The Hickey of the Demon Lord: The Substitute Princess

Chapter 72

"Alright, I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to walk today. I asked the apprentice to prepare the medicine for nourishing blood and nourishing qi, and then brought it here. Let her drink it before continuing to sleep." The doctor nodded and said.

"But my place is closed at night."

Nangong Zheng nodded slightly, his face became more serious.

The doctor just stood up, opened the needle box on the table, and cupped his hands with a smile: "Okay, sir, you can go out first."

"Didn't you say it's okay?" Nan Gongzheng's eyes darkened, and his voice became even deeper.

The doctor was expressionless, and a small wound would heal in a few days, but for a big hole in his forehead, of course, this is the only way. "It's no big deal, as long as the ruptured hole is sewn up."

"Use a needle to sew." Nan Gongzheng's words were not questions, but a statement tone, and he seemed cold and arrogant without any extra emotion.

"No matter where this kind of wound is, it needs to be treated in this way first, so that it can heal later. This is the simplest minor operation. I have been a doctor for more than 20 years, and it is impossible to make mistakes."

Hearing this, Nan Gongzheng pulled his eyes away, thoughtful, his eyes gradually dimmed.

"It will pass after a while." The doctor is used to the world, this kind of trivial matter of sewing wounds, as soon as the patient wakes up, he is ready to perform acupuncture.

"It will be very painful to sew up the wound." Such words escaped from thin lips, and Nan Gongzheng's handsome face was still slightly gloomy, as if it couldn't be melted away.

"My lord was referring to anesthetics. She hurt her head. I don't advocate using anesthetics, and it will affect my consciousness in the future." The doctor suddenly realized and shook his head in disapproval.

"You try your best to find a way." Before the second half of the sentence was finished, the woman beside her woke up faintly, and uttered two words, breaking Nan Gongzheng's words.

"It doesn't have to be..."

She propped herself up and sat up, looking at the doctor silently, just now she vaguely heard them talking about using anesthetics, and said coldly.

"You help me deal with the wound as soon as possible, I'm in a hurry."

The doctor never thought that such a thin woman would ask for the wound to be sewn up, without any wavering or fear in her eyes. "Patient, you mean as soon as possible?"

Su Min clenched his fists secretly, as if ignoring Nan Gongzheng standing aside as air, and remained firm. "Yes, there is no need to use anesthesia, just solve it as soon as possible, as long as the blood doesn't flow out."

"That." The doctor held the silver needle in his hand, and gradually walked forward, with a calm expression. It is naturally best to have such a patient who does not cry or fuss, lest he spend too much time comforting him.

With a flash in his eyes, Nan Gongzheng's gaze was serious, as if he was about to burst into flames. "Are you crazy?"

Su Min didn't seem to be able to see Nangong Zheng next to her, nor could she hear Nangong Zheng's angry growl in her heart. She just looked at the doctor silently, her pale and dry lips trembling slightly.

"Let's get started."

A biting cold, along with the sharp needle tip, pierced the wound.

Biting her lower lip tightly, Su Min's complexion was as pale as snow, and she pressed her hands tightly to the edge of the soft couch, as if everything under her hand, whether it was a brick or a boulder, could be crushed and deeply sunk into it.

The thin veins on the backs of her hands were all clearly visible, and it was not difficult to see how much effort she had put into enduring the pain.

How to describe the feeling of the needle piercing the flesh?Su Min asked herself softly in her heart, it seemed that the pain was a hundred times more painful than when she unintentionally pricked her fingertips during embroidery.

After about four stitches, the doctor finally wrapped the gauze around the wound, then stopped, looked at the woman in front of him, picked up a clean white cloth and handed it to her, she took it, and then slowly wiped the sweat off her face, Sitting where I can't say anything.

There is really no strength.

The doctor also showed admiration, smiled and asked to stay: "Patient, you can rest here for a few hours, no one will disturb you here."

"No need." She still refused, and slowly propped up her body. The moment her feet landed on the ground, the dizziness just now seemed to be still churning in her mind, and had not completely faded away.

Silently crossing Nangong Zheng's body, she walked slowly step by step, but her eyes were very clear, like the blue sky.

"Don't feel it?"

Nangong Zheng looked at her coldly, his handsome face was as cold as ice, and in his tone, he couldn't tell if it was a joke, or a mockery, or something.

Su Min was silent, as if he didn't hear, and continued to walk forward.

After going around a street, when she reappeared in Sujia Cloth Shop, everyone's complexion changed drastically. Her forehead was wrapped with snow-white gauze, and her face was so pale and weak that it was almost transparent. No one imagined how she came to the cloth shop alone. .

"Let me see it."

She glanced at the stunned faces of the crowd, without any smile on her face, she opened her mouth lightly, and there was no wave in her eyes, as if there was only a light mist above her head, meaningless.

