The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

Su Fuliu walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, then reached out and grabbed Feng Muting's hand: "If the prince feels pain, just grab the little one's hand hard."

"This king is afraid that it will really hurt, so if I exert all my strength, I will crush the bones of your hand." Feng Muting laughed.

Su Fuliu shook her head: "The prince was injured so badly because of the little one, so what if the prince crushed the little hand!"

"You still have a bit of conscience." Feng Muting looked at the hand held by Su Fuliu, smiled, then pulled out his hand, and then held Su Fuliu's hand instead.

Su Fuliu's hands are very smooth and soft, unlike Feng Muting who has practiced martial arts all year round, and his palms are already calloused from holding weapons all year round.

"My lord, get ready, I'm going to start treating your wound." The doctor said.

"En." Feng Muting responded, but didn't have much reaction.

On the contrary, Su Fuliu became nervous instantly, he didn't dare to look at it, so he lowered his head.

Feng Muting looked at him and said with a smile: "This king is not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Su Fuliu replied: "Aren't you afraid, my lord, it hurts just looking at it."

"Just endure the pain, not to mention, you are here to give me strength?" Feng Muting grabbed his hand and gestured.

Su Fuliu pursed her lips: "My lord will be hurting later, so be a little... a little lighter, although the small ones are not afraid of losing hands, but the small ones are afraid of pain..."

Feng Muting nodded with a smile: "Don't worry, I don't dare to crush your hand. If it is crushed, who will make delicious food for me in the future?"

"That's right, that's right, it can't be crushed. If it's crushed, the little ones won't be able to make delicious food for the prince." Su Fuliu replied.

At this time, Feng Muting suddenly gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and frowned.

Su Fuliu was startled, and then looked at the doctor, who had already started to treat the injury on Feng Muting's back.

But he didn't feel the feeling of Feng Muting's forceful grip on his hand at all, it can be seen that Feng Muting was enduring himself and didn't exert force on his hand.

He looked at Feng Muting, and saw beads of sweat slowly oozing from Feng Muting's forehead.

He looked left and right, thinking that it was impossible to find the handkerchief here, so he grabbed the sleeve of the other hand and wiped Feng Muting's sweat.

"My lord, you have to hold on a little longer, it will hurt even more," said the doctor.

Su Fuliu frowned: "Isn't that counted, the prince is sweating from the pain, and there is more pain?"

The doctor nodded.

Su Fuliu clicked his tongue, and then he didn't dare to see the doctor to treat the wound. He put his other hand on the back of Feng Muting's hand.

At this moment, he felt that Feng Muting's hand was exerting force, but he could accept this force, it didn't hurt, it was just a little urgent.

It can be seen that this time it is indeed more painful.

Feng Muting endured even harder.

The more this happened, the more sad Su Fuliu felt.

If it wasn't for saving him, how could Feng Muting be injured so badly.

Think about it, he is a noble prince, and he is just a servant, but Feng Muting came to save him desperately.

He will remember this kindness in his heart for a lifetime.

For the next period of time, what Su Fuliu can do is to wipe Feng Muting's sweat from time to time, and when he is not wiping his sweat, he tightly holds Feng Muting's hand.

But he looked at Feng Muting and really endured the hard work. After thinking about it, he said, "Sing a song for the prince, little one?"

"Yes, but not now." Feng Muting squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

Su Fuliu looked at him puzzled: "But the little one just wants to sing now, so maybe the prince listens and can distract himself, so it won't hurt so much."

Feng Muting shook his head slightly: "No, this king said, not now."

Su Fuliu curled her lips, very confused, Feng Muting promised to let him sing, but didn't let him sing now, so what's the use of him singing afterward?

But Feng Muting said that, how could he not listen.

So he had no choice but to calm down and continue to wipe Feng Muting's sweat.

Another hour passed before the government doctor stopped: "Okay, lord, you have a back injury now, so you have to sleep on your stomach these few days, and when you get better, sleep on your side again. Anyway, you must not sleep peacefully." Lie down and sleep."

"Ah."

"The little one will come back tomorrow to change the medicine for the prince."

"Ah."

The doctor nodded, and then looked at Su Fuliu: "You'd better not leave the lord's side, you must take good care of the lord, although the wound has been treated, but today and tomorrow are more dangerous times, because during this time The wound can easily cause a fever, you must pay close attention to the prince, once the prince has a fever, you must call me immediately."

Su Fuliu nodded: "Okay, I understand, I will take good care of the prince."

"Well, my lord, I'm leaving."

After the doctor left, Feng Muting said, "Okay, you can sing now."

Su Fuliu was still thinking about the doctor's order just now, and was a little nervous, but when he heard Feng Muting asked him to sing, he was really puzzled, and asked, "Why did the lord let the little one sing now?"