Zhong Mingwei looked at his swollen knee and felt anxious. He had injured his knee before. But now it was different. Ah Chou took such good care of him that he finally recovered. But now he couldn't get out of bed. Even moving was excruciatingly painful. Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but panic. If it continued like this, it would be a disaster...
"Knock, knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door.
"Here, here!" Chen Qingxuan just remembered that there was someone outside the door. He hurried over to open the door, but as soon as he opened the door, the person outside bumped into his shoulder and rushed in directly.
"My Lord..." Pang Yi knelt down in front of the bed with a plop. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by a look from Zhong Mingwei, and he quickly changed his words. "Master, what's wrong with you? It's really hard for me to find you!"
Chen Qingxuan rubbed his bruised shoulder. He looked at the burly man kneeling in front of the bed, and was suddenly shocked and surprised. He had always felt that Zhong Mingwei's identity was probably unusual, but when he heard the word "Master" at this time, he still felt a little unbelievable.
"Mr. Chen, please help me make a pot of tea." Zhong Mingwei ignored Pang Yi and looked up at him.
"Okay." Chen Qingxuan nodded, then closed the door and went out.
"Your Highness, what happened to you?" Pang Yi said in a low voice. He looked at the blood on the mattress and Zhong Mingwei's legs and feet wrapped in gauze. He was panicked for a moment. He didn't dare to move or touch. He stared at the blood on the mattress in a daze, then suddenly turned his head to look at Zhong Mingwei and said in a hoarse voice, "How did you get injured like this? Did someone assassinate you?"
"No, I just fell off the mountain road," Zhong Mingwei shook his head tiredly and breathed a sigh of relief, "You came at the right time. Let's go to the city tomorrow and get a reliable doctor for me."
"Yes, I obey your command," Pang Yi said hurriedly, but he was a little worried, "Otherwise, I will go and ask for a doctor right away, and I will definitely be able to bring him back by daybreak."
"Let's go back to the mountain first," Zhong Mingwei shook his head. "I was seriously injured this time. I don't know how long it will take to recover. I can't stay here forever. It's not convenient."
"Yes," Pang Yi nodded hurriedly, and asked in a low voice, "Then shall I send Your Highness back now?"
Zhong Mingwei was obviously a little hesitant, but he nodded in the end: "Okay."
Pang Yi immediately put on Zhong Mingwei's cotton-padded jacket and wrapped him in a quilt, then squatted in front of the bed: "Your Highness, come up."
Zhong Mingwei looked at Pang Yi's strong back and couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart. In the past two days, first Chen Qingxuan carried him, and now Pang Yi carried him. Now he is really a complete useless person. He can't even carry a little girl. He almost delayed the treatment of the girl and injured himself like this...
"Your Highness?" After a long silence, Pang Yi looked back at Zhong Mingwei. He couldn't see Zhong Mingwei's expression clearly because of the backlight, but he felt that Zhong Mingwei was very sad. He was startled. In his memory, Zhong Mingwei had always been a taciturn person with a cold face and rarely showed any expression. As a personal guard, he could hardly detect Zhong Mingwei's emotional changes. But at this moment, he could clearly feel that Zhong Mingwei was sad, and it was an extremely deep sadness. Pang Yi was a little flustered, and immediately called out in a low voice, "Your Highness?"
Zhong Mingwei didn't hesitate any more and lay on Pang Yi's back. Then Pang Yi carefully held his thighs and carried him on his back.
"Are you going back?" Chen Qingxuan was about to bring the teapot into the house when he ran into Pang Yi carrying Zhong Mingwei out. He was immediately surprised and said, "It's dark outside and the road is slippery. I'm afraid it's not easy to go up the mountain. Why don't we wait until tomorrow?"
"Thank you, Mr. Chen," Zhong Mingwei nodded to Chen Qingxuan, and said, "It's just that my legs and feet are not convenient, so I'd better go home and feel more comfortable."
"Okay," Chen Qingxuan nodded, and put the teapot on the table. In fact, what Zhong Mingwei said was right. In the past two days, Zhong Mingwei had eaten and drunk well. Apart from the soup medicine, he almost didn't drink a drop of water. He never asked him to go to the toilet. Chen Qingxuan also knew that Zhong Mingwei was inconvenient and uncomfortable. At that moment, Chen Qingxuan said to Pang Yi, "It just so happens that we have a donkey cart at home. It's faster to drive it up the mountain than to carry it on your back."
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