1386 Not right, Feng Qingchen is very angry
Does it hurt?
When she was in pain and disappointed, she felt so heartbroken that she almost died. After being kidnapped by King Luo, she waited for a long time for rescue, and finally waited for Wang Jinling to save her.
God knows how much she wished that the Ninth Prince would appear before her at that moment.
God knows how disappointed she felt when she didn't see the Ninth Prince the moment she woke up.
But she couldn't let anyone in Feng Mansion know about this. She could only bear it silently.
What's the point of the Ninth Prince asking this now?
Seeing the undisguised guilt and heartache in the Ninth Prince's eyes, Feng Qingchen wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. She could only say in a hoarse voice: "It doesn't hurt now, it's almost healed."
Feng Qingchen turned her head away, not wanting to look at the heartache and self-blame in the Ninth Prince's eyes.
It's too late!
"I'm sorry that I wasn't with you at that time." The Ninth Prince reached out and pulled Feng Qingchen into his arms, then whispered in Feng Qingchen's ear.
"Let me go, you are injured." Feng Qingchen slightly avoided, afraid of pressing on the wound on the Ninth Prince.
"It's just a minor injury, it's nothing serious." The Ninth Prince held Feng Qingchen's waist with one hand, not allowing Feng Qingchen to retreat, and rested his chin on the top of Feng Qingchen's head: "Qingchen, I miss you very much, very much."
A low and hoarse voice lingered in his ears. Feng Qingchen closed his eyes and let the voice penetrate into his mind.
"I miss you, too." But when I missed you the most, you were not by my side. Now... I can face it alone, and I can accept the fact that I will not be able to hold a scalpel in the future.
I no longer need your comfort or your embrace.
Sensing the sadness that Feng Qingchen unconsciously revealed, the Ninth Uncle lowered his posture and said softly: "Qingchen, I am very sorry about Zi Luo's matter. I promise that this is the last time, and there will never be a next time."
He couldn't change the past, the only thing he could do was promise for the future.
Feng Qingchen responded without saying much, only saying: "You are injured, let me bandage you first, we can talk about anything later."
"The injuries on your body are not urgent. Let me hug you. I have been very worried about you these days." Only by holding Feng Qingchen in his arms can he be sure that Feng Qingchen is okay.
"There will be plenty of time in the future. You should take care of your injury first. Aren't you in such a hurry to find me because of your injury?" Otherwise, why would the Ninth Prince come to find her as soon as he entered the city? He must have a lot of things to do.
"When did I ever say that I came to you because of my injuries? There is no shortage of doctors in the imperial city." The Ninth Prince was angry and distanced himself from Feng Qingchen.
Su Wenqing was right. Feng Qingchen was really angry this time.
"I know there is no shortage of doctors in the imperial city, but your injuries seem to be very serious. Let me take a look at the wounds first." As he got closer, he could smell the faint smell of blood and a very unpleasant odor on the Ninth Prince's body.
"You only see the wound, not me?" The Ninth Prince was very unhappy. Feng Qingchen coaxed him habitually, "I am worried because you are injured."
This made the Ninth Prince smile, and he took the opportunity to say, "I know my limits, this injury won't kill me. It was just that I was rushing back, so I didn't take care of it, and the injury got worse."
In order to make Feng Qingchen feel distressed, he not only ignored the injury on his left shoulder, but also continued to pull the rope with his left hand. His left arm was further injured and it would take at least three to five months for him to recover.
"Let me see." Feng Qingchen struggled out of the Ninth Uncle's arms and motioned for him to sit down: "Take off your clothes."
"Help me." The Ninth Prince raised his right hand awkwardly, indicating that he couldn't do it.
Feng Qingchen rolled her eyes at Uncle Nine and didn't bother with him anymore. She picked up a pair of scissors and started cutting Uncle Nine's clothes.
The uncle finally smiled for the first time tonight, and leaned his head on Feng Qingchen's chest: "Qingchen, it's great to see you. I thought I would never see you again this time, but I didn't expect that I could come back alive."
