Song Ziyu's eyes were full of surprise and astonishment. If he saw it correctly, the prince was clearly looking at Ning Yu with a man's eyes.
It's a terrifying possessiveness.
Song Ziyu felt inexplicably flustered. He tried hard to suppress his emotions and intentionally or unintentionally used his body to block Ning Yu.
"I pay my respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
A hint of displeasure flashed across Ji Yun's face, but he concealed it well, looking down at him with disdain.
"Why is the commander here?"
Song Ziyu was a man of deep scheming, so how could he not see that Ji Yun was very dissatisfied with him? His cold and handsome face was full of calmness and composure.
"I heard that Doctor Ning's medical skills are excellent, so I came to seek his help for this purpose."
However, a faint doubt arose in my heart. Why did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince know Ning Yu?
"oh?"
Ji Yun snorted coldly, his words as cold as a sharp knife.
"Not long ago, an assassin attacked the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion at night. The assassin's arm was shot through by the Zhenbei Marquis with a bow and arrow. I wonder if the commander-in-chief is aware of this?"
Ning Yu suddenly realized at this moment that Song Ziyu was injured by the Marquis of Zhenbei that day.
"This is not within my jurisdiction. If Your Highness is interested, you can summon the prefect of the capital to inquire."
Song Ziyu was calm and composed, and his words were respectful, making it impossible to find any fault with him.
Song Ziyu added, as if suddenly thinking of something, "I heard that the Empress is currently selecting a concubine for Your Highness. I wish Your Highness and the future Crown Princess a happy marriage through a duet of Feng Xiao music."
Ji Yun's heart skipped a beat and he glanced at Ning Yu out of the corner of his eye.
She didn't care, and there was no emotion in her eyes.
It seems that he doesn't take it to heart at all.
Ji Yun's eyes darkened, mingling with various complex emotions. He said in a deep voice, "Return home."
The carriage gradually moved away from the clinic with the sound of wheels.
At this time, two strong men came in carrying a gray-haired old man. They looked anxious and said, "Doctor Ning, please save my father. I don't know why he suddenly fainted."
Ning Yu's expression suddenly became serious. He knelt on his knees and used his fingers to pry open the old man's eyelids. His pupils had not yet dilated, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The person is still alive.
Ning Yu took out a silver needle and gave the old man a few injections, and the old man soon woke up.
Ning Yu put away the silver needle, her voice light and ethereal, like a spring on a hot summer day.
"Nothing, the old man was just too tired and the weather was hot, so he fainted. When you get home, boil some mung bean water for him to drink."
"That's great, thank you, Doctor Ning."
The two men were so excited that they were almost in tears.
They took their father to other clinics, but they were told that there was no hope for him. Finally, they held on to a glimmer of hope and took him to Shanrentang.
Unexpectedly, Doctor Ning just waved his hand and gave the patient a few needles and it was cured.
They used to be prejudiced against Dr. Ning because she was a woman, and would rather go to other clinics to see a doctor.
Ning Yu symbolically collected some medical fees, and the two men quickly took the old man away.
On the way home, he followed passers-by and praised Ning Yu's medical skills, saying how good they were and that he could cure any disease with ease.
After Ning Yu finished his work, he remembered that Song Ziyu was still here.
Song Ziyu folded his arms, leaned his back against the wall, and spoke in a pitiful tone.
"Doctor Ning finally remembered that I was a patient."
Ning Yu had a faint smile on her lips, her eyes twinkling with stars, "Sorry, I'll help you take a look at the wound on your arm now."
Because they were afraid that Song Ziyu would be noticed by people outside the clinic, Ning Yu and Song Ziyu went into a small compartment.
Although the space inside is not large, it can still accommodate a bamboo bed and a desk.
Ning Yu uses it during lunch break.
Because the room was not big and there were no chairs, Ning Yu directly asked Song Ziyu to sit on the edge of the bamboo bed.
Ning Yu said casually, "Take off your clothes."
When Song Ziyu heard this, he became nervous instead and comforted himself in his heart.
Ning Yu just treats him as a wounded person now, so don't think too much about it.
Song Ziyu slowly took off his clothes, but for some reason, he did not take off only half of them.
Instead, the clothes were piled up on her tight and strong waist, completely exposing her chest. Her chest muscles were full and strong, with smooth lines and full of explosive power.
Ning Yu glanced at her indifferently. Hmm, she has a nice figure, not worse than Ji Yun's.
Song Ziyu coughed and said, "Excuse me, Doctor Ning."
Ning Yu, upholding the medical ethics of a doctor, looked at the injured arm. The wound had obviously scabbed over and there was no trace of the horrifying appearance he had seen last time.
Ning Yu smiled faintly, "Your Excellency's recovery ability is quite strong."
Song Ziyu said shamelessly, "I was worried about the doctor hired by the mansion, so I wanted to ask Doctor Ning to take a look. Now that everything is fine, I am relieved."
After Song Ziyu finished speaking, he put on his clothes.
"Mom! Aunt Feng made it for us..." A child's voice sounded outside the curtain.
A pair of small hands lifted up, and Manman ran in. Seeing the man on the bamboo bed, she was stunned for a moment, "Who are you? Why are you sitting on my mother's bed?"
Song Ziyu was also stunned and didn't hear the most crucial words at all.
Instead, he thought that he was sitting on the bamboo bed where Ning Yu rested.
Thinking of Ning Yu lying on it, with her thick black hair spread out behind her, sleepy eyes and rosy lips...
Song Ziyu's Adam's apple slid a little and then calmed down for a while.
"Sir, my daughter is too young. Manman, why don't you apologize to me quickly?"
Ning Yu looked apologetic and took Manman's hand and walked forward.
She thought that if she really married Song Ziyu, first of all, he must not despise her and must love her fully.
When Song Ziyu heard Ning Yu's words, his brown pupils shrank.
Then he thought of the little girl who had called Ning Yu "mother" when she first came in. His voice was hoarse, "Are you saying she is your daughter?"
"right."
Song Ziyu looked at Manman's childish and fair face, which was somewhat similar to Ning Yu. He wanted to say something but couldn't bring himself to ask it, but he asked anyway.
"...What about your husband?"
It turns out that he likes married women these days.
Song Ziyu couldn't help but laugh at himself.
Ning Yu lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes trembling and faintly watery, "My husband, my husband passed away four years ago."
When Song Ziyu heard this, he was delighted and the depression in his heart disappeared without a trace.
He was afraid that Ning Yu might misunderstand something, so he suppressed it.
"My condolences."
Ning Yu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and forced a smile, "It's nothing. It's been so long, I don't care anymore."
"Also, I have opened a clinic in the capital. My medical skills are enough to support me and Manman."
Song Ziyu saw that the woman looked contented and happy, but there was a barely perceptible sadness in her eyes.
He subconsciously clenched his fists, veins bulging, and a gloomy look appeared in his eyes.
She clearly still cared about the person who had been dead for many years.
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