The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 343 I Can't Do This Small Thing Well!

"If you don't believe me, why call me?" Feng Qingyin smiled slightly, "Besides, even if it can't be cured, is there a worse situation than you are now? As a man, you don't even have this adventurous spirit, you deserve it all your life Crippled!"

Provoked by her, Liu Siyuan gritted his teeth and said loudly, "Okay, I'll cure it! What should I do if you can't cure it?"

"If I can't cure you, I'll keep a leg." Feng Qingyin's beautiful eyes showed a trace of contempt, she paused, and then said, "If I can cure your leg, you will serve me for three years. How about it, slave?"

Liu Siyuan's pale face curled up in mockery, "If my legs can get better, what's the point of being your servant for ten years?"

"I don't need ten years, three years is enough." Feng Qingyin glanced down at him, then turned back to the bed, "However, once you promise me, you can't go back on your word, otherwise I will make you pay a painful price. "

"I, Liu Siyuan, can swear to the sky, if I can say it, I can do it."

The two had a short conversation, and Liu Siyuan had an inexplicable trust in her in his heart, feeling that she was different from the doctors who had been invited back to cheat money in the past.

Maybe she can really heal her useless leg.

"Okay, let's start then." Feng Qingyin swept her eyes away, and pouted her chin at his useless leg, "Take off your pants."

Liu Siyuan reached out to take off his pants, but he hadn't eaten for a long time and his legs and feet were inconvenient, so he tried several times but couldn't take off his pants.

Feng Qingyin couldn't stand it anymore, and waved to him impatiently, "It's alright, alright, I can't even do this little thing well! I'll do it."

Liu Siyuan didn't insist either, and let go of his hand and said to her, "I'm sorry."

Feng Qingyin ignored him, leaned over, reached out and pulled his pants, then took off his pants.

When she lowered her head to check his wound, Liu Siyuan took a sniff, and smelled a burst of traditional Chinese medicine, mixed with a faint fragrance.

His expression was slightly stagnant, and before he could think about it, Feng Qingyin's voice came from his ear again, "Are you afraid of pain? Your leg injury was not treated well in the early stage, and now the bone has grown crookedly. You have to break it and reattach it."

Liu Siyuan didn't expect that she would find so many problems just by staring at his legs, and his trust in her increased a bit, "I'm not even afraid of death, so how can I be afraid of pain?"

"That's fine." Feng Qingyin nodded, and before he could get ready, both hands suddenly ruthlessly folded on his injured leg.

There was a crisp 'click', the sound of joints being smashed again.

"what--!!!"

The sharp pain hit Liu Siyuan's nerves directly, as if countless thin needles had pierced his bone marrow. The pain made his voice tremble a little, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Feng Qingyin glanced sideways at him, "It's a good thing to know the pain, at least it means that your nerves haven't died yet, and it should be easier to treat."

After saying this, she closed her eyes and muttered something silently.

A few seconds later, when she raised her hand, the white light from her fingertips shot directly at his injured leg.

Liu Siyuan felt that the pain in his leg was disappearing quickly, and after a while, he didn't even feel any pain at all.

Just when he was in doubt, Feng Qingyin had already withdrawn her hands, "Okay, get out of bed and move around to see if there is any discomfort?"

Liu Siyuan's eyes widened immediately, and he looked at her in disbelief, "What did you say? This, this will be fine? My leg is healed?"

"Yeah." Feng Qingyin didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, her tone showed a bit of impatience, "Get out of bed and walk around, and you'll know if it's all right."

"me……"

　Four shifts~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)