Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

Chapter 328: My Lord, Get As Far Away As You Can (52)

Lingyi and Cui'er, who were watching on the side, looked at the mischievous Xingrong with different expressions.

Ling Yi felt distressed, and she quickly stepped forward to stop Elder Deng from leaving. "Doctor Deng, please don't mind. Miss is just..."

"Sister Lingyi, don't stop him. I just look down on him. What's wrong with that? I don't need a quack doctor like him for such a minor injury!"

"Cui'er, Aunt Princess said you can do anything. Come over here and help me treat the wound and apply medicine. Let this useless old man see some real medical skills!"

Cui'er had been watching the farce in the room coldly and had never expected that this fool would point the finger at her.

She did not hide the arrogance and annoyance in her eyes, and replied coldly: "Miss Han, you are too kind. I only know a little about cooking, and I know nothing about medicine."

Originally, after tonight, she would be able to return to the Taiwei Mansion and continue to serve the princess.

Unexpectedly, this stupid pig-like guy came back unscathed! She had no choice but to follow her back and continue to stare.

"I remember that the princess has not yet completed what she ordered. If Miss Han has anything, you can send Lingyi to find me. I will take my leave now."

Cui'er didn't even say hello and turned around and left decisively.

"Cui'er, come back here! Cui'er!"

Lingyi sighed softly, and only reminded Cui'er softly after she walked away: "Miss, Cui'er has gone far away."

The shrill shouting stopped abruptly, and Xing Rong coughed twice in discomfort.

This character is too tiring for the throat. I really don't know how those really arrogant ladies protect their throats. Don't their throats hurt from talking so much and shouting so loudly?

Her throat was dry, sore and slightly astringent. She drank several cups of tea that Lingyi poured for her before her throat slowly felt better.

"Okay, old man, you can come over now." Xing Rong lay back on the bed obediently, looking like he was waiting to be dealt with.

She was tired, she had been shouting and yelling all day, and she had been beaten with a stick.

If Cui'er doesn't go out, she will go crazy.

She swore that she would never use such a character again. It would be uncomfortable for anyone who used it!

Knowing that there was no one else in the room, Mr. Deng returned to Xing Rong's bed, sat down, and began to help her treat her wounds.

"You! You girl, since I met you, you have been torturing people every day. You torture others and you torture yourself."

Although Mr. Deng expressed disdain, everyone could see the love in his eyes.

She was so mature that sometimes he forgot that she was just a nine-year-old baby.

Due to long-term use of chronic poisons, her body was stunted, and her skinny little body was pale and bloodless.

The only blood color came from the beating.

In fact, being hit with a board was nothing, but every blow to her body went straight to her bone marrow, and her muscles could not provide any protection for her bones to withstand the damage of the board.

Her wound had not been treated for a long time, causing the fabric on her buttocks to stick to the wound.

Old Deng carefully peeled off the cloth on the wound, cleaned off the rotten flesh on the wound, disinfected it with strong liquor, and finally sprinkled medicine powder and bandaged the wound.

Although the procedure is very simple, it still took Mr. Deng a long time to complete the operation.

For some reason, his eyes were red.

The little guy who usually likes to pretend to scream didn't even cry out in pain when the wound was being treated, and he just let him handle it very quietly the whole time.