Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess

Chapter 38 another Wound

Yuan Qingling looked at him in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Instead of answering, Yu Wenhao asked, "Why do you think Prince Wenjun did it?"

Yuan Qingling thought for a moment and said, "Intuition."

Of course, she wasn't someone who would rely on intuition. Instead, based on her initial understanding

of the current situation, she was able to deduce that it was Prince Wenjun.

Yu Wenhao saw through her at a glance. "I don't believe you, just tell me the truth."

"It's indeed," said Yuan Qingling indifferently.

She was annoyed by what she had said just now. She did not want to cause more trouble. These

analyses were not good for her. On the contrary, it would make him think that she had understood

these things when he was in the Lord Yuan's Mansion.

A person who read history books had a keen sense of the current situation. Prince Wenjun was the

eldest son who had military merits. With the Emperor's highly appreciation and support by a group of

court officials, he was determined to become the crown prince.

As for the other princes, even if they were ambitious, seeing Prince Wenjun's current power, they

wouldn't be willing to help him get rid of Yu WenHao.

Because keeping Yu Wenhao was equivalent to setting a barrier for Prince Wenjun to become the

Crown Prince. It was not said that the other princes would like Yu Wenhao, but it was helpful to ease

the tension of the war of seizing the throne.

Yu Wenhao didn't ask any more questions. He was just a bit shocked. How could a foolish woman like

Yuan Qingling know that it was Prince Wenjun?

It seemed that the people in the Lord Yuan's Mansion had talked a lot about the situation.

He hated the Lord Yuan's Mansion even more.

Yuan Qingling lay on the cushion and slowly closed her eyes.

She was really tired recently and wanted to sleep as soon as she touched the bed.

However, a lot of things had been entangled in her mind, making her tired and unable to fall asleep.

"You’re a bad woman!" His voice came from the bed.

Yuan Qingling turned her head outwards, not wanting to talk to such a rude person.

A pillow was thrown down and hit her head.

Yuan Qingling propped up her body and glared at him with tired eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I want to relieve myself!"

Yuan Qingling got up and took the chamber pot from the corner behind the screen.

"Call Tang Yang in." His eyes darkened slightly. Occasionally, she would be smart, but always be stupid

at critical moments. He told her that he wanted to relieve himself was to ask her to call Tang Yang in

and serve him, but not asked her to get the chamber pot.

Yuan Qingling put down the chamber pot and turned to go out for Tang Yang.

Tang Yang came out with the chamber pot after a short while and said to Yuan Qingling, "Your

Highness, you can go in now."

Yuan Qingling nodded and was about to enter when Tang Yang suddenly said; “Wait a moment, Your

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Yuan Qingling looked back at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Tang Yang walked into the courtyard and waved at Yuan Qingling with a very mysterious expression.

Yuan Qingling walked down suspiciously. "Speak."

Tang Yang lowered his voice, "His Highness has another wound but no one is allowed to treat it. Just

now... just now, I took a look and found that it's a bit festering."

"Another wound? Why don't treat?" Yuan Qingling said in shock.

Where was the wound? She had dealt with all wounds, and she had checked his whole body.

Except...

Her eyes slowly grew darker as she looked at Tang Yang. "Are you talking about... the thing of a man?"

"Are they named dick as this?" She thought.

Tang Yang was thirty-five years old. In his early years, he was familiar with the demimonde. Besides,

he had followed Yu Wenhao go through fire and water. So that he could be considered a person who

had experienced strong wind.

However, this strong man's face suddenly turned red. He sighed in his heart, "Your Highness, can you

be more tactful?"

"What the hell is a man's thing?" "Could you name it the ancestors' hall of the prince's descendants?"

"Even descendants house would sound better."

"Is it?" Seeing that he was in a daze and did not speak, Yuan Qingling asked again.

"Tang Yang, what the hell are you talking about?" A roar came from inside, which almost overturned the

tiles. It was definitely not what Yu Wenhao could do.

Tang Yang carried the chamber pot and ran away.

In a daze, Yuan Qingling retracted her gaze and slowly walked back.

Yu Wenhao's face was vivid.

He stared fixedly at Yuan Qingling angrily. It was the same anger that he was about to swallow her

lively.

"Well..." Yuan Qingling didn't know why he was so angry. "Tang Yang said you have another wound."

"Nonsense!" Yu Wenhao gritted his teeth.

The more Yuan Qingling looked at him, the more she felt that it wasn't nonsense. On the contrary, it

was as if he refused to admit it.

Knowing that some people would be wary of diseases, Yuan Qingling said earnestly, "You can't hide

your injury to a doctor. Otherwise, if you don't treat other wounds well and get infected, high fever will

be fatal."

"What does it have to do with you?" Yu Wenhao said fiercely.

Yuan Qingling frowned. "So, is your dick really injured? How could you get hurt? Were you lying on the

ground and being chopped up?"

"I'm going to kill you!" Yu Wenhao once again let out a furious roar. He wanted nothing more than to

stand up and kiss Yuan Qingling.

And his face turned red.

"If you want to kill me, wait until you recover. Now let me see how serious your injury is."

"What the hell do you want to look?"

"Look the hell as you wish. Tang Yang said that the wound is starting to fester. Once infected, you'll

die."

"Get lost!"

"After I see it."

Yu Wenhao gnashed his teeth and said, "I won't let you see even if I die."

Yuan Qingling sighed softly and lowered her eyelashes. "It looks like I have to enter the palace and

request for an edict from the Retired Emperor."

"An edict allows me to see the dick."

Yu Wenhao frowned. "Do you still know what shame is?"

Yuan Qingling did not speak and looked at him.

"You don't have to stare at me. I've said that I won't show you even if I die."

The disinfectant water, cotton balls, shovels, and gears were all ready.

Yuan Qingling looked at him and said, "I've threw back the covers. Don't be embarrassed. I'm just an

imperial physician."

"Imperial physician? You wish!" Yu Wenhao was so angry. She threatened to give him some anesthesia

and waited for him to faint.

He didn't want to faint. Who knew what she would do to him?

He gritted his teeth and had no choice but to let her have a look.

He turned his head inwards the bed and was so humiliated when she lifted the last piece of shame

mask.

"Open your legs more, I cannot see it clearly."

He swallowed his saliva and his anger, opened his leg.

It was very cold. The cold air penetrated his skin which made all his hair stood.

"You..." He felt her hand touch him and was furious. "Don't touch me recklessly."

"If I don't take it away, how will I look at the wound? My God, the wound is bone-deep. If it goes an inch

further, you won't be able to keep your dick. Moreover, if you don't take care of the wound, even if it

recovers, it will affect your male function."

What the hell? "You just want to have a look."

"If the wound isn't serious, I can ignore it. However, just as Tang Yang said, your wound is starting to

infect and needs to be healed." Yuan Qing said seriously.

"You..."

"Shut up. You will thank me when you make love with woman in the future."

There was a murderous look in Yu Wenhao's eyes. He swore to himself that when he recovered, he

would make Yuan Qingling very miserable.