Don't talk about money and hurt feelings!Marquis【Crossover】

Thanks to Du Yi's superb medical skills and his obsession with eating, Xu Ziying's injury was so good that it took off, and the broken wound on his forehead healed after half a month.

There are only a few bruises left on the injury on his right hand, and it doesn't matter if he picks up a pen and adjusts his abacus.

I don't know if it was a blessing in disguise, because Xu Ziying couldn't use his right hand at first, so his left hand took over the heavy responsibility. After half a month, his left hand was as flexible as his right hand.

Du Yi slowly removed the gauze wrapped around his head, leaving only a scabbed scar on his forehead. Du Yi brought a box of solid ointment and handed it to Xu Ziying.

"This kind of Panax notoginseng ointment is the best for removing scars, and it is guaranteed not to leave scars."

Looking at the marks in the mirror, Xu Ziying didn't pay much attention, but instead said: "Do you want me to spend money? I don't want money, it's just a scar, it's not that much of a deal."

Du Yi hurriedly shook his head: "No money, this is the general's order, how can you ask for money from Young Master Xu."

Hearing this, Xu Ziying accepted it with peace of mind, and thought of something else, and said, "Do you usually ask for money to treat people in this big camp?"

While rummaging through the medicine box, Du said, "I want it, but it's not for collecting money, because in the past there were a few troublemakers who loved to make trouble for me and delay my consultation...so the general set up this Follow the rules and there will be less trouble."

Although Du Yi's words were cryptic, Xu Ziying could tell something was wrong after staying in this world where masculinity was not taboo for a long time.

The big camp is full of rough men, and apart from those refugees, let alone women, Xu Ziying has never even seen a female, which shows that Rong Feiyan has strict discipline.

But who doesn't have emotions and desires, Rong Feiyan is rich and handsome, but if he dares to pay attention to him, he simply doesn't want to live, so the trouble is all on Du Yi, who stands out from the crowd.

However, Xu Ziying had no reason to ask these questions, but said, "Then if I let you see a doctor, do you want money?"

Du Yi thought for a while, then shook his head: "No, as long as Mr. Xu remembers to prepare delicious food for me."

"That's just right!" Xu Ziying was very happy: "Then let's make a deal. Whatever you want to eat, I'll wrap it on me. As for me, this headache... I'll wrap it on you. Let me see if you have nothing to do. I'm going to take care of myself."

Xu Ziying is well aware of the torment of illness. He doesn't want to be so sick that he starves to death. Anyway, it doesn't cost money. Of course he has to think about it.

Du Yi nodded again and again, smiling: "Yeah, good!"

But Xu Ziying has a condition: "Don't tell Rong Feiyan."

Du Yi, who was originally happy, restrained a little when he heard Rong Feiyan's name, but still nodded.

Xu Ziying sat cross-legged on the bed, and Du brought a bowl of medicine.

Xu Ziying looked at the brown medicinal juice in the short porcelain bowl, and said, "What kind of medicine is this?"

Du Yidao: "It can be used to heal injuries, and it also has the effect of recuperating, but today is in a hurry, if you drink this, you will feel a little sleepy, but in the future, I will give you a prescription that won't be like this."

Seeing Du Yi's serious look, Xu Ziying smiled and said, "Good buddy, don't worry, you are indispensable for delicious food."

Xu Ziying held the bowl and sniffed it before drinking it. The taste was a little off. Du said, "Good medicine tastes bitter. It's cold. If it's fried hot, the taste will be even more..."

Xu Ziying waved his hand: "It's okay to be bitter."

After he fell ill at that time, he took the medicine by the handful as food, and drank it all in one breath after he finished speaking.

"Master Xu." Du Yi watched him drink the medicine with a distorted expression, lowered his head and held his forehead, obviously suffering so much that he doubted his life, and scratched his head embarrassingly.

"Originally, I brought candied fruit for you to swallow, but I couldn't hold back and ate them all."

"No, it's okay." Xu Ziying managed to hold back a sentence, and said with a frown, "I'll just rinse my mouth..."

After Du Yi left, Xu Ziying took a few glasses of water and ate some grapes before he came back to life. He wondered whether the medicine was going to make him faint or sleep.

But he didn't give him much time to complain, his head became groggy after a while, and he fell asleep after a while.

Xu Ziying fell asleep in the dark, and had many strange dreams, such as knives, swords, and blood. He was very tired from sleeping, and he wanted to wake up but couldn't wake up.

Like a light boat ups and downs, and as if a ten-thousand-jin boulder is pressing on his body, his hands and feet are drained of strength, and his mood is numb.

"Hmm..." The voices of small conversations appeared and disappeared, and Xu Ziying seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, frowning tightly in her sleep.

He felt as if he was being crushed by a ghost. He tried to open his eyes while he was half asleep, and tried hard with his limbs. Unexpectedly, he turned over and fell off the bed.

"what!"

Xu Ziying's fall was real. Fortunately, the bed was covered with carpets, so it didn't hurt so much, but it also made him gasp.

His sleeping head was a mess, and he was lying on the ground unable to get up. He heard a sound of footsteps coming quickly in a daze, and then he was lightened, and he was hugged.

Rong Fei was tired of carrying him back to the bed, and his tone was slightly worried: "Where did you fall? Where does it hurt?"

Xu Ziying frowned and hummed: "Drowsy..."

Rong Fei was tired of seeing his dizzy cuteness, couldn't help pinching the tip of his nose, and chuckled: "Are you sleepy?"

Xu Ziying slowed down before opening his eyes, saw Rong Feiyan still laughing at him, and said unwillingly.

"Why are you here?"

Rong Fei asked rhetorically, "Why can't I be here?"

Xu Ziying didn't speak, he was still tired, after a while he realized that Rong Fei was tired of seeing such an embarrassing thing and wanted to chase him away.

"get out!"

Rong Fei just stood by the bed and looked at him, with a half-smile: "Why? Didn't Yingying forget that Master Ben slept here too?"

Xu Ziying sat up, baring her teeth and waving her claws: "Then you come back at night, you are so annoying."

Xu Ziying was startled and terrified in his dream, he was almost exhausted after sleeping, but now he vented all his anger on getting up, seeing that Rong Fei was motionless, Xu Ziying got out of bed, put on his shoes and pushed him.

Rong Fei was tired of half pushing and half walking, looking at the beauty who was throwing herself into his arms and saying: "Yingying, speak softly."

"What's wrong with me being loud! You get out!"

"Yingying..."

Xu Ziying pushed him out of the screen and couldn't push him anymore. Slowly, he felt that the atmosphere was not quite right. He looked up at Rong Feiyan vigilantly, and Rong Feiyan was looking at him with great interest.

Afterwards, he nodded his feet and slowly passed over Rong Feiyan's shoulder, only to see that there were other people in the big camp.

It wasn't one or two people, but five people, all of them looked embarrassed, watching their noses, eyes and hearts, and didn't know what the world was.

Rong Feiyan coughed lightly, and said in a low voice: "The main business is a place for discussion, so call them here as usual today... I see you are fast asleep, so let them speak softly."

Xu Ziying figured out who was talking when he was in a daze.

The scene fell into embarrassment for a while, but he heard everything and saw everything, although no matter what he did, it was embarrassing, okay!

Xu Ziying tried hard to calm himself down, wiped the sweat from Rong Feiyan's sleeves twice, and raised his hand to greet them with a heartbroken heart.

"Well... hello, brothers, have you eaten yet?"

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