Princess Consort Is No Pushover

Chu Xuanchen grabbed his hand and pulled him to the tea room next to him to sit down, "Men's, what are you doing? What if your injury doesn't heal and it affects our disaster relief?"

"Since the emperor said so, then there is a sister-in-law." Wang Xian said.

King Tongxian finally agreed. Yun Ruoyue hurried over. She asked Feng'er to bring the medicine box. She picked up a pair of scissors and began to cut the clothes on King Xian's back.

When she cut off the clothes on his back, she found that he had not only some large tiles but also many small pieces on his back.

Looking around, the back is full of large and dense tiles. Fortunately, they don't stick deeply. Fortunately, they won't endanger their lives.

She hurriedly said: "These tiles are dense and dense. If you don't have precise tools, it's really hard to handle. If any of the tiles is leaked, it may cause infection and cause major problems."

Having said this, she hurriedly looked at Feng'er, "Feng'er, come over with tweezers. I will help the prince to clip these tiles out."

"Yes, Niang Niang." Feng Er quickly picked a pair of disposable tweezers from the medicine box and handed it to Yun Ruoyue.

Yun Ruoyue quickly found a stool to sit down and helped King Xian clip those tiles.

During this process, he didn't even hum, even if his back hurts, he gritted his teeth fiercely, not wanting people to see his fragility.

Since childhood, his mother and concubine told him that he is a man and a prince.

So even if it hurt just now, he didn't scream.

Seeing that his nerves were tense, Yun Ruoyue couldn't help but said, "Master, you must be in pain, right? Call out if it hurts. It will make you feel better. If you can't hold it back, you will feel uncomfortable in your heart."

Chu Xuanchen interjected, "We are men. What is this small injury? When we went on the battlefield, the injuries we encountered were many times more severe than here. We can only endure it, and we can't hum, lest people say we are. Afraid of pain, fear of death!"

Yun Ruoyue looked at him distressedly, "No? Men don’t hurt? I think men also hurt. When it’s painful, shout out bravely and give vent to it. It’s better than just holding back. ."

Chu Xuanchen was startled.

Yun Ruoyue's words seemed quite reasonable.

Sometimes it's better to shout out to vent it than to hold back.

Hearing Yun Ruoyue's words, King Xian snorted, "Thank you, sister-in-law."

After he hummed it out, he found that he felt better.

It was really uncomfortable to gritted his teeth like just now.

Upon seeing this, Yun Ruoyue smiled, and then immediately helped him clean up the tiles in earnest.

When she was working, she was very serious. She was skilled in her technique and superb medical skills. She could see Chu Xuanchen slightly curl her lips. Her profile is beautiful, with a little sweat falling from it.

Chu Xuanchen quickly took out a brown silk paw and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Yue'er, are you tired?"

"Not tired, the prince was injured because of me. He is really painful and tired." Yun Ruoyue said, raising her hand to wipe the sweat from her temples, and continue to clean the porcelain pieces on King Xian's back. .

Soon, she cleaned up the tiles, checked again, and confirmed that there were no more tiles, and then began to disinfect his back.

After wiping the iodophor disinfection, she gave him some medicine, and finally took a long roll of gauze and wrapped it around his back.

After wrapping it up, she handed him some anti-inflammatory drugs and told him to take it with water.