Chapter 919: Prince Jun is narrow-minded
"Do I have to wear this outer layer?"
Xiao Lanyuan didn't even know what this thing was called.
But it completely obscured her figure.
Xiao Lanyuan actually wanted to see how much weight Fu Zhaoning had lost after not seeing him for nearly a month, which was why the tone in Eleven's letter was so anxious.
He looked into Fu Zhaoning's eyes.
It is obvious that his eyes look bigger, and his face must have become a little thinner.
"There are infectious patients everywhere here." Fu Zhaoning actually wanted to throw herself into his arms at this time. She had always thought that she was a very independent and strong person. She would not have too many weak moments, and even if she did, she would be able to heal herself.
But now she actually longed for his embrace.
But she can't.
Even though she had washed herself and changed into overalls, she still didn't want to get too close to him at this time.
Xiao Lanyuan had already stretched out his arms towards her.
"Let me hug you."
Just by hugging her, he could tell how much weight she had lost.
"It's not good, right? I'm dirty now." There was a hint of smile in Fu Zhaoning's eyes.
"I came from the capital, riding a horse for three days without taking a bath, so I'm dirty." Xiao Lanyuan said.
Hearing that he had been riding his horse for three days, Fu Zhaoning's heart trembled. It must not have been an easy thing for him to come for her.
Because if he wanted to leave the capital, he would face resistance from the emperor.
"This kind of dirt is different. I'm afraid there are germs on my body."
But as soon as Fu Zhaoning finished speaking, Xiao Lanyuan had already pulled her into his arms and hugged her.
Holding her in his arms, he could actually feel that she had lost weight.
Xiao Lanyuan felt extremely distressed. He hugged her and whispered in her ear, "I regret agreeing to let you come."
How hard and tiring must it be?
She didn't have to do these things.
Xiao Lanyuan's body was often cold due to the poison he had inflicted over the past decade. Although the poison has been resolved and his internal strength has greatly improved, his body temperature will still be lower than that of an ordinary person if he is in a bad physical condition or is too tired.
His embrace was a little cold.
But for some reason, Fu Zhaoning felt that his arms made her feel particularly at ease at this moment.
"I'm really fine. My body is in better shape than many of you who practice martial arts."
Fu Zhaoning came out of his arms and took a step back. "Would you like to take a rest? Eleven, make a cup of hot tea for the prince."
"Yes, I'll go right away!" Eleven woke up as if from a dream.
He was so excited just now that he remembered that the prince must have been in a hurry all the way here. He came on horseback and had been exposed to a lot of wind and sand along the way.
At this moment, they all thought that Xiao Lanyuan came to Zhecheng alone on horseback.
"Let me check Lord An's injuries." Fu Zhaoning said softly to Xiao Lanyuan.
"Let's take a look at your hands first." Xiao Lanyuan said.
Fu Zhaoning was a doctor, and he shouldn't have been so petty when she was treating patients. But now that he was standing here, he was not happy to see Fu Zhaoning treating An Nian's leg injury.
Then he asked her to show her hand to An Nian first. He even grabbed her hand and looked at her gloves.
Although he didn't say anything, Fu Zhaoning still sensed his little thoughts. She pursed her lips and smiled, then gently scratched his palm with her fingers.
She leaned closer to him and said in a low voice, "Actually, there's a layer of gloves underneath. I can't feel other people's skin at all. It's a very indirect contact."
The jealousy in Xiao Lanyuan's heart turned into an itch after being tickled by her.
"Yeah." He pretended to be calm.
My heart is already surging with anger.
Fu Zhaoning walked to An Nian, who couldn't help but chuckle. "How about letting Uncle Fu come and take a look for me?"
How could he not see what Prince Jun was thinking?
But there is indeed only one serious doctor here, Fu Zhaoning.
"Don't move."
Fu Zhaoning didn't look at him, but just grabbed his hand, pinched his wrist bone, and asked.
"How did you twist it? Tell me about the posture and the injury on your leg."
An Nian was very helpless and he could only say it again.
Xiao Lanyuan happened to be listening nearby.
"So, they are still in chaos." Fu Zhaoning said, then grabbed An Nian's hand, pushed and twisted it, and only heard a click sound.
An Nian almost cried out in pain.
But the next moment, he felt that the discomfort and pain in his wrist were greatly relieved.
He subconsciously wanted to turn his wrist to verify it.
"Don't move."
Fu Zhaoning immediately stopped him, "Your bones are a little dislocated. You still need to fix them for a few days after they are straightened. If you move around now, it will easily dislocate again. If they don't heal properly in the future, your wrist will hurt from time to time."
If an ordinary doctor simply bandages and fixes it, it will not heal properly and will be a little deformed, and it may very likely become a chronic pain in the future.
"I won't move." An Nian said immediately.
Fu Zhaoning bandaged him and fixed his wrist.
“You can’t write.”
Xiao Lanyuan said from the side, "Then Ning Ning underestimated Censor An. Our Censor can write with both hands. He can write regular script with his left hand and running script with his right hand."
Fu Zhaoning was surprised, "Really? Then Lord An is really amazing."
"Well, that's amazing. Even though his hands are injured and he can't write, he might be able to use his toes to hold the brush and write cursive calligraphy." Xiao Lanyuan said again.
An Nian looked at him.
Are you sure this isn't a mockery of him?
Fu Zhaoning also looked at Xiao Lanyuan.
She almost believed that this sentence was written in cursive script with her feet.
"Baihu, come and help." She treated An Nian's hand injury and called Baihu over.
Baihu came over and lifted up An Nian's injured leg.
Lord An was wearing cloth boots, and those cloth boots were all scratched.
After taking off his cloth boots and cloth socks, there was a long wound from the side of his knee to his calf. It wasn't bleeding for now, but the wound was quite severe. It was obvious that if he moved violently and tore the wound open, it would definitely bleed again.
"Use this to clean the wound." Fu Zhaoning took out a bottle of medicine. "There should be no more in the front hall, but I still have some."
There was nothing left to take out. She had secretly taken all of this out from the pharmacy.
But it would not be justified if the energy could be taken out continuously.
The potion was poured on the wound, causing burning pain.
An Nianhao's hand was tightly grasping the armrest, and his face looked calm.
After cleaning the wound, Fu Zhaoning took a look and said, "Master An, your wound is too deep. You need at least ten stitches, otherwise it will be difficult to heal."
"Stitches?" An Nian was stunned.
Xiao Lanyuan kindly explained to him, "It's just like sewing clothes. Use needle and thread to sew up the wound stitch by stitch."
After all, he is a man of insight, much better than Lord An.
An Nian felt a little numb after listening to this.
But he had seen some people's wounds barely healed before, and basically there was just a big and scary scar.
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