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Light fragrance, warm chest... Shah Khan thought back and couldn't help feeling that his cheeks seemed to warm up. She raised her hand to cover her face, stared at the private doctor and said, "Hey, you don't know anything!"

"Yes, I saw nothing and I didn't know anything." private doctors were not the first to hear such a request of what the princess was so irresponsible. What they did not want to do was to agree directly. Who wouldn't listen to her orders?

Just... The private doctor looked down on Shah Khan's ankle, looked up and saw her biting her lip flap. He asked softly, "why don't you let me see the princess? Sprained her foot. It can be big or small. If it's bad, it's necessary to lie in bed for at least a month." he said with half exaggeration.

Lying in bed for a month?

When shar Khan heard the private doctor say so, he jumped and looked at his sore ankle in silence. Let her lie in bed for a month without moving, wouldn't it kill her? It's more cruel than letting her go back to the palace!

He shook his head immediately.

When the private doctor saw her shaking her head, he thought that she still refused to let herself heal. After a pause, he exaggerated and said, "if the ankle sprains and breaks the meridians, it will not only lie in bed, but also have to have surgery to cut off the rotten muscles..."

"Stop!" when Shah Khan heard the speech, he began to imagine constantly, thinking of cutting his ankle and cutting out the flesh and blood inside... Suddenly the whole person had goose bumps! She frowned tightly, looked at the private doctor, said with a broken face, "you, you'd better help me quickly! I don't want to be cut."

"OK!" the private doctor was happy. The stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. He was worried that the little ancestor would not let himself heal. He pointed to the open elevator door and said, "princess, let me help you back to your room first."

"HMM." Shah Khan nodded, supported his shoulder and put most of his weight on him. "Hard work."

"Where, where." how dare the princess say so? The private doctor quickly shook his head. His gray beard moved up and down with his lips. He held Shahan and walked very slowly towards her room.

Carrie, who had been ordered to arrange for the minister, returned to her room early in the morning. She didn't see Princess Shahan. She was told that the princess had gone to the back garden. Thinking that she should not be disturbed now, she had to wait in the room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the door, I saw the princess being helped in by the doctor.

Carrie was startled and hurriedly asked, "princess, what's the matter with you?"

"Oh, sprained his foot." Shah Khan pretended not to care, looked at Carrie and said, "bring me my medicine box." he opened Carrie and waited for her to go away. Shah Khan then lowered his voice and asked the private doctor, "should... Should it be all right?"

"It still depends on the extent of your sprained foot, princess." the private doctor didn't dare to make a final decision first. As soon as he finished, Kali ran back in a hurry.

The medicine box was placed on the tea table, and the private doctor took off the medicine box he was carrying.

"Which ankle?" he asked

"This." Shah Khan obediently raised his right leg and pulled up his long skirt, revealing a section of thick white gauze.

The private doctor immediately frowned, "have you been hurt before?"

"Cough, no, No." Shah Khan was a little embarrassed. She quickly untied layers of gauze by herself, revealing a slender hole, because after a night, the wound had a slight sign of healing, and the dark brown blood just exuded a little.

"It's just accidentally scratched by the glass. It has nothing to do with her ankle." Shah Khan explained. He looked at the doctor's eyes and explained: "really! There's no other injury except this!" she raised her hand and swore.

The private doctor was skeptical, reached out and gently pinched her obviously swollen ankle, watched the skin press down and bounce back slowly. After a little thought, he began to deal with it without saying a word.

Shah Khan looked at him, holding this and that for a while. He was a little nervous, "doctor, should I be all right?"

"Yes." the private doctor said deliberately. He looked up at Shah Khan and said, "you, don't wear high heels for a while." he stretched out his hand and pointed to the pair of hate sky high on Shah Khan's feet. "If you wear it again, it won't be as simple as it is now."

"Ah......" Shah Khan was stunned and stopped talking, which was the default.

The doctor acted quickly and carefully, and told Carrie to get some ice.

Carrie nodded and walked quickly to the door. She just opened the door, but she was immediately startled by the person standing at the door. "Big, sir?" she was stunned, but she was pushed aside by the minister, and then showed most of the figure of Shahan sitting on the sofa not far from the door.

Especially her swollen ankle.

The minister saw it, hurried in quickly, frowned, pointed to the wound and asked in a deep voice, "what's the matter? Didn't you just say that you weren't hurt?"

The Shah Khan he asked didn't know how to answer. He could only explain, "it's just accidentally twisted. It's not heavy, is it?" Shah Khan reached out and poked the private doctor secretly, winking at him.

She was afraid that the minister would exaggerate such an injury to her father, so... Maybe she could have struggled here for a few days, and maybe she had to go back immediately.

She doesn't want to go back so early!

After receiving Shah Khan's help, the private doctor weighed it and decided to help her, "yes, adults look swollen. In fact, they can be cured in a few days as long as they massage to eliminate silt. They don't hurt bones, so it doesn't affect walking."

The minister looked at the doctor suspiciously, "really?"

"Really." the doctor nodded.

"Even if it is true, princess, I'm afraid you can't stay here any longer!" the minister took a deep breath and said directly: "Your Majesty said that if you find that the princess doesn't adapt, let me take the princess back."

"I, I adapt very well here!" Shah Khan quickly explained after listening to the minister, "just because I just sprained my ankle, do you have to let me go back? This is too much!"

"But princess, you are hurt!" the minister was still reluctant, his deep eyes burst out a firm light, his face was serious and cold, and such a powerful atmosphere was almost hard to refuse.

Shah Khan stubbornly raised his head and looked at him. "I don't agree! What's this injury? Don't take care of me by your father's order. I won't go back with you."