Emperor's Mansion Room
Doctor Zhang carefully inspected Dongfangli's injury, and nodded repeatedly: "The wound was treated in a timely manner, and the top-quality wound medicine was applied. There is no serious problem. Change the medicine in the morning and evening, and rest for half a month, and it will basically recover."
Imperial Physician Zhang is the judge of the Imperial Palace Hospital. The emperor appointed him to come to the Imperial Master's Mansion to check the pulse of Emperor Su. When he met the injured Dongfang Li, he also showed him the injury.
"Thank you, Doctor Zhang!" Dongfang Li's polite voice was filled with inherent indifference and alienation.
Imperial Physician Zhang didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "The seventh prince is polite!"
Su Nanxiang's slender figure came into view, Dongfangli's eyes sank, and he said softly: "The wound medicine that Miss Su applied to me is very effective. I wonder if Miss Su is willing to give up her love and sell it to the next bottle?"
Su Nanxiang's eyes flickered, and he smiled embarrassedly: "The seventh prince is polite, it's just a bottle of wound medicine, and it's okay to give it to the seventh prince, but the bottle of medicine was completely used up when applying the wound to the seventh prince..."
"Really? That's such a coincidence!" Dongfang Li's eyes were deep, and he continued to ask: "Where did Miss Su buy the wound medicine? I'll go buy a bottle too!"
"I didn't buy it, it was a gift from a friend, and I only gave one bottle!" Su Nanxiang said with a smile, a little apology flashed in his eyes.
"That's such a pity. That bottle of medicine is as effective as the royal palace medicine. The person who gave the medicine to Miss Su must be a member of the royal family..." Dongfangli looked at Su Nanxiang, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, but the smile did not reach fundus.
Su Nanxiang smiled unnaturally, hummed vaguely, and hated in his heart: Dongfang Li's wound healed very well, and the wound medicine he applied was indeed top-grade wound medicine, and the wound medicine in Zhen Guohou's Mansion was at most top-grade. That top-quality medicine should belong to Ouyang Shizi!
Ouyang Shizi did not hesitate to give Murong Xue the wound medicine that is hard to find, and asked her to treat other men. He is really kind to Murong Xue, which makes people disgusted...
The resentment in Su Nanxiang's eyes flashed by, but was caught by Dongfangli. He fixed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I can't bandage the wound on my shoulder. Please, Miss Su, tie it up for me again!"
"Okay!" Su Nanxiang nodded, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, he didn't ask any more questions, otherwise, she would most likely show her flaws!
Linglingly walking to Dongfangli's side, she picked up the white muslin, carefully bandaged his wound, and skillfully tied a slipknot!
Not a bow!
A meaningful look appeared in Dongfang Li's eyes: "There is Miss Laosu."
"The seventh prince is polite. Grandfather is about to wake up from his lunch break. If the seventh prince is fine, I will go to see grandfather." Su Nanxiang smiled, thinking in his heart: Dongfangli is very smart, and asked him about his rescue intentionally or unintentionally. If she stays any longer, he will definitely continue to ask questions. If there are too many questions, she may not be able to justify herself. It's better to go with the thirty-six tricks!
"Miss Su, please go ahead." Dongfang Li smiled lightly, his voice indifferent.
Su Nanxiang heaved a sigh of relief, walked out of the guest room with a blessed body!
Looking at her brisk footsteps, the corners of Dongfang Li's mouth slightly curved, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes!
Huo Tong stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Doctor Zhang, how is the Seventh Prince's... condition?" In addition to being injured, Dongfang Li also suffered from a 'serious illness'. Compared with his 'serious illness', the pain he suffered Serious injuries seemed insignificant.
Doctor Zhang glanced at Dongfangli, shook his head and sighed softly: "The Seventh Prince...has been ill for too long, too seriously, and his illness has penetrated into the bone marrow and viscera. .”
"Can't you think of another way?" Huo Tong said earnestly.
Imperial Physician Zhang sighed heavily: "This old man has little talent and learning, and I really can't think of a way to treat the Seventh Prince. I'm going back to the Imperial Hospital now to discuss with all the imperial physicians to see if I can come up with a good way to treat the Seventh Prince."
"Thank you, Doctor Zhang!" Huo Tong's cold eyes flashed with gratitude.
"Guard Huo is polite, this old man will leave." Imperial Physician Zhang said softly, carried the medicine box on his back, and walked out of the guest room.
Watching him leave the guest house, Huo Tong looked at Dongfang Li, and said softly: "Young Master, don't worry, Imperial Physician Qing Yan has superb medical skills, and will always find a way to cure your illness."
"You don't need to comfort me, I know my illness in my heart!" Dongfang Li sighed softly, with deep eyes:
The Xiliang imperial physicians had long concluded that he could not be cured. Along the way, he also visited many famous doctors, but their statements were almost the same, they were all incurable, and he no longer reported his illness. Any hope left.
He didn't have long to live, but that person still refused to let him go, and secretly sent many people to assassinate him. Yesterday when those assassins found him and assassinated him, it happened that he was ill and he was powerless to resist. seriously injured...
"Young master..."
"No need to say more, I know what's in my heart." Dongfang Li interrupted him with a wave of his hand, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, and said loudly: "It's rare to come to Qingyan, let's go for a walk."
"Yes!" Huo Tong nodded, followed Dongfang Li, and walked out!
The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the street, drawing the shadows of people and houses very long!
A luxurious carriage stopped in front of Linjiang Building, the curtain was parted, Ouyang Shaochen came out, Ruyu's hand was stretched out, ready to gently support Murongxue, a familiar male voice came over: "Senior Ouyang! "
Ouyang Shaochen looked up, and saw Dongfang Li walking slowly, and in a few steps, he would walk in front of him.
His eyes narrowed, and he said lightly: "Xue'er, I met an acquaintance, you wait for me in the car for a while!"
Pulling down the curtain, and blocking Murong Xue in the carriage, Ouyang Shaochen turned to face Dongfangli.
Murong Xue's bright face darkened in an instant, and he had already arrived at the gate of Linjiang Tower. He wanted to talk to acquaintances, so he could have let her go to the restaurant to order food, why did he let her wait in the car
Could it be that the person he met had a special identity and was inconvenient for her to see
Murong Xue lifted the curtain of the car, looked back quietly, and saw Ouyang Shaochen standing face to face with a man, they were about the same height, she couldn't see the man's face, she could only vaguely see the hem of his clothes , The conversation between the two came clearly.
"Farewell to Xiliang, how is the seventh prince?" Ouyang Shaochen's voice was light.
"Everything is fine, thank you Prince Ouyang for your concern." Dongfang Li's indifferent voice was polite!
"The Seventh Prince came to Qingyan to seek medical treatment?" Ouyang Shaochen asked softly.
"That's right!" Dongfang Li smiled softly, his eyes deep.
Ouyang Shaochen said lightly: "I do know a few imperial physicians with good medical skills, who can diagnose and treat the Seventh Prince!"
"Thank you, Mr. Ouyang." Dongfang Li glanced over Ouyang Shaochen sharply, saw a piece of light blue dress on the carriage, and said with a half-smile, "This is Mr. Ouyang, have an appointment with a beautiful woman?"