The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Pang Yi's heart was half cold, he knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the pinhole dripping with pus and blood, after a while, he suddenly grabbed Lu Langzhong's hand again, begging bitterly: Doctor Lu! Just think of a way! I beg you! As long as my grandfather’s leg can be cured, ten thousand taels of snowflake silver will be sent to your house immediately! I beg you!

It's not about money anymore! Lu Langzhong looked at Pang Yi impatiently, but felt that he was pitiful, so he slowed down his tone, I've seen a lot of situations like him, Ningguta has never been short of rich foreign masters, but even more nobles from the capital who have no hands and feet. In the past, there were people with milder symptoms than him who were also tortured. I have seen it and healed it with my own hands. All of them were supported by the best medicine, but they only lasted ten years, and then they were completely paralyzed on the bed, let alone him. If you can get ten thousand taels of snowflake silver, why not make accommodations with your superiors and stay in another place? Why bother to stay in Ninggu Pagoda and watch your legs become crippled?

This time, Pang Yi stopped talking. He stared blankly at the high swollen knee in front of him, and then raised his head to look at Zhong Mingwei who was also silent. His lips trembled a few times, and then he whispered: Mr. ...

Is there really no cure? Zhong Mingwei, who was silent for a long time, slowly opened his mouth, looked at Mr. Lu, and tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, I don't want to be cured, as long as I can stand up, I'll be a little lame. I don't care, as long as I can walk.

Mister, why don't you understand? Lu Langzhong frowned, and explained to him, Don't sit if you can lie down on your legs, don't stand if you can sit, let alone Walk around, but every time you move, pus will form in this knee again, and then it will only hurt your body. Now you see that this knee is only swollen, but in fact, you don’t know how badly it hurts here. How can the skin and flesh withstand it? Soaked in pus for years? If you want to...

Pang Yi, Zhong Mingwei suddenly cut off the words of Mr. Zhi Lu, and said to Pang Yi in a deep voice, Send sir down the mountain.

Master! Pang Yi was in a hurry, and he grabbed Zhong Mingwei's hand in a hurry, and whispered, Mr. Lu is the best doctor in this city. If...

I told him to send him away! Zhong Mingwei threw Pang Yi's hand away abruptly. He pointed at Langzhong Lu through gritted teeth, and cursed, What kind of doctor is he! He can't even treat a disease! What kind of person is he? Doctor?! He's just a deceitful master!

Farewell! Lu Langzhong was so angry that his white beard trembled. He didn't care about Pang Yi's retention and just carried the medicine box and left in a huff.

Mr. Lu! Mr. Lu! Pang Yi got up from the ground in a hurry, and hurriedly chased him out.

The old man had a bad temper, and he wouldn't come no matter what, Pang Yi had no choice but to send him down the mountain.

...

In the bedroom.

Zhong Mingwei, who had been sitting stiffly on the kang, suddenly fell back on the kang. The light coming in through the window paper was too dazzling. He pulled off the quilt and covered his head.

After a long while, a man's hoarse cry came from under the quilt, and he beat the kang hard with his clenched hands. Finally, when the crying stopped, he gradually calmed down, and stretched out his hand to put the kang under the quilt. The cotton trousers were pulled over, and he folded the black cotton trousers in his arms with his face sideways, and buried his face in them. After a while, the cotton trousers were dried and wet again. .

Zhong Mingwei had never been so desperate, whether it was kneeling before the throne of Empress Zhenxian year after year, or being beaten into the clan mansion by his father, he had never been so desperate.

Once upon a time, it was also on this kang, and also in this quilt, that he and his little girl had such a sweet and happy time.

Girl, don't...don't take it off...

I'm hot... I like you to take it off, but I don't like others to take it off.

Girl, wait a little longer... I'll touch you again when I recover...

...

The sweet words of the past are still lingering in his ears, Zhong Mingwei only feels that every word and every sentence is extremely painful, he bites the corner of the cotton trousers tightly, trying to hold back his futile tears, but the tears are more and more like breaking the embankment flood.

He is worthless, really worthless.