Your Highness, please refrain

It wasn't until the servant brought Dr. Zhang into Ye Moze's room that Ye Moze stood up, "Hurry up and show her what's going on!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry, don't worry, I'll show your wife a good look!" Doctor Zhang deliberately teased Ye Moze, he had seen this girl at the engagement banquet.

After Dr. Zhang diagnosed Han Shui'er, he began to criticize Ye Moze: "You say you kid, your own wife can't take care of you well? You don't even know her wound is infected?"

"What? Wound infection?" Ye Moze was startled, "How could the wound be infected?"

"I have to ask you, it's because you haven't taken good care of your wife. Looking at the wound, it must have been opened several times!" Doctor Zhang looked at Ye Moze dissatisfied, "Sure enough, you kid just doesn't feel pain. Pity my wife!"

"Hey! You old man, you will die if you say a few words to me!"

"Okay, this is a prescription I prepared myself, let your servant go to my hospital to follow this prescription to get Chinese medicine! I promise it is better than other western medicine and Chinese medicine!"

"Listen to you once! I'd better go by myself to save them from making a mistake!" After speaking, Ye Moze rushed out without saying a word...

"Brother Mo Yan...Mo Yan...why, why don't you want Shui'er...for...why..." Han Shui'er fell into a dream, muttering in his sleep.

When the man who was bandaging the wound on her leg heard this dream talk, he was startled and couldn't help shaking his head: "It seems that Ozawa is feeling better now... young people nowadays... oh..."

"No, I...don't go, Brother Mo Yan, didn't you say...no, you don't want water...Shui'er?" Han Shui'er's sleep talking seemed very sad.