That's right......

Meng Zhuo'er's good impression of Yuezhiting because of her beauty was suddenly taken away by the dog: "You say this, it seems that I really want to come." ”

Yu Tingyin was stunned and looked at her with some surprise.

The man's face became even worse: "I didn't talk to you." ”

"I didn't talk to you either." Meng Zhuo'er was not to be outdone, and went back ironically.

"What's the matter with the two of you, this quarrel just got into each other." Yu heard Yin crying and laughing, turned his head and said to the man, "You can also see it, I brought her here, and Imperial Doctor Li told me yesterday."

If the poison in your body is not suppressed, then you will really lose your life, and I also heard that your wound is inflamed, and Imperial Doctor Li can't deal with it, so I want to try it with Miss Meng. ”

"Eventful."

Yue Zhiting said coldly, cooperating with Xia Yu's action of taking off the gauze.

"Actually, if the imperial doctor can alleviate the poison of the prince, I can do without it, and seeing the prince live like a toad, I don't need to do more than that, otherwise I'd better go."

Meng Zhuo'er turned her head and was about to leave, but was stopped by Yu Tingyin: "Don't listen to his nonsense, in fact, he is really not good." It can be regarded as a reward for the Yin Good King to help you, but the flower shop owner is what he is looking for. ”

Yu Tingyin emphasized this.

Meng Zhuo'er looked at Yu Tingyin, sighed helplessly, and hated herself for eating soft rather than hard.

Yu heard Yin see that she agreed, and hurriedly beckoned Xia Yu to leave.

The two quickly left the room and closed the door.

There were only two of them left in the room at once, and Meng Zhuo'er was really a little embarrassed, and she didn't want to deal with him.

Yue Zhiting threw aside the gauze she had taken off, lifted her dark eyes, and looked at the girl who was standing still: "What are you doing there with a pestle like a wood, come here." ”

The tone of opening the mouth is a command, which is really unpleasant.

Meng Zhuo'er walked over slowly, and when she got closer, she saw the wound on his chest.

It should have been a knife wound, and it was made a few days ago, but this wound is obviously not recovering very well, and it has begun to have some pus, and there is carrion.

If this knife wound is a little more off, it will stab the heart.

"The debridement of your wound is estimated to have to suffer a lot."

Meng Zhuo'er said slowly.

Yue Zhiting let out a 'hmm', and didn't have any expression, as if she didn't know how painful this debridement without anesthesia would be.

"This king has something to do later, you move quickly."

Meng Zhuo'er frowned: "You want to leave the house?" Didn't Your Majesty let you be grounded?"

As soon as the words fell, she felt that this was wrong again.

This wound was obviously not made before he was grounded, this Yin Good Mansion is his territory, who can hurt him here.

In other words, he has never taken this grounding seriously, and she is still asking nonsense.

Yue Zhiting raised her eyes suddenly, her dark eyes with a bit of banter: "What? Are you worried about this king? ”

The corners of Meng Zhuo'er's mouth twitched: "Who is worried about you, you are sick." ”

She returned mercilessly.

Although she came suddenly this time, there was already a medical kit and a knife for debridement, but there was no doubt that there was no anesthetic here.

This is an era when there is no hemp boiling.

Meng Zhuo'er put the medicine box next to her, and no one could help her when Xianglian was not there.

After lighting the candle flame and sterilizing it, she began to rip out the carrion.

As the scalpel sank in a bit, she looked up at the man's demeanor.

He didn't say much, didn't even react at all, as if he didn't feel pain.

Feeling pain is the basic feeling of a person, and this wound is pus and inflamed, so he should be more afraid of pain.

Meng Zhuo'er began to clean up the carrion, and her movements were not gentle, but Yue Zhiting seemed to be silent as if she couldn't feel the pain, and her dark eyes looked at him deeply, deep and mysterious.

……

"When did you learn medicine, you don't look like a person who knows how to heal."

The man said suddenly.

Is this considered a lack of words?

At her age, she knows medical skills, and she has never studied art from a teacher in general, so it doesn't seem to be convincing.

"Whether it will be medical skills and not written on the face, where can you see it."

What Meng Zhuoer said is not leaky, so people can't find flaws.

Yue Zhiting stared at the woman in front of her, her eyes a little darker.

There were also some things that he didn't say.

If you are a girl who has studied medicine, her fingers cannot be so delicate and soft, not to mention cocoons, there is not even a little dead skin, like cotton sold outside.

No, her hands were softer than cotton, and they were deliberately warm, with a faint fragrance.

Her hand pressed against his hard muscles, and because of the close proximity of the wound, her broken hair inevitably brushed against his chest, as if someone had scratched it, a little soft.

Yue Zhiting took a deep breath, and her palms were still a little sweaty.

If he hadn't seen her rejection just now, he would have thought that she was doing it on purpose, and he would have learned the tricks of those people outside, trying to climb into his bed in exchange for something.

When he was stunned, the girl had already taken care of his wounds, very quickly and crisply.

……

"I'll give you a needle to relieve the toxins in your body, and then I'm bandaging your wound."

Meng Zhuo'er did what she wanted to do in an orderly manner, without asking a word.

The man sat cross-legged on the bed and turned away.

After applying the needle, Meng Zhuo'er was a little dizzy, and she actually began to get tired.

She couldn't help but feel that this body was really not good, she recorded thirteen consecutive surgeries at a time, adding up to nearly 20 hours of operation time, and she couldn't even go home after the end, so she slept directly in the lounge of the hospital for most of the day.

After changing the silver needle, when she pressed her hand on the man's well-textured back, the man suddenly reflexively dodged.

"Are you still afraid of itching?" She was a little surprised.

But the man ignored her.

Meng Zhuo'er pursed her lips and continued to give him acupuncture.

This trip went very smoothly because he had too many scars on his back, and it took more time to find the acupuncture points.

She walked to the desk next to her and picked up the pen: "I'll prescribe you a pair of medicine first, and I'll go back after prescribing the medicine, you don't have any opinions, right?"

She wanted to hurry back to Meng Guogong's Mansion to watch the play, but it was not enough to let Meng Xiangyi be a little frightened and slapped, not to mention Qin Meizhen, the initiator.

Xu Huniang deserves to die, but Qin Meizhen is not less involved in these things.

Yu Ting, the county lord of Yin must have known, but for the sake of the reputation of the Meng State Mansion, Meng Zhuo'er chose to pretend to be stupid.

She didn't care about the reputation of Meng Xiangyi's couple, but she couldn't let her grandfather with a half-body velvet horse lose his old age.

When Meng Zhuo'er wrote the prescription, Yue Zhiting had already put on her clothes.

She walked over and handed the prescription to the man.

He casually glanced at the prescription and asked casually, "How did the wound on your face come from?" ”

Meng Zhuo'er reacted slowly, and pointed to her face: "You said this?" Naturally, he was beaten, and it was difficult to fall. ”

"Did the people of the Yao family beat you?" Yue Zhiting's sharp eyebrows frowned slightly.

"That's not it, the Yao family wants to beat me only Yao Hongwen, but she doesn't have that kung fu, I asked my father to beat me."

Meng Zhuo'er sighed.

In fact, when Meng Xiangyi called for a slap, she subconsciously wanted to return it, but after all, it was her father who gave her flesh and blood, and this slap was returned, even if she was wrong, it was wrong.

In ancient times, the word filial piety crushed people to death.