor.

She took it and looked at it - well, although she couldn't understand the principle of the prescription, it didn't prevent her from recognizing the various medicinal materials on it. Just looking at the name, she knew they were very expensive!

"Do as the doctor says! The son-in-law is too weak now and needs to be taken care of. Not only in the matter of taking medicine for treatment, but also in daily diet."

She looked at Boss Feng and said earnestly: "Thank you for your hard work during this period of time. You must take good care of him. There must not be any mistakes. Do you understand?"

Boss Feng subconsciously straightened his back, "Boss, don't worry. , we all understand! We will definitely take good care of the prince consort!"

Xu Muhua pondered for a while and said: "You may be able to take care of people, but you may not be good at food. If you know someone who is proficient in this area, you can ask him to come back to help in the kitchen."

Anyway, he will not come into contact with the prince consort, and no one should doubt it if he is just a relative of Boss Feng.

Boss Feng frowned and thought, but the third brother Feng remembered something, stepped forward and said: "Boss, I really know such a person."

Xu Muhua raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Tell me about it."

Boss Feng also looked at him, silently asking: Why didn't I know you knew such a person.

Feng Lao San smiled and said, "I have known this man for a long time, and I think we have a pretty good relationship. We used to drink wine together and eat snacks together. He may not be good at other things, but he is very good at cooking."

"According to him, his ancestor was a chef in the palace! But no one believed it. They thought that if it was true, how could he have become like that? I think, even if he is not a chef, his cooking skills are still very good. Maybe he can be called over to be in charge of the food for the prince consort."

"Can you trust him?"

Feng Lao San said, "You can trust him! Although his temper is not very good, he is definitely not a cunning person. On the contrary, he is quite loyal and principled. He just seems a little cynical."

Xu Muhua thought about it and quickly made a decision, "You go and talk to him first and ask him what he thinks. Remember that the identity of the son-in-law cannot be exposed."

"Okay, boss, I'll go find him and ask him if he is willing to come."

"As long as he is willing to help, you should not treat him badly."

Feng Lao San responded, and he was very active. Seeing that there was nothing to do for the time being, he went to contact people.

Xu Muhua went into the house to see the son-in-law.

At this time, the son-in-law had been cleaned up. Although he was very thin, she had seen the portrait of the son-in-law. So if you look carefully now, you can still vaguely see some of the Prince Consort's past.

I think when the Prince Consort is well, his flesh and blood are restored, the romantic and unrestrained Prince Consort should also return.

"Prince Consort, you can rest assured to recuperate here, I will find a chance to tell the princess about this!" The Prince Consort,

who originally had a faint smile on his face, frowned when he heard this, and became a little nervous, stretching out his hands to gesture.

"Oh, by the way, the doctor said that you still have a chance to speak, although your voice may not be as good as before, but I think it doesn't matter, Prince Consort, don't you think so?"

The Prince Consort became even more anxious!

He didn't care about this, he cared about what she just said!

Thinking quickly, he gestured for a pen and paper.

But Xu Muhua refused, "You want to write? No, the doctor said that your hand has been cut. Even if it is cured, it will never be restored to its previous state. You need to take good care of it. It's okay to write a few words occasionally. But the treatment hasn't started yet, so you can't hold a pen for the time being!"

The prince consort continued to gesture anxiously, pointing outside and then pointing at himself. Xu Muhua looked at him for a long time but didn't understand what he wanted to express.

So she looked at the prince consort apologetically, "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you want to express."

Prince consort: I'm tired!

I thought she was a very smart kid before, why did she suddenly become stupid now?

How could he meet Zhaoyang like this? Zhaoyang would be scared if he saw him like this!