Chapter 34: One Person's Responsibility
Zixu looked up at Song Yanxi, pursed his lips and said nothing, but the surprise that flashed in his eyes betrayed him.
How did she know?
Song Yanxi didn't explain, but turned to look at Mo Jinchuan and said in a low voice: "Today's incident was caused by me. If the prince wants to punish me, then punish me."
Looking at Zixu, who stretched his head to try to hear what they were saying, Mo Jinchuan asked directly, "Do you want to take the punishment for him?"
He deliberately raised his voice so that everyone present could hear it clearly.
Song Yanxi was stunned, and a trace of annoyance flashed across her beautiful eyes.
With His Royal Highness Prince Jin's intelligence, she didn't believe that he couldn't guess her intention. Apart from doing it on purpose, she couldn't think of any other possibility.
Zixu got anxious when he heard this, and said word by word with a stern face: "No need, everyone has their own responsibility. It's not a manly thing to let a woman take the punishment for me!"
Don't be fooled by the fact that this little guy is not tall, he has an imposing aura that is not inferior to others. You can tell at first glance that he is his father's biological son.
This is the look...
Song Yanxi could only say that the father and son each had their own strengths, and there was no similarity at all in their faces.
Thinking of the little baby who had just been frightened and sent back to the room, she couldn't help but feel curious and wanted to see Mo Jinchuan's other two children.
Although the brother and sister are not ugly, they have not inherited their father's peerless looks. I wonder if the other two children have any similarities with him.
It would be a pity if no one inherited Mo Jinchuan's face.
When Song Yanxi came back to her senses, she noticed that the father and son were looking at each other, and they were in a stalemate, neither of them dared to speak first.
This kind of stubbornness is very similar.
Seeing the little guy sweating profusely in pain without saying a word, Song Yanxi sighed in her heart and silently walked forward to help him up.
Looking at the hand reaching out to him, Zixu turned his head and said stubbornly: "I'm fine, don't worry about me."
Mo Jinchuan's face turned cold. "Don't bother with him. If he wants to kneel, let him kneel to his heart's content."
Hearing this, the little man who originally looked like he was invincible suddenly had his eyes red with grievance, and tears seemed to be welling up in his eyes.
Logically speaking, it is a father's job to discipline his children, and Song Yanxi, as an outsider, should not interfere.
But she is also a doctor, and the oath she made to her master when she became his disciple seems to be still fresh in her mind.
She couldn't remain indifferent.
Song Yanxi warned with a cold face: "If you don't get your leg treated soon, and miss the best time to treat it, and leave sequelae, don't even think about riding a horse or shooting arrows in the future."
"You're talking nonsense, there's nothing wrong with my legs!"
Zixu, whose sore spot was touched, turned around and glared at her with red eyes.
He wants to be a general in the future, just like his father did, fighting on the battlefield to defend his country. How can he be a general if he can't ride a horse or shoot an arrow?
This woman must be trying to scare him.
It must be!
The little guy became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He struggled to stand up and show himself to Song Yanxi.
As a result, as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain in his knee and his face instantly lost all color.
Mo Jinchuan's eyes suddenly darkened. Just as he was about to order An Yi to take action, he saw a pair of bare hands moving faster and grabbing Zixu who was almost kneeling down again.
If he hit her again, adding insult to injury, then her threats would no longer be just bluffs.
Seeing the little guy's face quickly flushed with blood, Song Yanxi hurriedly said, "Stand still, I can't hold you."
"You!" Zixu's eyes widened and he blurted out, "How can I be that heavy?"
Although he refused to admit it, his body cooperated perfectly and he stood still as she asked.
He looked Song Yanxi up and down, as if he had thought of something, and looked at Mo Jinchuan with a look of disdain, "Daddy, how can you be so stingy? You don't even give me food. Look how thin she is."
Although they were clearly words of concern, coming from his tsundere mouth, they took on a completely different flavor.
Mo Jinchuan glared at him and asked, "Is this what I usually teach you?"
Zixu lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Miss Song, I'm sorry."
As soon as these words came out, Song Yanxi felt that the air around her seemed to have become a little colder.
The little guy shuddered and decisively changed his words: "Sister Song, I'm sorry!"
Hearing the word "sister", Song Yanxi suddenly realized why she felt that Zixu's words sounded familiar.
These brother and sister are really brave enough to teach and learn at the same time.
That little milk ball that day said she was not going to live anymore, and what Zixu said just now, it was really...
Even the tsundere little look is almost exactly the same.
Seeing his son trying to be of the same generation as him, Jinchuan could no longer tolerate it and said with a dark face: "An Yi, send him back to his room."
"I don't..." Zixu's rebuttal came to an abrupt end when he met Mo Jinchuan's cold eyes.
Based on his understanding of his father, if he dared to say another word, he would definitely be beaten tonight.
Seeing An Yi trying to lift the little guy onto his shoulder again, Song Yanxi hurriedly stopped him and said, "The Third Young Master is injured in his leg, so you'd better hold him."
"Okay." An Yi responded, then he grabbed the man with one hand, facing backwards with his stomach facing down, and carried him on his shoulder, striding away.
Mo Jinchuan explained: "Don't worry, this brat is very tough."
Song Yanxi wanted to say that this was not the way to raise a child, but then she thought that she was not related to them, so she simply shut up and said no more.
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After the medicinal bath, Mo Jinchuan looked at Song Yanxi's back as she was busy packing up, and suddenly asked, "How long will it take for me to walk again?"
This was the first time that Mo Jinchuan took the initiative to ask about the time limit since the treatment.
Song Yanxi paused, "Your Highness, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"truth."
"I have no idea."
These few short words made the atmosphere in the room suddenly heavy.
Song Yanxi packed the silver needles and closed the medicine box, then turned to look at Mo Jinchuan who was sitting in a wheelchair.
He looked at her calmly, his face expressionless, as if he was not surprised by the result at all.
If Song Yanxi hadn't seen his hands unconsciously tightening on his knees, she might have really believed his act of indifference.
Song Yanxi took a deep breath and explained as concisely as possible, "Before the acupuncture, I tried to use manual techniques to help the dislocated bones return to their original position, but the effect was minimal. If I continue like this for three to five years, I may be able to heal."
Although she told Mo Jinchuan at the beginning that she was only 30% sure.
But when I really say these words, I can't help but feel uncomfortable.
A person like him should be an eagle soaring in the sky, galloping on his own battlefield to protect the beautiful land, instead of being trapped in this square house in a wheelchair like he is now.
He has somewhere to go and doesn't belong here.
Facing Mo Jinchuan's dark eyes, Song Yanxi clenched her fists, finally made up her mind, and asked, "I have another method. I wonder if Your Highness is willing to try it."
"I am willing." Mo Jinchuan answered quickly.
It's not the kind of answer that is given after careful consideration, as one is left with no other choice but to compromise because of the fear that one can't stand up.
Song Yanxi's eyes flickered slightly. "I will write a prescription later. Once the prince's people have gathered all the necessary medicines, I will start setting the prince's bones."
Mo Jinchuan nodded, "Thank you for your help."
As she turned to get the medicine box, Song Yanxi thought of something and said, "I won't be here to look for herbs these days. If your legs hurt at night, just take one of the pills the imperial physician prescribed."
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