When the second brother shouted this, Zhang Baotang's eyes turned red.

Miss Jun had already opened the medicine box and was looking at Zhu Zan's clothes.

He was wearing clothes on his upper body and just a sheet wrapped around his lower body.

"Take it off for him," she said.

Zhang Baotang and Sifeng reached out their hands quickly, but seeing the bloodstained list that seemed to be grown together with the body, they didn't know how to start, so they carefully and slowly peeled it down.

"Didn't you eat?"

Zhu Zan's voice sounded dully, and he turned his head slightly.

Hearing this, Zhang Baotang almost cried.

"Second brother, are you okay?" he said with a sob and hurried to Zhu Zan.

"What good is good? What can I do about it?" Si Feng said unhappily, half kneeling down and lowering her voice. "My uncle has sent someone here. Huang is pretending to be dead at home, trying to force His Majesty to kill you, but His Majesty won't do anything to you. The key is that you must hold on."

"Hmm." Zhu Zan made a sound through his nose, but the next moment his body trembled and he cried out.

Zhu Zan half-raised himself and turned his head to look back. Zhang Baotang, one of the four phoenixes surrounding him, was startled and also looked back.

Miss Jun stood beside Zhu Zan and was peeling off the sheet on his hips and legs.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Zan shouted hoarsely, and began to struggle while reaching out to protect his list.

With a "swish" sound, Miss Jun pulled it off swiftly and stood up straight.

Zhu Zan cried out, and it was unclear whether it was out of pain or fear.

Sifeng Zhang Baotang also shuddered.

It turns out that doctors are all cruel.

"You, you, you are shameless." Zhu Zan said with his eyes wide open, struggling to cover his uncovered lower body.

Sifeng couldn't help laughing, even though she really shouldn't laugh at this moment.

"Second brother, Miss Jun is a doctor. She took off your pants to see your wounds." Zhang Baotang explained seriously.

"Why let her come!" Zhu Zan shouted, "All the doctors you know are dead?"

"Because Miss Jun allows us to..." Zhang Baotang said with emotion.

Before he could finish his words, Sifeng poked him with his arm.

"Of course there are other doctors, but it's hard to get in, so I still hope it's safe and permanent." Sifeng said, "Miss Jun is the best after all."

"How powerful is she..." Zhu Zan said, but before he finished speaking he roared again and fell back on the bed.

Everyone was shocked again when they saw that it was Miss Jun who took out a piece of cotton cloth soaked in medicine and pressed it on Zhu Zan's wound.

"Miss Jun, you should also say hello." Sifeng stroked his chest and said, "Let him get ready."

Miss Jun nodded.

She didn't say anything, but Zhu Zan kept talking.

"What do you want?"

"Just applying medicine, give it to Baotang, give it to Baotang..."

"Take your hands off me, what are you touching..."

Zhang Baotang patiently explained and comforted Zhu Zan. Sifeng stood aside, holding back her laughter, watching Miss Jun apply medicine and check the wound.

"How is it?" he asked in a low voice. "Is it heavy?"

Miss Jun looked at the scabbing wound, wiped it with a medicated cloth, and picked it up to sniff.

"This doctor is amazing," she said. "The injury is almost healed."

Sifeng raised his eyebrows.

"The Royal Guard is so kind?" he said.

Miss Jun shook her head, wiped Zhu Zan's wound, and took out a bottle of ointment.

"Of course it's not out of kindness," she said, leaning over and carefully applying ointment to the wound. "It's just to prevent him from dying from his injuries. I'm using medicine to keep him alive. You don't treat this body as a person at all. The wounds here heal faster, while other places are damaged faster. It's just tearing down the east wall to repair the west wall."

Sifeng swore.

"I knew these guys were inhumane," he said, with a sincere look on his face. "Then there's Miss Lao Jun."

Miss Jun nodded and handed over another porcelain vase.

"Feed this to him," she said.

Sifeng took it and walked in front of Zhu Zan.

"Her medicine works so well..." Zhu Zan said.

Before he could finish his words, Sifeng stuffed the medicine into his mouth and forced him to swallow it.

Zhu Zan swallowed the medicine, spit it out, and said nothing more.

Si Feng glanced at Miss Jun who was applying medicine carefully and conscientiously at the back, then looked at Zhu Zan.

"Why are you doing this?" He sighed, "If you really want to do it, let's talk it over. It won't be like this if we replace it with someone else."

"Yes." Zhang Baotang also said hurriedly, "If something happens to you, it will be over."

Zhu Zan on the door panel closed his eyes and nodded.

"It's not over yet." He said hoarsely, and then fell silent, as if he didn't want to talk about it anymore.

Zhang Baotang and Sifeng looked at each other. Things had come to this point. Even if they felt regretful, they were unwilling to speak about it in front of others. There was no point in asking about the past.

The two men stopped asking questions and inquired about his injuries and how the Jinyiwei had tortured him to extract a confession. Zhu Zan gave intermittent answers, and gradually stopped talking and moving.

"Second brother?" Zhang Baotang was startled and shouted, then turned back to look at Miss Jun, "He fainted."

Miss Jun didn't look up.

"No, after taking the medicine and relaxing his tension, he feels a little dazed. This is also a form of rest, which is good for him," she said.

Zhang Baotang and Sifeng breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Miss Jun who was applying the medicine carefully and seriously.

Zhu Zan indeed did not faint. After a while, he opened his eyes and muttered complaints about the medicine.

Zhang Baotang tried to comfort her but was stopped by Sifeng.

"Miss Jun, you are busy. Let's go out and take a look." Sifeng said, and looked around again, "You can talk about anything."

After saying this, Zhang Baotang, somewhat puzzled, went out.

The cell fell into silence. Miss Jun carefully applied medicine to the last wound. Zhu Zan let out a muffled groan.

"Can you be more careful?" he said angrily. "It hurts so much."

Miss Jun glanced at him.

"Why? It looks like you've been hurt a lot at his hands." She said, "Can't bear it anymore?"

Zhu Zan sneered.

"I couldn't stand the beast's hand?" he said. "Then I am worse than the beast."

Miss Jun laughed.

The laughter echoed loudly, filling the dim cell and becoming bright in an instant.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhu Zan said unhappily, "Have you finished applying the medicine? If you have, cover it up quickly."

Miss Jun smiled and glanced at Zhu Zan's naked body.

"There's nothing to see," she said.

Zhu Zan cursed and tried to stand up.

"You bastard," he shouted.

Miss Jun laughed again.