Only this green, not disappointing the spring

In fact, not only Shangguan Qingyue, but everyone present was shocked by such a serious leg injury. Several doctors looked at each other, and finally turned their attention to Doctor Fang.

The old doctor stretched out his trembling right hand, pressed several places around the wound, asked a few questions in succession, and then stared at the wound in deep thought for a long time without saying a word.

Finally, the Fifth Prince couldn't help himself and asked:

"Old Doctor Fang, can my third brother's leg injury be cured?"

"Humph, he is just an old fox, his mouth is tighter than a clam shell, the Fifth Prince should not waste his energy!"

A deep and powerful voice came from outside the house, attracting everyone's attention.

Nan Rongyuanzhi strode into the hall and asked:

"Stinky boy, I heard you have a lame leg?"

Shangguan Qingyue: ...

Zhou Xiaonan, who followed behind with a medicine box on his back: Master is so domineering!

Xuanyuan Yan smiled bitterly.

"Uncle, whether my leg will become lame or not depends on whether you can cure it. However, if I really become lame, your reputation as 'the best doctor in Da'an' will be ruined."

Nan Rongyuanzhi was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

"Don't you want to have something good? When have I ever cared about those empty names?

"But you, if you really become lame, you probably won't even be able to find a wife, right? Humph!"

Xuanyuan Yan's face froze, and he secretly glanced at Shangguan Qingyue who was standing beside him. Seeing that her face was full of worry, he suddenly felt a little upset.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from the leg, and I saw Nan Rongyuanzhi squeezing the wound on his leg without any hesitation, and even poking the wound several times with tools.

Enduring the severe pain, Xuanyuan Yan said with a pale face:

"Uncle, are you afraid that my leg won't become lame?!"

Shangguan Qingyue had covered her eyes the moment Nan Rongyuanzhi made his move. After hearing Xuanyuan Yan's weak accusation, she immediately begged:

"Grandpa Nanrong, please be gentle. If the Third Prince is really lame, I will have to be his maid for the rest of my life and I will never be able to cook delicious food for you again."

There was a hint of tears in his voice as he spoke, and he also made a mild threat. Nan Rongyuanzhi found it funny, stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Look at what you have accomplished. Compared to those snacks, I, an old man, am more interested in you being a maid."

Zhou Xiaonan, who had been standing quietly by the side with his head lowered, became anxious when he heard this.

"Master, you can never make such a joke!"

Seeing that his beloved disciple was really angry, Nan Rongyuanzhi coughed lightly and returned to the topic.

"Well, tell me what you think about the Third Prince's injury?"

The director of the Imperial Hospital was from the Nanrong family. He was the third child of the current head of the Nanrong family. Although he was only three years younger than Nanrong Yuanzhi, they were a generation apart.

He had just discussed this quietly with other imperial doctors. When he saw Nan Rongyuanzhi asking, he took the lead and said:

"Uncle, after discussing it, we all agree with Doctor Zhang's opinion. We have to wait until the Third Prince's injury heals before deciding on the situation.

Now, it’s really hard to say! "

"Humph, you have been treating the noble for a long time, but your medical skills have not improved. However, your ability to deal with people in an official's affairs has become more and more perfect!"

Nan Rong Yuanzhi was extremely disappointed with his nephew. To be more precise, he was extremely disappointed with the entire Nan Rong family!

Putting aside his worries for the time being, he pulled Xuanyuan Yan's wrist and took his pulse. After about a cup of tea, he said in a low voice:

"My tendons and veins were injured, and my leg bones were also somewhat damaged. It is indeed difficult to recover."

He lowered his head and looked down at Xuanyuan Yan, his face serious and gloomy.

"Changqing, you have to be mentally prepared in advance. There is a 50% chance that your leg will become lame."

As soon as these words came out, the entire reception room fell into a deathly silence. Zhou Xiaonan was so anxious that he forgot the rules and directly grabbed Xuanyuan Yan's wrist and began to concentrate on taking his pulse.

After looking at her right wrist, she felt it was not enough, so she quickly grabbed the other hand and continued. Xuanyuan Yan did not stop her, and let her "do whatever she wanted".

Xuanyuan Chen suppressed his ecstasy and kept reminding himself not to show his joy. It was only a 50% chance, not a 100% chance. He had to find his staff to discuss the matter carefully after returning home.

