Chapter 106 The Salted Fish Princess Will Not Be Cannon Fodder (17)
Jiang Lai stood up holding on to the table and bowed respectfully.
"Mom, my daughter-in-law accidentally fell asleep, and I asked my mother to punish her."
"Good boy, how could mother punish you? Mother sees your affection for Dun'er and keeps it in her heart. Dun'er is lucky to marry you. Get up and go to bed."
Jiang Lai stood up, looking tired, and refused the old lady's invitation to have a meal together, saying that he had to take care of Murongdun.
"I'll go to my husband's place to see first. Mom, you go and have a meal first. I'll just have something to eat with my husband then."
"Don't work too hard. Dun'er has suffered a big disaster now, and his temper will inevitably get worse. As a lady, you should be more considerate. When he gets better, I will let him make a proper apology to you."
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Jiang Lai shook his head.
"My daughter-in-law knows in her heart that her husband is having a hard time right now, and I will definitely take good care of him until he recovers."
"Well, good boy, thank you for your hard work."
The old lady, who originally came to hold me to account in an aggressive manner, finally left with tears in her eyes and full of emotion and guilt.
Luo Yang stood outside and saw this scene. He couldn't help frowning and thinking deeply.
Why is this Jiang Lai different from what he imagined?
How could such a domineering aristocratic lady get along well with an old lady who had lived in a deep palace for a long time and had many rules?
Luo Yang was obviously deep in thought.
It seems that this Jiang Lai is not only domineering, but also quite scheming. After all, she is the daughter of the sycophant Jiang Xiong, so she should not underestimate her soft-heartedness.
Jiang Lai stretched directly after the old lady left.
"Thank you. I slept well last night."
"I didn't sleep well."
Little Pudding spoke in a deep and tired voice, and even yawned after speaking.
“I copied scriptures for you all night, and I almost died from exhaustion.”
Jiang Lai walked towards Murongdun's room refreshed and said good things.
"Isn't this all for the mission? I can only have the energy to deal with Murongdun after I sleep well. If you help me now, you are helping yourself. It will be beneficial for us to complete the mission, right? Besides, this thing is very important to us, Mr. Ding. That’s it. High-tech intelligence is definitely better than us, isn’t it? ”
"Well, yes, yes."
Little Pudding was convinced, and it was so praised that it knew that seven out of ten sentences Jiang Lai said were false, but it still wanted to believe that what she just said was true.
When they arrived at Murong Dun's house, Jiang Lai changed his gauze and dressing as usual, and chatted with him for a while.
Three days later, a white-haired old man who claimed to be the Penglai Medical Immortal appeared at the door of the palace.
Even though Murong Dun couldn't walk anymore, he went to pick her up in person, shouting respectfully to a miracle doctor.
Since yesterday, his mood has been much higher and fuller, so even when the dressing was changed, he didn't lose his temper and throw things around even though it hurt a lot.
The old man was dressed in a white robe and followed by the medicine boy. After arriving at the house, Murong Dun lifted the blanket covering his legs, completely exposing the wound.
The medicine boy looked at the swollen and inflamed leg with bruises and pus in front of him. He couldn't help but take a step back and frowned.
"Master, is there any way to save this?"
Murong Dun looked at the old man expectantly and kept asking.
"Miracle doctor, can my leg be saved?"
The old man didn't speak. He lowered his head and looked at his wound carefully, then stretched out his hand to lift the part above the wound. Then he saw the swelling and bruises that had spread to the root of his thigh, and then his expression became solemn.
"When did you get this injury?"
"Five days ago, it was caused by an accidental fall from the mountain. What happened to the miracle doctor? Isn't it difficult to cure it?"
"It's only been five days? Then why is the wound festering and decaying so badly?"
Murong Dun looked stunned for a moment, and his voice couldn't help but tremble. When he spoke again, he was filled with caution and expectation.
"The miracle doctor can still save you, right?"
The old man took out another roll of silver needles from the medicine box, pulled out one and inserted it into the thigh above the wound. As the needle was rotated and inserted into the thigh bit by bit, Murong Dun's eyes widened. , not daring to breathe, seeing that the needle was almost completely submerged into his leg, the old man raised his head to look at him.
"Can you still feel the pain?"
Murong Dun shook his head.
"This... what kind of needle is this? It pricks people and doesn't hurt at all."
The old man pulled out the needle with an expressionless expression, and then quickly pricked Murongdun's hand. Murongdun immediately felt pain and hurriedly withdrew his hand.
Only then did he realize something was wrong.
"How could it be... This is intact. There are no injuries here, not even scratches."
"Well, the dirt has entered the body and the rot has spread to it. This piece of meat is dead. Of course you can't feel the pain."
After speaking, the old man wiped his hands with a solemn expression. After looking at Murongdun's nervous and fearful expression, he sighed helplessly.
"This leg can't be saved. It needs to be cut off, otherwise you won't survive the end of the month."
This simple sentence fell into Murongdun's ears, but it was like needles piercing his heart.
He shook his head in despair and roared loudly.
"No! No way! Aren't you a miraculous doctor? Can't you make human flesh and bones alive?! You can't even cure this injury, what kind of miraculous doctor are you!!"
When the old man heard this, he frowned and showed displeasure.
"I'm just an ordinary doctor. The ability to live the flesh and bones of the dead can only be possessed by gods. I can't do anything with the prince's legs."
"Miracle doctor, please save me, I can't live without legs, I can't live without legs! There must be other ways, right? Think again, think again, help me!"
"As I said before, if you want to live, cut off the legs. The longer you delay, the more dangerous it will be. Please consider it yourself, my lord. Whether it's life or legs."
Murong Dun stared at his legs, tears falling like crazy, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, he was extremely helpless and desperate.
Dead or disabled?
Without legs, it would be better to be dead.
But when he thought that he would really die, Murong Dun lost his courage.
In the end, he chose to amputate his leg to save his life.
When he opened his eyes again the next morning, the first thing he did was to eagerly pull away the blanket and look at his right leg.
Sure enough, the place was empty except for a wound wrapped in white cloth.
He was missing a leg and became a complete cripple.
At this moment, Murong Dun's heart died.
Before leaving, the old man said with regret.
"Looking at the wound, it should have been improperly treated at first, which caused the dirt to enter the body. If it had been treated well, it would never have reached this point. However, you are also very lucky. You should have used some good medicine to save your life. Since you used it, why? Why don’t you use it all the time?”
Murong Dun was as desperate as a puppet. He looked up at the old man blankly, but his ears caught a key piece of information.
"Didn't you handle it well at the beginning?" (End of Chapter)