Divine Doctor's Daughter: Black-bellied Crown Princess

Chapter 3
Feng Ziyu became furious all of a sudden: "Which eye of yours saw that I let it go?"

The man glanced at her: "Both eyes saw it, do you want me to repeat the scene at that time?"

"..." Feng Ziyu froze immediately, and stared back, "Let's see if your leg can be healed!"

Feng Ziyu can be cured, but there are no tools.

Hearing this, the doctor quickly put down the medicine box, and carefully touched the man's leg: "My lord, your leg bone is broken."

The guards protected him wholeheartedly, and grabbed the doctor by the collar: "If my master can't be cured..."

Before he finished speaking, the man in brocade clothes stopped him: "Mo Qing!"

Mo Qing reluctantly let go.

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Broken bones can be healed by old people, but this injury has been dragged on for too long, and it will rot to the muscles. The pain of picking bones and gouging out flesh is not something ordinary people can bear. If you are weaker , but I’m going to die of pain, the old man came out in a hurry this time, and didn’t bring Mabosan, what should I do.”

Feng Ziyu put her hands together and watched from the side, she didn't intend to mix in nothing when there was nothing, but suddenly a warm place was touched between her left fingers.

Before she recovered, a familiar building appeared in front of her eyes—it turned out to be her modern pharmacy!
This pharmacy was a coming-of-age gift from her father. The place that used to be busy in the past is now empty, but the furnishings inside have not changed at all.

There are some commonly used medicines in the lobby on the first floor, and the cold storage at the back is still in operation. There is a cabinet of various antibiotics and special medicines. In addition, there are wheelchairs, rehabilitation equipment and other medical equipment.

Feng Ziyu's heart moved slightly, and she was about to go to the second floor to have a look, when she heard a "ding--", a chill came to her ears, and a strand of hair fell to the ground.

Feng Ziyu turned her head in astonishment, saw the guard put the sword on her neck, and immediately turned to the man in brocade clothes and said angrily, "Are you the one who avenges you so much?"

Mo Qing didn't even look at her, and said anxiously: "Master, this person cannot be kept!"

"It's just a child." The man in brocade clothes said lightly, his dark pupils fell on Mo Qing's body, and there was a hint of warning, "Mo Qing, you are getting more restrained."

Mo Qing's body shook, and he quickly knelt on the ground, "This subordinate knows his mistake."

Feng Ziyu was very angry!

If the man in brocade hadn't knocked down Mo Qing's sword with a stone just now, the little life she just recovered from her rebirth would have been lost again.

She turned to the trembling doctor, "Mr., you have also seen that, if you don't treat this uncle properly, I'm afraid you will die out of this mountain."

Feng Ziyu paused, and then added, "Oh, maybe it's cured, and your old life won't survive."

"As long as you don't tell what happened today, this head will still be on your neck." The man in brocade clothes said calmly, but the threat in his words could not be ignored.

"Okay, young master, please hold on." The doctor took out a small knife tremblingly, and was about to use it when he was stopped by Feng Ziyu.

"He's really going to be tortured to death if you do this." She reached out her hand, made a gesture of pulling out a bag, took out a bottle of military anesthesia spray, and sprayed it on the injured place of the man in brocade clothes.

Something like white mist covered the man's legs in brocade clothes. Mo Qing turned pale with shock. He picked up the sword on the ground and put it on Feng Ziyu's neck: "What did you use for the master!"

"Hey, be careful, a sword has no eyes. If you kill me, your master's life will be lost." Feng Ziyu held the sword between her two fingers, fearing that Mo Qing would accidentally lose her hand.

"Mo Qing!" The man in brocade clothes stopped Mo Qing, then looked at Feng Ziyu, his tone was gentler, "What did you use for me?"

Taking advantage of Mo Qing's release, Feng Ziyu dodged it, and said with a displeased face: "It's really kind of unrewarded. This is because a Persian businessman gave me an anesthetic before, saying that it can relieve pain. Take a look at your leg. Unconscious?"

The man in brocade clothes just felt that the pain in his leg disappeared, so he called out to Mo Qing. Hearing what Feng Ziyu said, he couldn't help but glance at the spray on Feng Ziyu's hand.

He was sure that it was the thing in Feng Ziyu's hands that had a miraculous effect.

"Like it? If there is any left, I'll give it to you." Feng Ziyu was generous. That batch of anesthesia spray was extremely effective. She stocked up several boxes, but she never thought that she would travel here before she could sell them in time.

The man in brocade clothes knew it was a good thing, so he nodded.

"Can we start?" The doctor asked from the side.

After getting an affirmative answer, he began to gouge out the carrion on the man's knee.

The scene was really horrible, Mo Qing's face turned pale, but Feng Ziyu and the man in brocade clothes didn't change their expressions.

One believed in the efficacy of anesthesia spray, and the other believed in not feeling the pain at all.

"Later, I will set the bones for you." After speaking, he groped for the location of the man's broken bones, and heard two "pops", and the weirdly shaped legs finally returned to normal.

Mo Qing's hanging heart finally let go.

"Mo Qing, send your husband out of the mountain."

The man in brocade clothes ordered, although Mo Qing was worried, but he didn't dare to disobey his master's words, and left with the doctor.

He watched Mo Qing leave, then turned his head to search for Feng Ziyu's figure, but the little man who was supposed to be beside him disappeared.

Danger flashed across the eyes of the brocade-clothed man, and he sat quietly for a while, only to see Feng Ziyu approaching with a few thick branches in his arms.

"I thought you ran away." The man said, without any emotion.

Feng Ziyu rolled her eyes to the sky, she is a doctor after all, since she has been saved, she must save it to the end, otherwise she would just stand by and watch from the beginning.

As soon as she put the branch near the man, she began to tear at his clothes.

"Lang Lang Qian Kun, are you going to rob the civilian man?" The man was a little surprised, but calmly, and did not stop Feng Ziyu's movements.

"Even if I want to, I'm powerless." Feng Ziyu shrugged. With her small arms and legs, even though the man in front of her was handsome, she couldn't do anything.

While speaking, she tore the man's coat into strips, and then tied the wood to the man's injured leg: "The old doctor can set the bone, but if it is not tied properly, it will still grow crooked."

Feng Ziyu babbled, but didn't notice that the way the man looked at her had changed.

"But how can a girl in her teens know so much?"

Feng Ziyu gave him a strange look: "Orphans and widows, if they don't have the skills to be with them, they would have turned into a pile of bones."

The man in brocade didn't speak.

Indeed, if it wasn't for this little girl's cleverness, she would have been sold to Hualou by those two people long ago.

"Okay!" Feng Ziyu's words interrupted the man's thoughts. She patted the tightly bound branches and said, "There is no condition now. When you go out, someone will tie you with a smooth board and restore your health." Be quick."

(End of this chapter)