“Then can’t you prescribe some medicine that can heal wounds when I drink it when I’m feeling upset?” Yan Shiyao blurted out.
The imperial physician pursed his lips and said seriously, "Only this medicine can cure your highness quickly."
The corners of Yan Shiyao's eyes twitched. She felt that he was talking nonsense. After all, he was the imperial physician, so his medical skills couldn't be poor, right?
"You must obey His Highness, otherwise His Highness will recover slowly." The imperial physician stared at Yan Shiyao and said meaningfully.
Yan Shiyao nodded perfunctorily.
After the imperial physician left the bedroom, the maid rolled up the bed curtains. Yan Shiyao looked at the weak Qi Qingchen and kindly offered advice, "Third Prince, why don't you go find a doctor? I think this imperial physician is old and his medical skills have declined. I'm afraid he won't be able to cure you."
"Miss Yan, Doctor Yan is the personal physician of His Majesty the Emperor Qi. How could his medical skills have regressed?" Jiang Jin retorted dissatisfiedly.
"What the concubine said is right." Qi Qingchen sat up from the bed, and the maid squatted on the ground and put on his boots.
"Let's go. I'm going to have my meal. You go serve the food for me." Qi Qingchen raised his uninjured hand.
Yan Shiyao reluctantly stepped forward and supported him.
The man lowered his eyes to look at her and said slowly, "Yan Shiyao, did you hear what Doctor Yan said? If I get angry again, the wound will heal more slowly, and you won't be able to leave, so just obey me."
Yan Shiyao held back the hand that was about to punch him and nodded obediently.
She really suspected that he and Doctor Yan were deceiving her. She had no way to expose him. Doctor Yan just said that the wound was not good, and no matter how many doctors he invited, they didn't dare to tell the truth!
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Dining room.
Yan Shiyao stood beside Qi Qingchen and served him food, unlike usual.
"Third Prince, please have some shrimps." Yan Shiyao curled her lips into a standard smile.
Qi Qingchen cooperated by opening his mouth and taking a bite of the shrimp.
He still didn't understand what Yan Shiyao wanted to do.
Every time she sat down and finished her meal, she would pick up two dishes for him out of politeness, saying that she was there to take care of him as he was injured. He felt that he had suffered a lot these days because of her care.
"Brother Qi, come and have some soup." Yan Shiyao blew on the soup on the spoon and handed it to his lips with a smile.
Qi Qingchen stared at the soup for a while. This was a meal prepared by his family, and Yan Shiyao could not do anything about it.
Besides, Yan Shiyao didn't have the guts to harm him in his house. Thinking of this, Qi Qingchen opened his mouth and drank the soup again.
"Brother Qi, wipe the corners of your mouth." Yan Shiyao gently took a handkerchief and wiped the soup from the corners of his mouth.
Qi Qingchen narrowed his eyes, "Yan Shiyao, you have..."
Yan Shiyao took advantage of his unpreparedness and pulled down his clothes, and the maid behind him lowered her head in panic.
The skin on the shoulder was white, and basically there was no harm. Yan Shiyao pointed at Qi Qingchen's wound and curled her lips, "Third Prince, explain it to me."
Qi Qingchen calmly pulled his robes together, "This shoulder is not injured."
Yan Shiyao endured it again and again, picked up the pastry and took a big bite.
The man had a wicked smile on his lips. "Yan Shiyao, let's eat. Why are you pulling my clothes? If you want to be with me, you don't have to be so anxious."
"Qi Qingchen, you are mentally ill." Yan Shiyao stepped forward, snatched the golden chopsticks from his hand, and threw them into the bamboo basket, "Don't eat it."
She would rather be with Wu An, who is behind Qi Qingchen, than with Qi Qingchen.
Qi Qingchen: "Wu An."
Wu An nodded, took out another pair of golden chopsticks and handed them to Qi Qingchen.
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