"The dressing must be changed if the wound is stained with water, and the diet must be light." Ming Ruo also explained some precautions.
"This slave has taken note of it." Chunxiang listened carefully to the doctor's instructions.
The eighth princess bought two more boxes of 'restricted purchase' tranquilizing pills before leaving the medicine hall. After getting in the car, she opened a box, took out a pill, and handed it to Chun Ling: "Send this medicine to Dr. Li and let him Try to make the same thing." (Ming Ruo: Let the old Chinese doctor 'make' Western medicine, why don't you let him go to heaven?)
"Yes." Chun Ling put the pills away.
Ming Ruo put the ten thousand taels of silver notes into his 'sleeve pocket', and Shen Cong walked in from the backyard: "Master, the third prince, please come over."
"Hmm? Is he feeling uncomfortable in any way?" Mingruo raised an eyebrow.
"No." Shen Cong shook his head, "He just asked me how long it would take for him to walk after the operation. I told him it would take about two months, and he asked me to invite you. He probably didn't believe me."
"Oh~" Mingruo rubbed his hands and came over again. The couple had a tacit understanding.
Mingruo pushed open the door of the ward with an indifferent expression. For a moment, she thought she had gone to the wrong place——
The green brick floor of the ward is covered with carpets with complicated patterns, and the original simple bed has been replaced by a large bed with carved rosewood. All the furniture inside has also been replaced with rosewood.
On the long table in front of the window are a gold-inlaid jade landscape book screen, an incense box with spoons and chopsticks, and a Phalaenopsis in a jade pot and spring vase. On the high table opposite is a complete set of sapphire tea sets, and agarwood is burning in a gilt incense burner. The smoke is rising...
Mingruo rolled his eyes and asked you to stay in the hospital overnight for observation. As for moving all these things? Is this for medical treatment or vacation?
"Doctor Ming, please take a seat." The third prince seemed to be in good spirits.
The attendant quickly brought a chair over and placed it opposite the third prince's bed, signaling Mingruo to sit down.
Ming Ruo thanked me and sat down generously: "What do you want me to do next?"
"I will be able to get up and walk in fifteen days." The third prince said very directly, without giving Mingruo a chance to say that it was impossible.
Ming Ruo sneered in her heart, thinking that this would be able to embarrass her sister: "Don't say fifteen days, I will be able to get you up and walking in ten days. However, this kind of treatment is equivalent to exaggerating the growth of the seedlings, and will cause leg and foot soreness... …Are you sure you want to treat it this way?”
The third prince thought for a moment and said, "Yes!"
"Okay." Ming Ruo nodded to avoid the difficulty, "This treatment requires the use of Longjin Powder, which costs 20,000 taels for one treatment, and requires five treatments, and acupuncture will be required the next day... I will count it as one hundred thousand taels for you. , there is no extra charge for acupuncture.”
"Okay." The operation fee plus the follow-up treatment totaled 151,100 taels. The third prince thought it was very worthwhile to use this money to be able to move freely and have a bright future.
"Then the treatment will begin today. I'll ask my apprentice to boil the medicine and bring it over. I'll give you acupuncture tomorrow."
"Okay." The third prince thought for a while and said, "Then I will stay here, and you can arrange follow-up treatment."
"That's fine." You can live here if you want. Anyway, we have moved so much of our belongings here.
Mingruo obviously underestimated the degree of hypocrisy of the third prince. After Mingruo received the medical fee of 151,100 taels, the third prince asked someone to move a cart of belongings over, and the entire backyard was almost occupied by the things from the third prince's mansion. Occupied.
For the sake of money, Mingruo didn't throw them out with their belongings. She stopped attending the consultation and returned to the back house without seeing anything.
Si Haochen sat at the stone table in the yard and processed various reports. Mingruo sat down opposite him: "I've finished my work, I can go back."
"It's too early now." Si Haochen put down the pen in his hand and waved to Mingruo, "Come here."
"I can't go." Mingruo shook his head repeatedly.
She knew what Si Haochen wanted to do, but this was not Meiyuan. Nursing homes, cooks and even a few military doctors could hang out in this yard. If they saw one man sitting on another man's lap, the psychological shadow would be huge.
How old is it?
Si Haochen obviously thought of this, so he didn't force it, but just speeded up the reading of the report.
When the lanterns came on, Mingruo, at Si Haochen's strong request, redressed and changed back into women's clothes. After the carriage had gone for a while, Mingruo realized that this did not seem to be the way back to the palace.
"Where are we going?" Mingruo was a little curious.
"night market."
"Wow, I even forgot that there is a night market today." Yesterday, I just heard Ning Ping say it casually, and Ming Ruo didn't take it to heart. Unexpectedly, Si Haochen actually remembered it.
The carriage had already arrived at the West Market. Since there were many people visiting the night market, it was difficult for the carriage to go inside, so Ming Ruo and Si Haochen got off the carriage.
Si Haochen knew what Mingruo liked to shop, so he took advantage of his height and chose a street with many stalls selling knickknacks. He led Mingruo and walked there. Passing by a stall selling bamboo baskets, Si Haochen stopped and bought one.
A small basket for Mingruo to carry.
"We don't want to buy groceries, so why are we carrying a basket?" Mingruo looked confused.
Seeing the cute look on the little princess, Si Haochen raised the corners of his lips slightly: "I'll pack something for you."
After walking only one street, Mingruo discovered the usefulness of this basket. Now it is almost full - painted clay figurines, bamboo windmills, beautiful bottles and jars...
Mingruo was tired from walking and sat down at a stall selling ice cheese. The waiter quickly came forward and greeted: "Sir, do you want ice cheese or mung bean soup?"
"A bowl of ice cheese and a bowl of mung bean soup." Mingruo said.
"Okay." The waiter quickly brought the ice cheese and mung bean soup.
Mingruo looked at Si Haochen: "Which bowl are you eating?"
“The bowl that’s not too sweet.”
"..." Sweet soup that is not sweet, okay, you win, "I don't know which bowl is not too sweet."
"Then give it a try." Si Haochen gave the solution.
"Oh." Mingruo picked up the spoon, took a taste, and pushed the mung bean soup in front of Si Haochen, "This is not very sweet."
"Okay." Si Haochen picked up the spoon and took a sip. The taste was not very good, but as long as he was with the little princess, he felt happy no matter what he did.
"Huh?" Mingruo grabbed Si Haochen's arm and shook it, "That...is the prince, right?"
Si Haochen followed Mingruo's gaze and saw the prince and a woman choosing lanterns at a stall not far away: "Well, it's him."
"That lady looks familiar. I seem to have seen her somewhere." Mingruo didn't like this feeling of having an impression but not being able to remember what happened.
Si Haochen touched her frowned eyebrow with his fingertips and gently smoothed it: "The one who made the pastries at the Peach Blossom Banquet."
"That's right, Miss Zuo from the right prime minister's family." Mingruo patted his head. I thought this title was very funny at the time.
"What's so special about this title?" Si Haochen really couldn't hear anything 'happy' about it.
"Master Zuo, the right prime minister, it would be more interesting if the left prime minister's surname was You, hehe."