It took an entire hour to finally inspect the last batch of fragrant clothes. She nodded and watched five or six servants sending the finished products out of the cloth workshop before sitting down silently.

Her body was weak and weak, leaning against the back of the chair, she almost collapsed, her eyes were closed, and she was almost falling asleep from exhaustion.

Dressed in white, standing next to her, Lu Qingyang's handsome face was covered with a haze that was rarely revealed on weekdays, making him look more and more gloomy.

He said in a deep voice, she slept very restlessly and was also very uncomfortable, it was unbearable to watch.

"This is your hard work, I can understand, but there is no need to lose myself."

Opening her eyes slightly, she raised her clear pupils, looked at Lu Qingyang lightly, and said with a smile. "I know."

After reading the three-word response, his complexion was still not pretty, as if he was far from the old accountant who always smiled when he met anyone.

"Aren't I okay, I'll be right in front of you?" Su Min secretly let out a long sigh of relief, her shoulders slumped silently, and a powerless smile floated in her eyes.

"Are you all right? Su Min." He couldn't help calling his name, and in the hall where there were only two people left, his eyes became more and more provocative.

"It's not ruined, it's not broken, it's just an insignificant wound." Her eyes became more and more hot, and all her eyes locked on Lu Qingyang's faint eyes, and her voice revealed peace.

The most unbearable pain that pierced through the flesh has passed, and she is not as weak as the legend says.

Lu Qingyang looked at her from a short distance, and an extremely complicated emotion flashed in his eyes, "You are very precious, every part of your body is priceless, and it cannot be calculated by any amount used by a businessman. Precious, do you understand?"

She was deeply moved, the inextricable emotions in her heart were entangled into a ball, she spoke dumbly, word by word, she smiled clearly, her voice was hoarse but not as bright as her shallow smile. "Am I that good?"

"This is the value you mentioned." Lu Qingyang's eyes were full of warmth and affection, silently converging into clear flowing water, lingering around Su Min.

Approaching her like someone close to her, he brushed her small head lightly with his big palm, his expression softened, and he asked in a low voice. "If you don't treat yourself well, do you let the people around you who care about you worry about you all the time?"

"People around me who care about me?" She was slightly startled, and repeated this sentence, deep in thought, as if she was really calculating in her heart, how many people were left standing by her side.

He silently pressed that little head on his chest, a hint of secretive emotion flashed in his eyes, and he spoke softly. "Even if they're not here, at least there's me."

Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, she froze in place, as if for a moment, she couldn't feel where she was, whether it was day or night outside.

Is what he said serious?

Will he always be by her side, no matter how long?
Endless warmth surrounded her whole body, it seemed like a moth in a fire, it was about to melt away with joy, and it didn't matter.

"Brother Lu, did I hear wrong, or did I think wrong..." She closed her eyes silently, and felt him sitting on the seat beside her, gently brushing her cheek with his big palm, asking her to lean on Rest assured to sleep on his solid shoulders.

"You're just tired from walking, let me borrow your shoulder."

He said this lightly, looking at Su Min who was gradually breathing evenly, his eyes sank.

The folds between her brows gradually relaxed, her tightly pressed lips slowly opened, and the warm breath echoed in his ears, so real.

Because such a scene was too real, it also made his brows more dignified and deep.

"Don't, feel that you have any burden, that's the last thing I want to see."

His eyes slowly fell on the gauze on her forehead, and he murmured in a low voice, thinking how much she could recover soon.

Thinking of this, he pulled his eyes away, and fell on the dusk outside the window, his eyes finally completely dimmed.

The candles on the table gradually became shorter by half, and two hours had passed.

Dusk has turned into night.

Lu Qingyang put his outer robe on her body. Although it was already spring, he was still afraid that she would encounter the slightest bit of wind and cold again.

After walking a few steps silently, the woman was still sleeping soundly, her pink lips shimmering in the candlelight, she was so beautiful.

He turned his face away and stopped looking at her, intending to wake her up later and return to Su's house after having dinner at the cloth workshop.

He wanted to wake her up half an hour ago, but he was reluctant to break the tranquility at this moment, nor would he interrupt her rare good sleep.

After personally inspecting and seeing hundreds of fragrant clothes being delivered to the market with her own eyes, she can finally take a rest.

Just let her continue to sleep for a while.

Lu Qingyang's footsteps stopped in the long corridor, blocking the servant who was holding a stack of greeting cards with one hand, glanced at him, and asked. "These posts, are there so many sent every day?"

"Yeah, almost all the merchants in Los Angeles are mobilized. Seeing that our head is beautiful, they can't wait to come to discuss business with the Su family. Look, what kind of casinos, pharmacies, antique shops, etc. are in a mess that can't be done with the Su family. are all here."

(End of this chapter)