"Sir!" Di Ji was so excited that he wanted to hold Feng Jiu's shoulders, but Feng Jiu cleverly avoided it.
Di Ji didn't care either. His voice was out of tune due to the ups and downs of his emotions: "Sir, it... hurts!"
Compared to Di Ji's excitement, Feng Jiu's expression looked too calm, so calm that it gave people the illusion of being heartless.
Perhaps most doctors are like this, probably because they have seen too many patients and witnessed too many miracles, hope or despair.
But all the patients' emotions may really not mean anything to them.
Di Ji finally calmed down his excitement, straightened his expression, and said, "I heard that Mr. Sir had previously cured an old woman who had suffered from leg disease for many years."
"Don't be too happy too early. Your situation is different from hers. I can cure him, but I may not be able to cure you."
Feng Jiu's calm and untroubled face made Di Ji feel very unsure. However, knowing that he still had feeling in his legs, he could not help but feel excited.
Even when he spoke, his voice had a slight tremor that could not be suppressed: "Then, sir, how confident are you?"
"Unknown." Feng Jiu has returned to the usual rigor and seriousness of a doctor: "In addition to me giving you a special rehabilitation treatment plan, I also need your full cooperation, rigorous, serious and serious cooperation."
"Of course I will cooperate." His leg has been injured for so many years, and now someone told him that there is a chance of getting better. He even personally felt that the leg still had vitality. For Diji, this was pie in the sky.
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He was afraid that it was fake, but he expected it to be true. The most important thing was that he had already tasted the pie.
"Let me check the other leg for you." Feng Jiu always had a neutral attitude and tone. At such a young age, her calmness in doing things could easily make people feel at ease.
In fact, Di Ji also felt that he and Feng Jiuer had a very similar feeling to him.
That was when the Ninth Prince was seriously injured, and Feng Jiuer's ability to command and control the entire team made him sigh inwardly.
But, how could Feng Jiu be Feng Jiu'er?
If it were Feng Jiuer, she would never tell herself that there was still a possibility of healing his leg.
If it was Feng Jiu'er who could have given him an injection or even taken action at such a close distance just now, she would have definitely taken action.
After all, for Feng Jiuer, it would not be a pity to die a hundred times.
Therefore, she cannot be Feng Jiu'er, and there is no reason for her to be Feng Jiu'er.
Feng Jiu tested both legs of Di Ji. The tendons of the left leg were not as good as the right leg that was first examined, but like the right leg, at least there was still hope.
She gave her an injection and prescribed medicine, both internal and external, and asked Leng Yue to line up to get the medicine.
Leng Yue almost got into a fight with the person who took the medicine, because the proud girl felt that her status was different and she was unwilling to queue up. She wanted to go directly to the front of the queue.
The two of them were almost kicked out by the people from Tianji Hall, which was quite embarrassing.
However, Di Ji's mood today was obviously very different, and he didn't even take the disrespect from those people to heart.
What's more, face aside, it was indeed Leng Yue's fault.
"Father..." As soon as he left Tianji Hall and got on the carriage, Leng Yue couldn't wait to ask.
"No." Di Ji knew what she wanted to ask, but what he was thinking about now was his legs, and he didn't pay much attention to other things.
"Father, how can you be sure that he is not the one? If Yue'er remembers correctly, that damn girl Feng Jiu'er's medical skills are also amazing!"
Although this was considered a compliment to Feng Jiu'er, and although she did not want to admit that Feng Jiu'er had any merits, it was recognized that Feng Jiu'er's medical skills were good.
The body shape is the same, the feeling is the same, the name is similar, and the medical skills are equally good. Isn't this enough to prove that Feng Jiu is Feng Jiu'er?
Why did the adoptive father say no?
"If I say no, I won't. From now on, don't have any wrong thoughts about Mr. Fengjiu. He is Fengjiu, a man."
Di Ji's face was a little serious. Feng Jiu was his only hope now. He didn't want or allow Leng Yue to destroy everything!
If she wants to destroy it, she will destroy his future!
Leng Yue could feel Emperor Ji's protection for Feng Jiu, he even called him Mr. Feng Jiu!
In an instant, Leng Yue realized that Feng Jiu had bribed Emperor Ji.
It’s not about buying someone with money. Emperor Ji is never short of money. So, the only thing that can be bought is Emperor Ji’s legs.
"Did she tell you that there is still hope for your leg?"
Leng Yue snorted, knowing that Feng Jiu would definitely pull this trick.
"Father, you were deceived by her. She just wanted to control you in this way, give you hope, and make you listen to her in the future."
Di Ji didn't say anything, but his face didn't look very good.
Leng Yue felt that she had guessed correctly, and immediately said: "Mr. Mo Bai is at a loss what to do. Do you really believe in a quack doctor out there?"
"Yue'er doesn't want to make you unhappy, but my adoptive father's legs..." She didn't say it directly, but her attitude made it clear. She felt that there was no hope for Di Ji's legs to get better.
"Father, Feng Jiu must be Feng Jiu'er. She is so good at manipulating people's hearts. She just wants to control you!"
"Then Yue'er also thinks that your adoptive father's leg will never get better in his lifetime?" Di Ji asked, his words cold.
Leng Yue wanted to say something, but in the next moment, she saw the cold aura deep in Di Ji's eyes.
Her words seemed to go too far. In order to expose Feng Jiu's scam, her words were indeed cruel.
"Of course Yue'er hopes that her adoptive father's leg will get better, but Fengjiu clearly wants..."
"I have feeling in my legs today. I feel the pain under Mr. Fengjiu's acupuncture!"
Di Ji didn't want to explain too much to her. This girl had made him increasingly impatient.
She was not suitable to be the mother of a country, and even Emperor Ji suspected that she was just a concubine in Wuya's harem, which seemed inappropriate.
If such a woman stays in the harem, she will definitely stir up trouble and make the harem no longer peaceful.
He had to think carefully about Wuya's harem again.
The coldness that Leng Yue read in his eyes directly chilled her heart.
As early as half a year ago, she realized that she could not show her lack of dignity in front of Emperor Ji. She had been a lady for half a year, so why had she completely failed in the past two days?
Leng Yue, who instantly calmed down, lowered her head and quickly tried to remedy the situation: "Father, Yue'er actually didn't think much about it. What she fears most is that Feng Jiuer will come back for revenge. If my foster father is not prepared, I'm afraid that my foster father will be hurt."
Di Ji let out a breath, opened the curtain of the carriage and looked outside: "He is not Feng Jiu'er. If it were really Feng Jiu'er, my adoptive father would probably not have the chance to talk to you here now."
