Tang Yang is thirty-five years old this year. He was also a veteran of the battlefield in his early years. He also followed Yu Wenhao through life and death on the battlefield. He can be regarded as someone who has seen strong winds and waves.
However, now this strong man's face suddenly turned red, and he sighed in his heart, could the princess put it more tactfully?
"Is that so?" Yuan Qingling saw that he just stared blankly without speaking, so she couldn't help but ask again.
"Tang Yang, what the hell are you talking about?" A roar came from inside. This roar almost overturned the tiles, and it was definitely beyond the physical strength of Yu Wenhao.
Tang Yang ran away with the chamber pot.
Yuan Qingling retracted her eyes blankly and walked back slowly.
Yu Wenhao's face was blue and red, like a palette, but the bridge of his nose was blue and white.
His eyes were burning with anger as he stared at Yuan Qingling with the same kind of anger that wanted to eat her alive.
"Um..." Yuan Qingling didn't know why he was so angry, "Tang Yang said you are still injured."
"He's talking nonsense!" Yu Wenhao said through gritted teeth.
The more Yuan Qing Ling looked at it, the more he felt that it didn't look like Tang Yang was talking nonsense, but instead it looked like he was fighting to the death.
Yuan Qingling knew that some people would hide their illnesses and avoid medical treatment, so he said sincerely: "You can't hide the injury from the doctor, otherwise, if other wounds are not treated properly and lead to infection and high fever, it will be fatal."
"What does it have to do with you?" Yu Wenhao said viciously.
Yuan Qingling frowned, "So, are you really hurt?"
"I'm going to kill you!" Yu Wenhao roared again, wishing he could stand up and blast Yuan Qing Ling.
His face was also red, reaching behind his ears.
"If I want to kill you, I'll wait until you recover. Let me take a look now to see how serious the injury is."
"Look at your size."
"You can look at my head as you like. Tang Yang said it is inflamed and has pus. Once infected, you will die."
"roll!"
"Get out of here right away."
Yu Wenhao gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I die, I won't let you see it."
Yuan Qingling sighed softly and lowered her eyelashes, "It seems that I have to enter the palace and ask the Supreme Emperor for a decree."
Yu Wenhao frowned, "Do you still know how to write the word shame?"
Yuan Qingling said nothing and looked at him.
"No need to stare, I said that I will not show it to you even if I die."
Disinfectant water, cotton balls, tweezers, and scrapers are all ready.
Yuan Qingling looked at him, "I opened it, don't be embarrassed, just think of me as an imperial doctor."
"Imperial doctor? What a beautiful idea you have!" Yu Wenhao's teeth were cold, and he even threatened to give him some kind of anesthesia and wait until he fainted before seeing him again.
He didn't want to pass out. Who knew what she would do to him?
Gritting her teeth, she had no choice but to agree to take a look.
He turned his head to the inside of the bed, so humiliated that she lifted the last fig leaf.
"If the wound is not serious, I don't have to treat it. However, as Tang Yang said, your wound is inflamed and must be treated." Yuan Qing Ling said seriously.
"you......"
There was murderous intent in Yu Wenhao's eyes, and he had secretly sworn in his heart that when he recovered, Yuan Qingling would die miserably.