Warriors!

Wu Qing really wanted to give Prince Ding a "Best Pretender Award".

He had just put his hand into the highly concentrated solution that was supposed to be used for wiping.

In modern times, it is equivalent to soaking the wound directly in alcohol.

The pain is self-evident.

Wu Qing sighed in his heart and felt a spontaneous admiration for Prince Ding.

In order to maintain his demeanor and appear calm and composed in front of the palace maids, Prince Ding really tried his best.

After realizing that he had misunderstood Liu Yuanzheng's words, Prince Ding silently took his hand away.

The blood on his hands had disappeared.

But the skin at the edge of the wound was pale, completely different from that of a living person, and looked even more terrifying.

Yuan Liu was speechless.

When the potion was brought, Prince Ding said nothing.

Director Liu was busy preparing the medicine and did not notice his actions.

When he turned around, Prince Ding had already put his entire hand into the basin.

After a moment of silence, Liu Yuanzheng considered his words carefully and said: "Your Majesty, if the wound hurts, please tell me directly."

Doctors are not afraid of patients' pain, but they hate it most when patients endure the pain in silence.

Pain means that the doctor has found the right spot, or it may be a warning, reminding the doctor to change the prescription in time.

But if the patient doesn’t complain in pain, that would be a problem.

Liu Yuanzheng didn't know whether Prince Ding was truly indifferent or chose to endure it for some reason.

In either case, it will affect the effectiveness of treatment.

Prince Ding clenched his right fist and placed it on his leg, his face still calm.

"It really doesn't hurt," he said calmly.

Dean Liu breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good. That's good."

Liu Yuanzheng repeated it twice in a row, as if to reassure himself. He looked away and went back to fiddling with his medicine box.

Wu Qing felt that Prince Ding's heart was not as calm as he appeared to be.

She was close enough to clearly see a bloodstain on Prince Ding's lower lip.

His lips were thin and looked even paler due to blood loss, and the bloodstain was like a streak of red frost on the white snow.

At the same time, she also noticed that Prince Ding's right arm was trembling slightly.

Looking down, you can still see his clenched fist. The veins on his fist are clearly visible, and it is obvious that he is in great pain.

Wu Qing was happy.

[This guy is really good at pretending! He's clearly in so much pain! ]

Wu Qing stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I will go out for a while and will be back to accompany you soon."

Prince Ding raised his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes trembling. He didn't understand what it meant, but nodded.

Not long after, Wu Qing stepped into the room again.

There was a basin of clean water in her hands.

The water in winter is so cold that it makes people want to die, but it is just right for use now.

Wu Qing placed the basin steadily on the table and brought a few clean towels from the backyard.

She said, "This water is definitely cold enough. If it hurts, can I give you a cold compress?"

Prince Ding said nothing.

He just said that he was not in pain. If he changed his words now, wouldn't he be slapping himself in the face?

But the wound on my left hand...

It really hurts.

Prince Ding shook his head and said with a smile, "It's just normal pain, no need to trouble you, my Lord."

As he finished speaking, he let out a very slight breath, which was caught by Wu Qing.

Wu Qing was speechless: "..."

【I admire you. I admire you.】

Wu Qing made up her mind that if she was seriously injured next time, she would learn Prince Ding's pretentious spirit and never cry out in pain.

But now, Wu Qing didn't want Prince Ding to act arrogantly.

——She must be fully responsible for the injuries in the studio.

Wu Qing pretended he heard nothing and continued doing his own thing.

She rolled up her sleeves and dipped the handkerchief into the icy water.

After squeezing out the excess water, she placed the towel directly over Prince Ding's left hand.

"Your Highness, aren't you cold?" Wu Qing raised his chin and asked.

Prince Ding's lips moved, and it was unclear whether it was because of the cold or the pain.

Wu Qing took it as his consent.

Wiping would easily tear the wound, so she used pressure to gently wipe away the remaining medicine on Prince Ding's left hand.

With Wu Qing's movements, the pain was diluted a lot.

Prince Ding's tense body began to slowly relax, and his brows also relaxed.

Wu Qing patiently helped him apply ice again and again.

Her attention had long since shifted from Prince Ding's wound to his nails.

[These nails are also beautiful, perfect for manicure. 】

Wu Qing was so envious that he touched her secretly when Prince Ding wasn't paying attention.

Prince Ding didn't notice her little action and just lowered his head to stare at Wu Qing.

When a lucky person devotes his or her whole self to something, it is actually... normal.

Prince Ding searched for the right words in his mind, and finally, the word "normal" came to his mind.

At first, he wanted to use the word "well-behaved" to describe her, but then he felt that it was inappropriate and that such a word seemed too frivolous.

At this moment, Prince Ding suddenly recalled Concubine Ji's age.

She had not yet turned seventeen.

In the past, he regarded Concubine Ji as his brother's concubine and never thought deeply about this.

After careful consideration, he was shocked to realize that the age gap between Concubine Ji and his brother was so huge.

How does Concubine Ji get along with her brother on a daily basis?

It must be different from when I was with him.

Perhaps this "normal" state is her normal state...

An inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, making Prince Ding feel a little depressed.

The pain had subsided. Prince Ding withdrew his thoughts and thanked Wu Qing.

Wu Qing noticed that Prince Ding's right hand had relaxed, and he also stopped his actions.

Liu Yuanzheng finally had the chance to interrupt.

"Please take a seat, my lord. I will now apply medicine to the prince."

When Concubine Ji brought the clean water, Liu Yuanzheng's heart began to hang in the air, fearing that Concubine Ji might accidentally cause trouble again.

To his surprise, although Ji Guiren's movements were not skillful, they were very meticulous, and she obviously had experience in treating wounds.

Seeing that Concubine Ji stopped, Liu Yuanzheng quickly spoke, interrupting their conversation.

Wu Qing picked up the copper basin and said, "Okay, I'll go pour the water first."

Yuan Liu nodded hurriedly, thanking Concubine Ji for giving him a moment of respite.

Wu Qing estimated that it would take some time for Dr. Liu to apply the medicine.

She slowed down and strolled along the flagstone path in the backyard.

As she passed the backyard, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of two-wheeled wooden carts going in and out.

A dozen eunuchs gathered in the backyard, moving bundles of medicinal herbs up and down the cart. It was hard not to notice them.

Wu Qing casually grabbed an apprentice who he liked and asked, "Does the Imperial Hospital have so many carts coming in and out every day?"

The apprentice bowed to her and replied, "In reply to your words, it was not so busy in the past. These herbs were transported here for use in Jingyixuan."

Jingyixuan?

Wu Qing's heart moved.

The Queen had previously revoked her power to manage the selection list and instead put her in charge of the princes' studies.

These days, she has been busy with her new job and has forgotten about the talent show.

Wu Qing asked the apprentice's name.

After asking, Wu Qing said, "Xiahou, I will give you a great opportunity."