"I have already said that it's okay. You don't have to lift the curtain over and over again." Feeling that the curtain was being lifted again, Huangfulian frowned and said.
While he was speaking, he never opened his closed eyes and remained in a state of meditation with his eyes closed.
The thieves who lifted up the curtain and peeked in smiled awkwardly and said, "The king... is already thirty miles away from the capital. There are no pursuers behind you. You'd better stop and let your husband see your wounds."
Huangfulian did not respond.
Not only did he not respond, he even opened his eyes to look at the entourage, feeling lazy.[
Seeing him like this, the man outside the curtain had a very anxious expression on his face.
Huangfulian refused to let the attendants bandage her wounds, which made several of them really worried.
Although the wounds on Wang's hands were no longer bleeding, the bones were still visible, and some fingers were broken.
The husband who was accompanying him said that if it was not dealt with earlier, there might be sequelae...
But Wang refused to receive treatment, and even refused to do the simplest bandaging of the wound. He just left the wound directly exposed to the air...
They were really worried, fearing that something unexpected might happen to the king. How would they explain it to the millions of people in the capital?
Therefore, along the way, at the risk of angering the king, he took advantage of the opportunity from time to time to check on his condition, hoping to find an opportunity to persuade the king to let the accompanying doctor bandage his wounds.