Healer. Promise.

Meng Zhaoyan's heart slipped over these four words for no reason, his chest was suffocated, but he couldn't help but want to smile bitterly.

He raised his head, shook his head and said with a smile on his head at the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, "I didn't expect the ancestral hall to be so angry, and I blindly hid it, I was stingy......

Song Huaci walked to the front of the case at this time, frowned and said, "Know that you are wrong? ”

Meng Zhaoyan nodded with a smile, Song Huaci's eyebrows gradually let go, and he stopped twisting his temper, and said, "You come out, I'll take a look at your legs." ”

Meng Zhaoyan sat behind the table, his legs buried under the table, the Song Painting Temple naturally couldn't see it, Meng Zhaoyan no longer hid it at this time, and withdrew directly from the side of the table, and when he arrived in front of the Song Painting Temple, the Song Painting Temple squatted in front of him.

Meng Zhaoyan took a few steps back before stopping, and asked embarrassedly, "What is the ancestral hall doing?" ”

"Show you your legs!"

"No, it's not like that......"

Song Huaci twisted his eyebrows and said: "What are you avoiding, I am not a princess or a princess in Song Huaci now, but a healer, a Langzhong!" ”

Meng Zhaoyan sighed helplessly, it was a compromise.

Song Huacifu squatted down again, touched his waist and crotch with his hand, all the way down, and asked for feelings while touching.

If it weren't for the fact that the expression of the Song Painting Temple was too serious and the posture of the doctor was full of dignity, Meng Zhaoyan was only afraid of being distracted at the moment.

Song Huaci touched his calf, groped and beat his lower vein, only to hear a muffled snort from the top of his head, it seemed that this was it.

Song Huaci got up and saw that Meng Zhaoyan's face was pale from pain, but he only said so, and he laughed angrily, "Don't endure it like this, tell me if it hurts!" ”

Meng Zhaoyan shook his head, "I'm a dignified seven-foot man, I can't bear this pain without it." ”

Song Huaci couldn't cry or laugh, "It's not that you can't bear it, it's that you want you to tell me your true feelings, and I'll prescribe the right medicine." ”

Song Huaci was helpless, waved his hand and said, "Forget it." ”

She stood up and walked out of the door, pushed open the door, and saw that Xiyue was still standing at the entrance of the cloister outside the door with a lantern, so she called, "Xiyue." ”

"The slave is here."

"You go to my room, there is a black box on the cabinet at the head of the bed, the size of a human head, no flower ornaments, you take it, be quick."

"Yes, slave and maid will go."

After the Song Painting Temple finished explaining, as soon as Fang turned around, he remembered something again, and immediately said: "Ask someone to prepare some hot water and handkerchiefs to come in...... Forget it, don't go and get it, just wait in the room, prepare the hot water and the handkerchief in the room, oh yes, and the wine, the wine with the highest degree in the palace will also be brought, and I will go over in a while. ”

Xiyue lowered her head and responded, "Yes." ”

Only then did the Song Painting Temple turn around and enter the house, Meng Zhaoyan heard it all in the study, and without waiting for the Song Painting Temple to speak, he said, "Do you want to go back to Xiwan Pavilion?" ”

Song Huaci nodded, "Well, it can't be used here, it's not very convenient, you ...... There's nothing to do, right? ”

Meng Zhaoyan chuckled and shook his head, but it was just to hide the pretense of the Song Painting Temple, "No, let's go." ”

Meng Zhaoyan's wheelchair has a mechanism, and now he can walk around on his own, although the pain in his leg has been relieved a lot, but in the end it is uncomfortable, Song Huaci habitually walked in front of him, but this time he did not take care of himself, but followed him closely.

The guards and others in front of them quietly withdrew when they arrived at the Huiyan Pavilion, and Xiyue had already asked someone to prepare hot water and wine, and also put the black box on the table for the Song Painting Temple to take.

Song Huaci nodded, and asked someone to bring in a charcoal fire to make the house warmer.

