The Prime Minister's delicate wife can control her husband

As a doctoral student in the medical department, I have seen many handsome men, but none of them... To be exact, all those handsome men combined are not even five times as handsome as the man in front of me. He is even more handsome than my favorite idol, Kun Kun.

"Have you seen enough?" the young man asked in a low voice.

Zhang Jiaoniang realized that she was being abrupt, "No...no...I don't mean...that. I really haven't seen enough."

Her eyes were fixed on him again.

The young man straightened his wrinkled sleeves and leaned one hand on the wall, "Haven't you seen enough? Then come home with me and I'll let you see enough!"

"Who are you? Who are you?" Mao Lan asked in a gentle voice.

"You are my wife-to-be, who do you think I am?"

"Could he be the husband the original lady wanted to marry?" Jiao Niang looked him over quickly.

Seeing Zhang Jiaoniang standing there in a daze, the man smiled coldly, "She is really a fool just like they said."

"You..." Zhang Maolan was almost annoyed by his words, and her beautiful impression of him was instantly shattered.

"Alas, I am unlucky and have to marry a cripple."

After saying that, Zhang Jiaonian pointed at his legs, then pretended to touch her own legs, showing them in front of him quickly and slowly.

"you......"

"What do you mean, you want my legs?" Zhang Jiaoniang proudly retreated to a safe distance from him.

If Mao Lan knew how to dance ballet, she would have performed a piece of "Swan Lake" for him.

"You little brat, you want to argue with me? I'll kill you!"

In addition to being a top student at the Medical University, Maolan is also the leader of Kun Kun's fan club, and spends her spare time arguing with netizens in the comment section.

"Do you need help?" Zhang Jiaoniang stretched out her hand with a smile.

"Need not!"

Xiao Yanlang shook off its hand in a cold tone and slowly moved forward dragging the leg.

It can be seen that he is still stubborn despite his limited mobility, which makes Jiao Niang admire his perseverance.

"If it's a hip disease or knee disease, it can be cured, but if it's a spinal nerve injury, it can't be cured."

Mao Lan began to analyze the cause of his illness with the professional perspective of a medical student.

Finally, Yan Lang couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed on the ground due to exhaustion.

Zhang Jiaoniang's footsteps were ticking!

Crouching beside him, "I'll give you one more chance, can you help me?"

"No help"

"Dissatisfied?"

Jiao Niang cleared her throat with her top understanding.

"What I'm asking is, do you need help?"

"Need not!"

Yan Lang used his last bit of stubbornness, jumped on one foot to the front of the carriage, and handed out a marriage certificate from inside.

"Our family will come over to invite you in three days, so you can pick a date in advance so we can prepare for the wedding!"

Zhang Jiaonian thought that the man was joking about her being her husband, but she didn't expect it to be serious.

"OMG, getting married right after rebirth? So exciting! Is this God's reward for me being single for more than 20 years?

Besides, I am only sixteen or seventeen years old now, and I can’t get married until I am twenty at the worst.”

Suddenly I thought about how I had just treated him. If I marry him, wouldn't he torture me every day and make me sleep in a pigsty or doghouse?

"oi~"

Yan Lang reminded Zhang Jiaoniang to accept the marriage certificate.

Jiao Niang pretended not to hear, and acted crazy and stupidly tore up the marriage certificate and swallowed it in front of him.

"Your parents have already seen it. Eating it won't change the result." After saying that, he raised his hand to signal the driver, Qi Chen to go home.

The carriage in front of her sped away, splashing mud all over her.

After seeing the carriage go away, he hurriedly scratched his throat.

"I cannot marry this man because he is so sinister. I want to cancel the engagement!" Zhang Maolan gritted her teeth.

“Hiss—~”

The wound opened again.

Zhang Jiaonian held her head and returned to her home.

As soon as she arrived at the door of her house, Zhang Jiaoniang was a little tempted when she saw the betrothal gifts all over the yard and had no idea where to put them.

"No, I absolutely cannot marry him! There will be no love without a foundation of feelings. I must cancel the engagement!"

Zhang Laosi looked at his daughter talking to herself, shook his head and went back into the house.

"Madam, go and make the medicine quickly. Our daughter is becoming stupid again."

Zhang Maolan returned to the house and measured the wound with his hand in the bronze mirror. The wound was at least three centimeters long.

Although it is not too deep, if it is not disinfected in time, it may become infected and leave scars.

This was in ancient times. Where were the disinfectants such as medical alcohol and iodine?

Suddenly I thought of her space. I looked around but still couldn't find any disinfectants. It seems I have to do it myself.

He took out the catheter, test tube and distillation flask and quickly built a device for distilling strong liquor.

"I never thought that the chemistry elective knowledge I learned in high school could be used in ancient times."

Seeing drops of strong liquor dripping out, the disinfection problem was solved, but another problem arose.

Without anesthesia, I would sew it up abruptly. I'm afraid I would die of pain.

At this time, Zhang Laosi knocked on Zhang Maolan's door.

"Dad, what's the matter?"

Mao Lan's friendly voice came from the room.

"Your mother prepared some medicine for you. It will help your condition after you take it."

As I recall, Zhang Jiaoniang had to take soup or medicine to regulate her condition every once in a while.

"No need, Dad!"

Hearing his daughter speak with such confidence, Zhang Laosi was also puzzled, "My daughter was always sickly before, but I didn't expect that she would be healthy again after this fall."

"Okay, I'll leave the medicine at the door. I've got some Ma Fei San and hung it on your windowsill. Remember to apply it on your wound later, otherwise it will keep hurting."

Unexpectedly, this Zhang Laosi actually cares about his precious daughter.

Maolan recalled that Zhang Laosi had never been harsh on his daughter because she was not very smart. Instead, he protected her very well.

"Hey! Think about it, my parents divorced when I was young..."

Through the window, I saw Zhang Laosi hiding in the corner, observing his daughter's actions in the house.

The figure didn't leave until Zhang Maolan took the medicine packet.

This heavy fatherly love made Maolan not know how to bring up the matter of breaking off the engagement.

Maolan took out a few pieces of gauze and Ma Fei San, wiped and cleaned the wound, sutured it skillfully, disinfected the wound, applied a simple bandage, and began to read the memories in his head.

Zhang Jiaoniang had almost mastered the memory and felt a little hungry. She followed the smell of fragrance outside the house and found the kitchen.

“I didn’t expect that farmers in ancient times could eat such rich food.”

Looking at the big pot of delicious pheasant, I couldn't help drooling and started to eat it.

Just when they were eating happily, the door creaked and it turned out to be Zhang Laosi and his wife.

Zhang Laosi wanted to criticize her, but then he remembered that she would be getting married in a few days, so he just whispered to her:

"When you go to your husband's house, remember not to grab food with your hands, but pick it up with chopsticks!"

Zhang Jiaonian realized that she was not elegant enough. She dropped the old hen in her hands, tears welling up in her eyes.

Zhang Laosi thought that what he had just said was too harsh, and hurried over to comfort Zhang Jiaoniang.

"Dad, my daughter doesn't want to get married. Can you help her break off the engagement?!"