He Er was forced into a chair by Nan Xing.
Nanxing's strength was so great that even this rough man who had been on the battlefield couldn't resist it.
Seeing Fu Bai squat down in front of him, really about to look at his legs, He Er awkwardly withdrew his foot.
Fu Bai grabbed him firmly, pulling up his trouser leg.
With the part of her body she least wanted to be seen exposed to the air, He Er closed her eyes helplessly.
He Er's calves can only be described as grotesque and terrifying. Long-term poor blood circulation has caused his feet to atrophy from the knees down.
His bones must have been broken and not properly set, which is why they look somewhat deformed.
This foot, unable to exert any force, is a perpetual pain in He Er's heart. Every time she sees her foot like this, she feels utterly disgusted.
But there was no sign of disgust on Fu Bai's face; he was very serious about the palpation.
After examining every inch of bone and skin, Fu Bai stood up and said to He Er, "Don't worry, it can be cured."
He Er asked incredulously, "Can it really be cured?"
Nanxing proudly said, "My princess never boasts. If she says she can cure it, then she can."
Upon receiving a definite answer, He Er's face lit up with joy. However, his expression soon returned to its usual gloom. He hurriedly bent down to pull down his trouser leg and got up to leave.
"Your Highness... I... I don't want to be treated."
The man who had been so righteous when talking about the King of Li before was now looking embarrassed from head to toe.
Nanxing asked, puzzled, "If you can cure it, why don't you? Have you gone mad?"
Fu Bai had already returned to his desk and finished writing a prescription. He glanced at He Er's patched coarse linen clothes and understood.
“Your leg was broken in the war, broken for the peace of Dasheng.” Fu Bai handed the prescription to the waiter, asking him to get the medicine and boil it into a paste. He then looked at He Er and said, “The prince instructed me that if I encounter veterans like you in the clinic, the treatment costs will be drawn from the prince’s mansion.”
“You were once the prince’s soldiers, and the prince will not abandon you.”
Fu Bai spoke slowly and deliberately, each word distinct and earnest.
Upon hearing this, He Er's eyes immediately reddened, and hot tears welled up in his eyes.
He covered his face and sobbed.
Fu Bai seemed unaware of the touching words he had spoken. He had already prepared the golden needles and gestured for Nan Xing to help He Er onto the treatment bed.
Fu Bai: "Lie down, I'll help you reset your bones."
He Er had forgotten how to think; he would do one action for every command Fu Bai gave him.
He had barely lain down on the examination bed when Fu Bai grabbed his left foot with both hands and, with a clever twist, snapped He Er's dislocated leg bone with a "crack".
He Er was a veteran of the battlefield. He let out a painful groan from his throat before immediately shutting his mouth and enduring the pain of his broken bones.
Fu Bai broke his leg bone again.
Another "crack" rang out, and the bone was put back in place.
Fu Bai put He Er's legs down, disinfected the gold needles, found the acupoints, and quickly and accurately applied the needles to He Er.
The gold needle pierced the acupoint, and the needle tip made a buzzing sound.
The veins on He Er's calf throbbed visibly a few times, followed by a feeling of soreness, numbness, and itching.
"Your Highness! I... I can feel my feet!" He Er exclaimed in surprise.
Fu Bai: "I know."
As he spoke, he inserted another needle.
The sensations of soreness, swelling, numbness, and itching became increasingly intense.
Large beads of sweat appeared on He Er's face, but his tiger-like eyes were filled with surprise and sparkle.
At this point, the statement "Fu Bai can cure his leg" became concrete.
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Half an hour later, the acupuncture treatment at Fubai was finished, and the waiter had also prepared the ointment prescribed by Fubai.
Fu Bai instructed Nan Xing to apply the dark ointment to He Er's legs, and then had the waiter bring a wooden board to temporarily immobilize He Er's legs.
As he wiped his hands, he said to He Er, "Come back every three days to change the dressing. It should be almost healed in half a month. Then you can walk around more with this foot."
He Er sat up from the treatment bed, sobbing, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."
Fu Bai nodded: "Okay, we can go back now."
He Er got out of bed and wanted to kneel down before Fu Bai.
Nanxing stopped him and helped him out of the clinic.
Fu Bai's actions just now did not stop anyone else at all; the people surrounding the clinic saw it all clearly.
Throughout the entire process, Fu Bai's movements were skillful and his expression was focused, making him look very professional.
At that moment, someone shouted, "Your Highness, you can cure a broken leg, but can you cure someone who falls off a horse and becomes paralyzed?"
Fu Bai looked at the man, who was dressed as a servant, and should be a servant of some wealthy family.
To the other party's question, Fu Bai confidently replied, "Yes."
The other person: "Really?"
Fu Bai: "If you don't believe me, just look at the results of He Er's treatment."
The servant thought so too.
If Princess Li really cured He Er's calf, then it truly proves that Princess Li is indeed skilled. As for the young master's leg...
The servant had made up his mind, bowed to Fu Bai, and turned to leave.
He needs to have someone keep an eye on He Er.
After He Er's treatment ended, several women dressed as ladies entered Chen's Medical Clinic and went straight to Old Madam Chen.
They must have heard of the old lady's reputation and, knowing that she was running the Chen family's medical clinic, came directly to her.
Fu Bai also treated several patients in succession.
The first day of Chen's Medical Clinic's opening went smoothly.
But in places unseen by ordinary people, many are watching every move of Chen's Medical Clinic.
The inn opposite the clinic.
When Li Jun learned from his subordinates that Fu Bai was treating the old soldier's leg for free, he sneered, his face full of mockery: "Just trying to gain fame."
His subordinates didn't say anything about it, but after hesitating for a moment, they still told Li Jun the most important information.
"Your Highness, Chen Fubai says he can cure the Prince's madness."
"What?" Li Jun raised an eyebrow, his expression instantly turning serious. "He really said that?"
The subordinate nodded.
Li Jun looked out the window.
A bustling crowd gathered at the entrance of Chen's Medical Clinic, but Li Jun's eyes held a gloomy expression.
It seems I should inform my father about this as soon as possible.
The Chen family...
It seems we have no choice but to get rid of it.
Chu Yimeng and Li Jun were in the same private room, so she naturally heard what Li Jun's men were saying.
She didn't have much of an opinion on Chen Fubai's ability to cure the King of Li, or rather, she didn't believe it was true and that it was probably a lie Fubai made up to appease people.
However, Chu Yimeng found it hard to understand Fu Bai's actions in helping He Er treat his leg.
Medicines that can treat broken legs are all very expensive.
To cure He Er's leg, it would cost at least several hundred taels of silver, but Fu Bai simply waived He Er's medical expenses.
But who is He Er?
He's just a commoner; what good would it do for Fu Bai to cure his leg?
Not only did he not make any money, but He Er's returns to him were also limited.
What was Fu Bai's motive for spending time and effort to save him?
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