Meng Zhaoyan took advantage of his strength to sit on the edge of the bed, watched the Song Painting Temple put the handkerchief in the hot water and prepared it, and asked someone to carry a table and chair on the side of the bed, put all the tools to be used on the table, and lit all the lamps.

Meng Zhaoyan saw that she had been busy, the room was warm, and the forehead of the Song Painting Temple was already sweating, looking at it like this, the light illuminated her face in a trance, but he felt extremely comforted in his heart.

When everyone had withdrawn, the Song Painting Temple asked Xiyue to guard and not allow anyone to come in, and then sat down in front of the bed and said, "You lift up your trousers first, and I will give you an injection like last time." ”

After that, he no longer looked at Meng Zhaoyan, but opened the black box, and there were rows of needles in it, and the Song Painting Temple took it out and heated it one by one to disinfect it with the lamp, and then poured the wine on the clean cloth.

She smelled it in advance, and the degree of this wine was not as good as that of medical alcohol, but it was barely usable, after all, it was not an operation, it was just an injection.

Meng Zhaoyan took off her shoes and socks while looking at it, lifted the white liner to her knees, and Song Huaci saw it, and took the time to lift it up a few points, and her movements were not shy away.

Song Huaci touched and knocked for a few more minutes, and after asking to determine the location, rubbed the wine on the corresponding position, and slowly applied the hot needle to the position of the acupuncture point.

It looks easy to apply needles, but in fact, it is also a personal work, and it also requires precision, within a few stitches, the Song Painting Temple has been forced to sweat, Meng Zhaoyan couldn't bear to look at it, and wanted to wipe her sweat with a handkerchief, but was glared at by the Song Painting Temple, and suddenly stopped.

"Don't move, don't disturb me, it's good for you to be in the wrong position."

Meng Zhaoyan couldn't cry or laugh, but he didn't move anymore.

Time passed minute by minute, and the heat in the room was pressing, and the tongue of fire was shining, printing the face of the Song Painting Temple more clearly.

Song Huaci gave the last shot, and suddenly gasped when he withdrew his hand, "I'm tired to death." ”

She turned around and poured herself a cup of tea next to the table, and while drinking, she pointed at Meng Zhaoyan and said, "Don't move, you insist on two or two like this, it's not right, you can just have an hour." ”

Meng Zhaoyan nodded lightly, he couldn't taste the emotions in his heart, just like being baked indoors by a carbon fire, his heart was now so warm that he had never tasted it.

Song Huaci drank two cups in a row, wiped the corners of his forehead with his sleeve, and then went to the hot water basin prepared on the side to clean his hands, and said: "I'm hungry, go eat first, you can't move now, wait until I pull out the needle, you can eat again." ”

As he spoke, he didn't wait for Meng Zhaoyan to answer, and left by himself.

Meng Zhaoyan couldn't cry or laugh, so he had to watch the figure of the Song Painting Temple disappear behind the screen.

In fact, the Song Painting Temple also wanted to hang Meng Zhaoyan like this, she was still angry in her heart, Meng Zhaoyan endured it without saying a word, not only hurt himself, but also hurt the medical ethics of the Song Painting Temple for many years.

Since she is a doctor, she naturally can't watch her patients suffer and ignore herself, Meng Zhaoyan does this, it's like not believing her and not letting her heal, how can she not be angry.

And if Meng Zhaoyan knew what she was thinking at the moment, she might have to cry out for injustice.

Xiyue has been guarding on the side, and when she saw that the Song Painting Temple came out, she hurriedly stepped forward, and the Song Painting Temple waved her hand and said, "Let's go, go to the dining hall and call the kitchen to serve the food." ”

Xiyue glanced at the room and hesitated: "Lord Wang, he ...... Don't you go? ”

Song Huaci's eyes widened, and he said, "Didn't he say that he didn't eat it?" The prince is still busy, we eat our own, go, don't care about him! ”

Xiyue was amused when she heard it, and secretly said in her heart that the princess must have offended the princess, and Wan Er responded, "Yes, the slave maid will lead the way for the princess." ”