Kuai Chuan: What to do if you madly criticize beauties who refuse to be cannon fodder

Chapter 106 The Salted Fish Princess Does Not Be Cannon Fodder (17)

Jiang Lai still supported the table and stood up, bowing respectfully.

"Mother, my daughter-in-law accidentally fell asleep, and I ask mother to punish her."

"Good boy, how could mother punish you? Mother sees your love for Dun'er and remembers it in her heart. It is also his blessing that Dun'er can marry you. Get up and chill."

Jiang Lai stood up, with a tired face, he refused the old lady's invitation to have a meal together, saying that he still had to take care of Murong Dun.

"I'll go to see my husband first, mother, you go to eat first, I'll just eat something with my husband when the time comes."

"Don't work too hard. Now that Dun'er has encountered a catastrophe, his temper will inevitably become worse. You, a lady, have to be more tolerant. When he recovers, I will ask him to make an apology to you."

Jiang Lai shook his head.

"My daughter-in-law knows in her heart that my husband is having a hard time now, and I will definitely take good care of him until he recovers."

"Well, good boy, thank you for your hard work."

The old lady, who had come to ask the question aggressively, left in the end wiping her tears full of emotion and guilt.

Standing outside and seeing this scene, Luo Yang couldn't help frowning, thinking deeply.

Why is Jiang Lai different from what he imagined?
How could such a domineering noble lady live in peace with an old lady who has lived in the palace for a long time and has many rules?
Luo Yang was obviously in deep thought.

It seems that this Jiang Lai is not only domineering and domineering, but also quite scheming. After all, she is the daughter of the courtier Jiang Xiong, so soft-hearted should not be underestimated.

Jiang Lai stretched directly after the old lady left.

"Thank you, I slept well last night."

"I didn't sleep well."

Little Pudding's tone was heavy, his voice was tired, and he yawned after he finished speaking.

"I copied the scriptures for you all night, and I almost died of exhaustion."

Jiang Lai walked towards Murong Dun's room refreshed and said good things.

"Isn't it all for the task? I can only have the energy to deal with Murong Dun when I have a good sleep. If you help me now, you are helping yourself. We will all benefit from completing the task! Besides, this thing is very important to us, Mr. Ding." That's easy to come by, high-tech intelligence must be better than us, isn't it!"

"Well, that's right."

Little Pudding thought so deeply, and was so erratic after being praised, knowing that seven out of ten of Jiang's words were false, but he was still willing to believe that what she just said was the truth.

When he arrived at Murong Dun's room, Jiang Lai changed his gauze and dressing as usual, and chatted with him for a while.

Three days later, a white-haired old man who claimed to be a doctor of Penglai appeared at the gate of the palace.

Murong Dun couldn't even walk, so he went to pick him up in person, shouting respectfully to a miracle doctor.

Since yesterday, his mood has been higher and fuller, so he didn't lose his temper and smash things even though he was in pain when changing the dressing.

The old man was wearing a white robe and followed the drug boy behind him. After entering the room, Murong Dun lifted the blanket covering his legs, fully exposing the wound.

Yaotong looked at the swollen and inflamed leg with bruised and purulent wounds, and couldn't help but take a step back and frowned.

"Master, is there any help?"

Murong Dun looked at the old man expectantly and kept asking.

"Genius doctor, can I still save my leg?"

The old man didn't speak. He looked down at his wound carefully, then stretched out his hand to lift the part above the wound, and then saw the swelling and bruises that had spread to the base of his thigh. Immediately afterwards, his expression became serious.

"You're hurt, when did it happen?"

"Five years ago, it was caused by an accidental fall from the mountain. What's wrong with the doctor? Is it difficult to heal?"

"It's only been five days? Then why is the wound festering and corrupting so badly?"

Murong Dun's expression froze for a moment, followed by his voice trembling uncontrollably, and when he spoke again, he was full of caution and anticipation.

"The miraculous doctor can still be saved, right?"

The old man took out a roll of silver needles from the medicine box, pulled out one, and stuck it on the thigh above the wound. As the needle was bit by bit, rotated and pierced into the thigh, Murong Dun's eyes widened. , not daring to breathe, seeing that the needle was almost completely submerged in his leg, the old man raised his head to look at him.

"Can you still feel pain?"

Murong Dun shook his head.

"This... what kind of needle is this? It pricks people and doesn't hurt at all."

The old man pulled out the needle with a blank expression, and then quickly pricked Murong Dun's hand. Murong Dun, who was in pain for a moment, quickly withdrew his hand.

Only then did he realize something was wrong.

"How come...it's intact, there's no injury here, not even a scrape of skin."

"Well, the dirt has entered the body, the rot has spread to the top, this piece of meat is dead, of course you can't feel the pain."

After finishing speaking, the old man wiped his hands, his face was serious, and after looking at Murong Dun's nervous and frightened expression, he sighed helplessly.

"I can't keep this leg. I need to cut it off, or you won't survive the end of the month."

A simple sentence fell into Murong Dun's ears, but it pierced his heart like needles.

He shook his head in despair and roared loudly.

"No! No! Aren't you a miracle doctor? Aren't you able to live to the death of human flesh and bones?! This injury can't be cured, what kind of doctor are you!!"

Hearing this, the old man frowned and showed displeasure.

"The old man is just an ordinary doctor. The ability to live to the death of human flesh and bones is only possessed by gods. The old man can't do anything with the prince's legs."

"Genius doctor, please help me, I can't live without legs, I can't live without legs! There must be other ways, right? Think again, think again, help me!"

"It's still the same sentence. If you want to live, you have to cut your legs. The longer you delay, the more dangerous it will be. Your lord, you can decide for yourself. Whether it's life or legs."

Murong Dun stared at his legs, tears fell like crazy, his whole body trembled like a sieve, desperate and helpless to the extreme.

Dead, or maimed?

If you lose your legs, you might as well be dead.

But when he thought that he would really die, Murong Dun lost his courage again.

In the end, he chose to amputate his leg to save his life.

When he opened his eyes again the next morning, the first thing he did was to pull off the blanket impatiently and look at his right leg.

Sure enough, there was nothing left, except for a wound wrapped in a white cloth.

He lost a leg and became a complete cripple.

At this moment, Murong Dun's heart died.

Before leaving, the old man said regretfully.

"Looking at the wound, it should have been improperly treated at the beginning that caused the filth to enter the body. If you can treat it properly, you will never reach this point. However, you are also very fateful. You should have used some good medicine to save your life. Now that you have used it, why? Don't you use it all the time?"

Murong Dun was already desperate like a puppet, he looked up at the old man dully, but his ears caught a key message.

"At first, didn't you handle it well?"

(End of this chapter)