Mo Jingyu originally wanted Chu Qingwan to go with him, but later gave up the idea.
Without him, he was not going to an ordinary place this time. There were many people and many eyes. If people knew that she was trying her best to treat his leg, she might get into trouble. After all, there were many people who couldn't see his good side.
And she said that if she didn't want to reveal the identity of the miracle doctor for the time being, he couldn't put her in danger.
Mo Jingyu told her that he just wanted to remind her that she didn't have to come to the palace in the next few days. After finishing his clinker words, Chu Qingwan said: "I have something to do and I can't go with you."
Mo Jingyu suddenly felt like he was feeding the dog with thoughts, and said in a strange way: "Busy about visiting Qin Lou and Chu Pavilion?"
Chu Qingwan: "..."
She only went there once after coming to Kyoto to do some business, so why did she hold on to her?
Chu Qingwan turned the silver needle: "Isn't the prince gone too?"
Mo Jingyu raised his eyebrows: "Can't I go? Are you jealous because you care so much?"
Chu Qingwan was speechless and choked again.
The outside world has said that King Qi is cold and taciturn, but based on our interactions with him for more than half a month, it is clear that he is a sophistry wizard, and the thoughts in his mind are always unpredictable.
For example, this was not the first time he said what he said today, but Chu Qingwan really didn't know where his misunderstanding came from.
Based on past experience, the more he argued with him, the more unclear his explanation became. Chu Qingwan wisely shut up and went to see the doctor after the injection.
When he came back, Mo Jingyu was sweating profusely in pain, his lips were blue and white, and veins popped out on his forehead, but he remained silent.
Chu Qingwan twisted the handkerchief to wipe his sweat, feeling a little unbearable: "Just scream out if it hurts, it's okay."
It had been a while since the acupuncture was performed, and as the nerves regenerated, his pain would become more and more obvious, no less than reconnecting a broken bone. She knew how difficult it was.
Ask yourself, if it were her, she might not be able to bear it, but he endured it.
Chu Qingwan couldn't help but think of five days ago.
That day he cut his hand for some unknown reason. The inch-long cut would have healed if he took the medicine slowly, but he insisted on her helping him deal with it.
She had no choice but to apply medicine to him. She didn't pay attention to the weight of her hand. He frowned and shouted that it hurt, which shocked her and Lin Yu. They had the same idea in their hearts - does such a small injury hurt? Are you okay?
Mo Jingyu was serious at the time and emphasized again: "It really hurts."
But now, despite the pain of cutting bones and skin, he didn't say a word.
Chu Qingwan couldn't help but wonder: How is this person's pain level classified?
She looked at him who was sweating and had no answer.
Two quarters of an hour passed very quickly. Chu Qingwan took out the needle, massaged it carefully, and asked him: "Where will the prince go tomorrow?"
Mo Jingyu was exhausted and said feebly: "I'm going to the palace, I'll accompany you."
Chu Qingwan made a move.
Mo Jingyu raised his eyelids: "What?"
Chu Qingwan didn't answer and asked instead: "Is it the chaperone I thought of? Accompanying the emperor and the princes to the palace for entertainment?"
Mo Jingyu said "hmm", and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Chu Qingwan said nothing. After the massage, she helped Lin Yu prepare the medicinal bath.
Before Lin Yu helped Mo Jingyu in, she suddenly asked: "My lord, do you have an imperial doctor you can trust?"
Since he is accompanying him, the doctor at his residence will certainly not be able to accompany him, and he can only be the imperial doctor.
Mo Jingyu's eyes darkened: "Why did you say that?"
Chu Qingwan said: "If you have any, please tell him and I will teach him the acupuncture method. He will give you acupuncture while we are with you."
Mo Jing looked at her calmly: "Why should I trust you?"
Chu Qingwan met his gaze and pondered for a long time before saying, "If the prince's leg had been properly treated when it was injured, it would not be like this now."
One sentence set off a turbulent wave in Mo Jingyu's heart.