Since he had used the self-torture trick, the Ninth Prince didn't mind saying a few more words to deepen the effect of the trick. He was really afraid that Feng Qingchen would ignore him, and coupled with Baoer's matter, he felt guilty.
"Don't move. I won't care if you get hurt." Feng Qingchen pretended to be fierce, but the smile on the corner of the Ninth Prince's lips became brighter and brighter: "This king believes you."
Compared with the calm and self-possessed Feng Qingchen, he was facing such a Feng Qingchen. He would rather Feng Qingchen yelled at him or beat him up than be indifferent and distant.
Feng Qingchen's eyes dimmed, and he glanced at his left hand which he couldn't lift, then paused.
She also believed in the Ninth Prince Uncle, and because she trusted him too much and left everything to him, she ended up in trouble and was powerless.
"Qingchen, what's wrong with you?" Uncle Nine noticed Feng Qingchen's change and looked up to ask. At this time, Feng Qingchen had put away her depression and replied, "Nothing is wrong."
The clothes were quickly cut off, revealing the Ninth Prince's injured left arm.
"How could he be injured so badly?" Feng Qingchen's eyes flashed coldly. At this moment, she no longer had the slightest bit of a little girl's demeanor. She only evaluated the Ninth Prince's injury from the perspective of a doctor.
There was an unpleasant odor coming from the Ninth Prince's left shoulder. The wound was red and black, with a lot of pus and blood around it. The outer layer of skin was directly stuck to the clothes, and when it was torn off, a lot of rotten flesh was brought up.
The Ninth Prince looked at his wound with disgust and turned away. "I didn't know. I was busy traveling these days and didn't take care of it."
Feng Qingchen poked him with tweezers, and the Ninth Prince's brows moved uncontrollably.
The wound was very painful, like a piercing pain. The poke from Feng Qingchen was so painful that the Ninth Prince almost bit his tongue. Fortunately, he was used to getting hurt, so his expression only changed slightly.
"You have never taken care of this wound, have you? You are still riding a horse with such an injury. Don't you want your hand back?" Feng Qingchen checked the wound and couldn't help but scolded: "Do you know that your left hand may not be saved?"
When Feng Qingchen saw the necrotic tissue around, his eyebrows were almost knotted. The bones were injured, and the degree of decay of the wound was far beyond expectations. Did the Ninth Prince want to cripple his left hand?
"If I can't save you, then I can't save you. I couldn't be with you when you were in danger, so this injury can be considered as sharing the hardship." The Ninth Prince said nonchalantly, which made Feng Qingchen very angry. After taking a closer look, she found that there was no sign of treatment on the Ninth Prince's wound, and his eyes were cold.
It turns out that this man had this idea in mind.
"Then I really have to thank you for not forgetting me when you were away from home. Ninth Uncle, do you know who gave me the medicine for my left hand?" Feng Qingchen threw the tweezers into the tray with his left hand and sneered.
"Who gave it to you?" Could it be that someone ruined his plan? That would be damnable!
"Su Wenqing, Young Master Su. The tendon-replenishing black jade ointment prepared personally by the master of Xuanyi Valley." Although this medicine is precious and the Ninth Prince is certainly not short of it, there is no trace of the medicine being applied to the Ninth Prince's wound.
"Su Wenqing?" It turned out that he was the one who ruined my good deeds and was looking for death.
"Wenqing said that this medicine was specially made for you by the Valley Master. A batch of it happened to be delivered before you left Beijing, and you brought it with you. He also told me not to worry about you, because with this tendon-repairing black jade paste, even broken bones can be healed within a hundred days." Feng Qingchen looked at the Ninth Imperial Uncle with a mocking expression. Seeing that the Ninth Imperial Uncle's expression was getting uglier and uglier, Feng Qingchen's smile became brighter and brighter, and he kindly advised: "Your Highness, next time you get hurt, remember to apply the medicine given by the Valley Master as soon as possible. The Valley Master said that you will be healed within a hundred days after applying the medicine, not after a hundred days. It is very childish of you to not apply medicine to the wound when you are injured."
How could the Ninth Prince think of using his own body to plot against her and make her soft-hearted?