No matter what, we must make the remaining 50% impossible!

Zhou Xiaonan, who finally finished taking the pulse, felt like an eggplant hit by frost. He said to Shangguan Qingyue in frustration:

"Sister, it's my fault that I'm not good enough in my training and can't diagnose the exact condition. But don't worry, I will do my best to help Master treat the Third Prince. There will be no problem!"

With a "slap", she was suddenly slapped on the head, and the little girl shrank her neck in fear.

"You little bastard, I can't even guarantee your safety, what are you talking about? I will punish you to recite the Pulse Sutra ten times, without making any mistakes in any words!"

Zhou Xiaonan almost reached out to cover her ears several times after being scolded. When she was finally no longer tortured by the noise, she muttered softly:

"He is full of energy, his face is rosy, and he doesn't even have a single gray hair, but he always calls himself an 'old man' in a pretentious way. Humph, how hypocritical!"

After saying that, she ran out without waiting for Nan Rongyuanzhi's reaction.

"Disciple will go ahead and try to memorize the Pulse Classic today..."

Xuanyuan Chen's eyes were filled with curiosity, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Nanrong Divine Doctor, could that girl just now be your last disciple? As expected, one should not judge a person by his appearance..."

He looked thoughtful, and Nan Rongyuanzhi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Your Highness the Fifth Prince seems to be very interested in my little disciple."

He spoke word by word, his tone revealing a hint of coldness. If you want to take advantage of his beloved disciple, there is no way!

If he had any idea that the other party had such intentions, he would immediately pack up his bags and leave this dirty place, not caring about the trouble at hand!

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's better to be a traveling doctor, it's comfortable and free!

Xuanyuan Chen's face froze, he tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth, and said with a forced smile:

"What are you talking about, my Godly Doctor? I am just a little curious. After all... from the brief acquaintance I just had, I didn't see anything special about that girl."

He had spoken very tactfully. In fact, in his opinion, Zhou Xiaonan was just a young girl.

However, if he is really Nan Rong Yuanzhi's direct disciple, then we have to take him seriously.

Seeing that Nan Rongyuanzhi still looked uneasy, he tactfully found an excuse and quickly left the Third Prince's Mansion.

As for the first thing he would do when he returned, it was naturally to spread the news of his good third brother's lame leg as quickly as possible.

I believe many people will be interested!

After everyone left, Xuanyuan Yan called Mother Wu and instructed:

"Mother Wu, has the courtyard where Miss Qingyue lives been cleaned up?"

Mother Wu originally had a gloomy look on her face, but when she heard the young master mention this, she immediately perked up and replied:

"My Lord, I have brought people to clean up the West Courtyard early this morning. However, we don't have many maids available in our house. Should we ask someone to invite the maid from Miss Qingyue's house?"

Ever since the last time when all the people sent by Concubine Jing were completely cleared out, no servants have been added to the mansion.

Young maids were especially few in number, and most of them were assigned to take care of the garden, or to work in the laundry, kitchen, and embroidery room.

Their master has always been a clean and self-disciplined person, but now he has ordered her to arrange this Miss Qingyue to live in the west courtyard, which was supposed to be where the future female master lived.

The meaning of this is truly self-evident!

Therefore, the old lady looked at Shangguan Qingyue with more respect and even a bit of awe. However, Shangguan Qingyue was unaware of it. She waved her hand.

"Thank you for your concern, Madam Wu, but I am alone with Sister Bingling. My other sister usually serves me and needs to take care of the courtyard in my house, so she doesn't need to come over."

Xuanyuan Yan couldn't help but frown.

"Bing Ling is clumsy and can't even comb her hair. How can she take good care of you?"

Shangguan Qingyue laughed out loud after hearing this.

"Your Highness, you may have forgotten why I came here?"

Xuanyuan Yan choked, uh, okay...

He asked her to come over under the pretext of working as his maid for three months.

"Okay, then you go back to the yard and rest early, and come back to be my maid tomorrow."

This was Shangguan Qingyue's first time to visit the Third Prince's Mansion. Although it was winter, there were still many beautiful sights to see.

What surprised her most was the stream that ran through the entire mansion, which was constantly emitting steam!