He wanted nothing now. He just wanted to spend his days and nights with his little girl and live a busy and ordinary life. He no longer cared about the country and the nation. He was willing to let go of even the people and things that had made him hate him. Since he came to Ningguta and met the little girl, he became the most ordinary and secular mountain villager in the world. He wanted to live a good life with her. The man farmed and the woman wove, and they had children. He never thought that such a desolate place would become his paradise.
But these trivial, ordinary and sweet things have a common premise.
It's not just a premise. It's his bottom line.
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Zhong Mingwei placed his trembling hands on his swollen knees. He trembled and stroked the swollen flesh and the pus and blood dripping from it. Suddenly, he squeezed it hard.
"ah!"
With a hysterical roar, a large amount of pus and blood spurted out, emitting a foul smell. It dripped onto the ground. The leg was shaking violently from top to bottom.
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Pang Yi sent Doctor Lu back to the clinic. He didn't dare to delay any longer and returned in a hurry. He was really worried about Zhong Mingwei staying at home alone, so he came to Ningguta this time. He always felt that Zhong Mingwei was really different from before. Zhong Mingwei was so fragile and depressed, which made him very worried. On the way back, he made up his mind to write a letter back to the capital tomorrow to resign from his position in the Southern Xinjiang Army, and then stay in Ningguta with Zhong Mingwei in the future, otherwise he would not be at ease.
"Your Highness, Doctor Lu is old and his eyesight is blurry, so it is inevitable that he may misdiagnose. Please don't take it to heart." Pang Yi stood in the yard for a long time, calmed himself down, wiped his face, and went into the bedroom. His originally worried face was now smiling. "By the way, Your Highness, I just asked other doctors in the clinic. They said that there is a famous doctor named Gu Changlin in Yanshe, 200 miles away. He is well-known in the Northeast and is best at treating leg diseases. I will set out tomorrow to invite that doctor to treat Your Highness's injury, and he will be able to cure the disease by then."
Zhong Mingwei lay on the kang with his eyes closed. After a while, he said to Pang Yi, "Okay, bring more silver."
"Yes, I obey your command," Pang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and moved over to sit on the edge of the kang, but then he remembered that Zhong Mingwei didn't allow him to go on the kang yesterday, so he stood up again in a hurry. After a pause, he said to Zhong Mingwei hesitantly, "Your Highness, what Doctor Lu said is not entirely unreasonable. Ningguta is bitterly cold all year round, and it is indeed not a good place to recuperate. Otherwise, you can write a personal letter to the Queen Mother and ask her to think of a way to ask His Majesty to order you to move to a new place?"
"Pang Yi," Zhong Mingwei opened his eyes, looked at Pang Yi tiredly, and said in a deep voice, "Today, you can come to Ningguta openly, which is the greatest tolerance my father has shown me."
"But your highness, Ningguta is too harsh," Pang Yi took a breath and sighed deeply, "I am worried that if you stay here like this, even if your leg can be cured, it will easily relapse. Which part of your injury is not sensitive to cold? But this place has more than seven months of cold winter a year. I am really worried."
"It's not that I don't want to leave, it's that I have no choice," Zhong Mingwei frowned. Didn't he know that it was difficult to recover in Ningguta? But what else could he do? After a pause, Zhong Mingwei continued, "I have been in Ningguta for a year now. All the forces in the capital and Ningguta have been balanced. Father will not easily disrupt this balance, let alone for me, the disabled and abandoned prince whom he has always disliked? Not to mention making room for me, I am afraid that Father is hoping that I will die in Ningguta."
"Your Majesty is really too..." Pang Yi gritted his teeth and didn't finish the rest of the sentence. Suddenly, he remembered an important matter. He looked at Zhong Mingwei, thought for a while, and then spoke with difficulty, "Your Highness, I will set off for Yanshe tomorrow. It will be windy and snowy all the way. I am afraid that I will not be able to come back for three or five days. I am worried that Your Highness will be alone at home. Otherwise, I will bring your wife to the mountain tomorrow?"
The Madam that Pang Yi mentioned was naturally the daughter of the Duan family. However, he didn't know that there had never been a daughter of the Duan family in Ningguta, only a disfigured girl named Achou.
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