I am old and weak, but I am

Several doctors in the palace perfectly replicated Ji Fu's technique, and Yun Ting also felt that it was no different from Ji Fu giving him acupuncture, Xin Dao Ji Fu was just like that, from now on he won't need this dumb man!

Tomorrow he will break the mute's leg!

After Yun Ting drank the medicine, he fell asleep and fell asleep. At night, he was woken up by a sharp pain. He got up and lifted the quilt to have a look.

The injured leg started to turn purple, and even showed faint signs of blackening, as if it was about to fester.

Yun Ting was startled and immediately called someone.

The doctors rushed over to take a look, and their faces changed drastically, the prince's legs had deteriorated!

However, they still couldn't find the reason, they obviously followed Ji Fu's instructions, so why is the prince fine when he was on Ji Fu's hand, but something happened when he got into their hands?

Several doctors broke out in a cold sweat at the thought of this, knelt down together, and even thought about their last words.

The oldest old doctor was relatively calm, "My lord, I am not good at medicine, so I can only ask Mr. Ji to do it!"

Yun Ting's expression froze, he had just locked Ji Fu in the dungeon, and releasing him so quickly, wouldn't it be a slap in the face? !

Seeing his hesitation, the old doctor persuaded him earnestly: "My lord, if you keep dragging on like this, your legs may be lost!"

Yun Ting looked down at his leg, gritted his teeth, and didn't care about any shame, and sent an order, "Go! Let Ji Fu out!"

The subordinate ordered to rush to the dungeon to release the man, and after a while, he ran back panting alone.

Yun Ting said angrily, "Where's Ji Fu?"

The subordinate tremblingly said: "Ji, Mr. Ji, he refuses to come out, he wants the prince to go to the dungeon to meet him in person."

"Presumptuous!" Yun Ting was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he cursed, "Idiot! If he refuses to come out, won't you tie him up?!"

"Yes, my lord!" The subordinate wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and immediately wanted to go over again, but after walking a few steps, he heard the irascible voice of the lord.

"Stop! Come back!" Yun Ting paused every word, every word he uttered seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth, "Push me over."

The subordinates were taken aback, "Yes."

Yun Ting sat in a wheelchair and was pushed to the dungeon by his servants. Looking at Ji Fu who was sitting leisurely inside, he burst into anger, "Ji Fu, my king is here!"

Then Ji Fu came out slowly.

That relaxed posture, as if he was not locked up, but came here to play.

Yun Ting is even more angry, but thinking of his legs, he can only bear it. Next, Ji Fu will have to bathe and eat, and he will not show his legs after tossing and tossing.

Yun Ting's mood can be called anxious. He was afraid that his leg would really be crippled. He wanted to force Ji Fu to heal him, but he was also afraid that the other party would not want his leg to be crippled.

In history, there is no disabled prince ascending to the throne, and this is the reason for the prince's sinister intentions.

Thinking of this, Yun Ting's face was gloomy, and he held back his anger to let Ji Fu be served comfortably, and finally waited until Ji Fu took out the set of gold needles he often used.

Yun Ting's tense heart relaxes, he doesn't know why, but now he has an almost weird trust in Ji Fu, and the other party seems to never do things that he is not sure of.

"How about my king's legs?"

Ji Fu glanced and shook his head.

Yun Ting seemed to have been splashed with a basin of cold water, his heart went cold all of a sudden, and he grabbed the armrest tightly, "What do you mean? Is my king's leg hopeless? You must have a solution, right?"

Ji Fu's silence disturbed Yun Ting even more. For the first time, regrets arose in his heart, and his face turned pale.

He has worked so hard for that position for so many years, is it really going to fall short?Then the prince can't sit in the seat he can't sit in!

Yun Ting was thinking in a mess, and seeing Ji Fu nodding his head, he couldn't help being confused, what does this mean?

Isn't this guy good at medicine?Why don't you cure your own dumbness?

Yun Ting really wanted to put a talking mouth on Ji Fu, and said irritably, "Go get a pen and paper!"

With pen and paper, he finally understood what Ji Fu meant——

"There is money to cure."

Yun Ting seemed to be choked on a few words, and after a while he couldn't believe it: "Are you asking me for money?"

Ji Fu glanced at him, his eyes clearly said: Otherwise?

He is not the protagonist, he generates electricity for love.

Yun Ting was stimulated by this look, "How much money will this king be short of? Write how much you want!"

After finishing speaking, at the same time, he despised Ji Fu in his heart, he is indeed an ordinary person, full of copper stink, not as good-natured as Ji Tingfeng.

Ji Fu wrote: "That depends on how much the prince thinks his legs are worth."

"This prince agrees." In Yun Ting's heart, his legs are of course priceless, but he can't give Ji Fu the entire Prince Yun's mansion, and he will set a number by then, and it won't be less .

However, at this time, his old habit of threatening others has recurred, "If it can be cured, my king's leg will definitely benefit you a lot. If it can't be cured, cut off your own hands!"

Ji Fu's ears were almost callused, and he didn't bother to talk to him at all.

The next treatment was a thousand times more painful for Yun Ting than before, and it even made him have a horrible idea of ​​wanting to cut off his leg!

When it was over, Yun Ting was covered in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his face was frighteningly pale, without a trace of blood.

However, his legs did not continue to deteriorate.

Ji Fuxin said that this cheat is really useful.

Although Yun Ting seemed to have experienced a torture, but seeing that Ji Fu's treatment was effective, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he fell asleep, he was still thinking that Ji Fu was still useful, and it seemed that he couldn't just yell at him in the future.

After a turmoil, Ji Fu's status in the palace can be said to have risen steadily, and no one dared to disrespect him.

Manu returned to Ji Fu's side again. During this period of time, he was crazily able to read and understand many characters written by Ji Fu, and the communication with Ji Fu was much more convenient than before.

Ji Fu thought it was almost time, so he arranged a task for him.

Manu obeyed his orders and went to sell medicine outside Chunfenglou, trying to find a way to sell the medicine to a girl named Haitang.

The author has something to say: good night~