Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

Feng Yuheng was lying on the bed. When he saw everyone come in, he asked his maid to help him sit up.

He turned his head and stared straight at Ying Yufu.

"Fu'er, are you really a miracle doctor?" He was still shocked.

He woke up today to find that his leg injury was so severe that he was disabled, and he was initially very desperate.

However, his mother and sister cruelly told him that he was even more seriously injured when he returned yesterday.

The reason he was so well-liked was because the miracle doctor had treated him and guaranteed that he could be cured.

His mood was drawn along a solitary line between despair and stability.

Seeing that his mother and sister spoke in a relaxed tone, without any sadness, he also relaxed.

And the person who could heal his leg was actually Fu'er!

They had grown up together since childhood, and his mother and Aunt Tang had a close relationship, so he also regarded Fu'er as a younger sister.

Upon receiving Feng Yuheng's shocked gaze, Ying Yufu slightly raised her head and nodded her chin. "Yes, I am. Prince Yuheng, please call the divine physician!"

She casually flicked her sleeves, draped them behind her back, exuding an air of superiority.

Upon seeing this, Yao Guang immediately rubbed her forehead, thinking, "Fu'er is too easily flattered."

Hua Xi tugged at Shangguan Tang's sleeve, turning her head away to suppress a laugh.

A smile appeared in Shangguan Tang's eyes as she reminded him, "Fu'er, quickly take a good look at Yuheng and see how his leg injury is."

Feng Yuheng looked conflicted. He blinked and said, "Dr. Fu, please take a look at my leg quickly. Whether it can recover depends on you, Dr. Fu."

He said it jokingly, but his expression was serious.

Ying Yufu said, "Don't worry, teach it to me."

Ying Yufu reached out and pulled off his blanket.

A hand suddenly reached out and pressed down on it.

Ying Yufu turned her head and looked at the owner of the hand.

The crown prince looked serious.

He asked, "Are you wearing it?"

Feng Yuheng stared blankly at the Crown Prince, then nodded. "His clothes are still the same as they were yesterday when they were bandaged up."

The crown prince nodded and then released his grip.

Ying Yufu looked at the Crown Prince with a serious expression. "Your Highness, what are you doing? You'll have to take it off later, otherwise how am I supposed to apply the medicine?"

Crown Prince: "..."

The Crown Prince looked at Ying Yufu with a resentful expression and silently retreated to a corner.

Ying Yufu stared at him and suddenly felt that he looked like a wronged big dog.

She blinked, then blinked again. Hmm, why did she suddenly feel like going over to comfort him?

Feng Yuheng glanced at the Crown Prince thoughtfully.

Hua Xi and Shangguan Tang exchanged a glance, both of them beaming with smiles.

Ying Yufu removed the wooden board binding Feng Yuheng's legs and gently pressed her palm on his legs.

She used considerable force, and Feng Yuheng's expression immediately contorted in pain as he broke out in a cold sweat.

Ying Yufu didn't spare either of his legs. Seeing his pale face from the pain, a relieved smile appeared on her face.

"Fu'er, do you want my life?" Feng Yuheng was almost crying from the pain.

Hua Xi's smile vanished instantly. She looked over with concern, only to hear Ying Yufu say in a mature and composed manner, "It's fine as long as it hurts. I'm just afraid it won't hurt."

Everyone couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

The treatment required quiet, so everyone left.

The crown prince, however, remained squatting in the corner without moving.

Everyone saw it, but they all pretended not to see it.

Ying Yufu turned her head and said, "Your Highness, could you please lend me a hand?"

The crown prince's eyes immediately lit up, and he strode forward.

"Is there anything I need to do?" the prince asked expectantly.

Ying Yufu said, "I'll cut open his pants with scissors in a moment, and I'll trouble Your Highness to help apply the medicine."

She took out the White Jade Broken Heart Ointment.

"Okay, no problem."

The crown prince was delighted, and the corners of his resentful lips couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

Ying Yufu's lips curled up slightly, and then she took out a silver needle.

The Crown Prince and Ying Yufu worked together very well. With an extra person to lend a hand, Ying Yufu's treatment was indeed much easier and less strenuous.

After a round of acupuncture, Feng Yuheng's face turned red, and his breathing became completely balanced.

"It's amazing, I feel my legs are warm, like there's a warm feeling flowing through my bones."

Feng Yuheng said in surprise.

The prince was also surprised, not expecting the acupuncture technique to be so powerful.

He couldn't help but look at Ying Yufu, only to see the little girl with a serious expression and clear, spring-like eyes, solemnly putting away the needles one by one.

After gathering all the needles, she re-tied Feng Yuheng's legs.

"Don't even think about taking a shower. Wait until your leg heals before you shower. It's okay if you smell a little," Ying Yufu advised.

Feng Yuheng's expression changed, and he quickly lowered his head to smell himself.

She should have kept quiet, because once she did, he felt like he really stinked.

What's most infuriating is that the crown prince kept his distance from him with obvious disdain.

I didn't see you being this dramatic just now.

Feng Yuheng resisted the urge to glance at the white-haired prince, silently repeating to himself, "That's the prince, that's the prince!"

The Crown Prince had just applied medicine to him, so he tolerated the fact that he felt smelly.

"Fu'er, will my leg really get better?" Although Feng Yuheng had gained some confidence and believed in Ying Yufu's abilities, he still couldn't help but ask.

He wanted peace of mind and wanted to hear her answer with his own ears.

Ying Yufu looked at him very seriously and said, "Young Master Yuheng, don't worry, I'll cure your leg."

As she spoke, she took out another glass bottle.

The liquid inside wasn't quite full.

The Crown Prince and Feng Yuheng stared in astonishment at the strangely shaped and exceptionally clear glass bottle, for they had never seen such a bottle before.

"Your Highness, could you please bring me a teacup?"

Having just worked together on the treatment, she was now able to command the Crown Prince with ease.

The prince readily handed over a teacup.

Ying Yufu poured half of the liquid from the glass bottle into a teacup and said to Feng Yuheng, "Young Master Yuheng, drink this medicine."

Feng Yuheng obediently drank it down; it was refreshingly sweet and surprisingly delicious.

As soon as the Crown Prince put the teacup back in its place, Chuang Yuheng comfortably closed his eyes.

"This medicine feels so good..."

Ying Yufu said, "This medicine can help your leg injury heal better and faster, without leaving any aftereffects. It won't affect whether you practice martial arts or do anything else in the future."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuheng's eyes suddenly reddened.

"Oh dear, don't cry. I won't comfort you if you cry," Ying Yufu said repeatedly.

Feng Yuheng remained silent.

"Young Master Yuheng, is this injury an accident or something else?" Ying Yufu asked abruptly.

Feng Yuheng's expression changed.

"If I said that someone deliberately sabotaged my carriage, causing it to plunge off the cliff, would you believe me?"

brush!

Ying Yufu and the Crown Prince exchanged a glance, and the same signal ignited in their eyes at the same time: there's juicy gossip.

"What's there to disbelieve? You wouldn't just make things up, would you? Tell us what you think," the Crown Prince said seriously.

"Yes, tell us first." Ying Yufu nodded seriously.

"It's Duan Pengju."

When Feng Yuheng uttered the name, hatred flashed in his eyes.