The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort

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Chapter 89—Sleep

Murong Jie suddenly smiled, extended his hand, and greeted her over.

Zi An sat beside him and looked at him.

"You give Ben Wang a sip, Ben Wang tells you a secret, a secret related to you." Murong said very seriously.

Zi An hesitated, her secret? What secrets did she know that he didn't know? Is it the original owner's secret? Although the original owner's memory remains in his mind, there are still some missing.

She moved her head, but she still shook her head. "You have to take it yourself when you drink, and you can get it yourself when you get well."

Although she is very interested, she still has some professional responsibilities as a doctor.

Murong Jie's head sank. "A girl who is too stubborn is not attractive."

Zi An put his hand in the bed. "Patients who are too disobedient do not like doctors."

Murong Jie looked at her face and couldn't help but stretched out his hand. "Your face is like a big cat. Get some medicine."

"I can't see it. There aren't any mirrors here, but the skin trauma will be cured soon." Zi An didn't even sterilize.

"Take it here," Murong said with a straight face.

Zi An shook his head, "No ..."

"The second time!" Murong sternly stern.

Zi An had to take out a bottle of ointment from the sleeve bag. This ointment was specially designed to deal with minor trauma and had the effect of disinfection and convergence. Xiao Tuo bought it from Bao Hualin.

Murong Jie took the ointment, opened the lid, smelled it, and tried to struggle, but found that he had no strength at all, so he said in a low voice: "Close to it, the **** king cannot get up."

Zi An had to sit a little closer, sitting so close to him, actually easier than when he met far away, at least without the sense of oppression.

However, without this sense of oppression, he felt a little more uncomfortable and embarrassed, because his breath was just below her, and the handsome face of the capital reflected a gentle color in his eyes.

He dipped some ointment on his finger and applied it gently on her face. His fingertips were very rough and he felt a tingling touch on the wound.

In fact, he is already extremely soft, but this kind of battle in the battlefield is also expensive. Where did he do the work of serving others?

However, the ointment is cold, and it is particularly comfortable to apply on the face. After the tingling, it is a cool and comfortable, and she is almost exhausted to sleep on her stomach.

She opened her eyes slightly and saw his long eyelashes blink underneath, unable to speak.

This outstanding man, her husband-in-law, thought so much that she twitched her lips uncontrollably, revealing a shy and joyous expression.

"What do you want to do with a nympho?" Murong Jie tapped her lips with her finger. The smell of ointment left on his fingers was a bit cold.

Zian quickly raised his head, coughed, and his face was burning red, "No, I'm thinking about things."

Murong Jie said unpleasantly; "Not finished, continue."

Zi An is annoyed by his incompetence. What is wrong with his thoughts now?

Where could this man be her? God has never treated her so favorably. Even if she married her, it was only due to a scheme of conspiracy. The last thing she needed was a marriage that used each other.

When she put her face back together, she became calmer.

After painting, Murong Chi sighed softly, "Thirsty, give Ben Wang a shochu."

Zi An threw a laugh, "Come on!"

"Even if you put a little cotton on the lips of Ben Wang."

Seeing that he couldn't forget this, Zi An had to sigh gently like him, "Just stick it on the lips!"

She got up, took the clean cotton used for disinfection, scooped it out in the wine jar, dipped it in cotton, and then took it gently and printed it on his lips.

Because of fever and coma for a few days, his lips were very dry, and the wine was wet, he licked his lips twice with his tongue, and looked at Zi'an with a little effort, "print again!"

Zi An printed it again with the ball of cotton. Murong Jie frowned and said, "You have to get wet again."

Zi An threw away the cotton ball, "No, just say it."

"Just a sip?" Murong Jie's eyes widened and he looked at him with dissatisfaction. "I didn't even taste the taste of wine."

Zi'an stood up, "If you can't drink, then drink the medicine, you don't need to pour it when you are awake."

"A doctor like you, does not consider patients at all." Murong grumbled.

Zi An ignored him and went out to warm the medicine.

He brought in the medicine and saw him lying on the bed quietly, with an unspeakable expression on his face, not knowing whether it was sad or angry.

Seeing her coming in, he immediately grabbed his head and looked at her sideways, with a lighter expression.

The child was so disappointed that he didn't see him. He sat by the bed and took a spoon to feed the medicine.

He cooperated very well, and drank all the medicine, and then he rested his head and took a long sigh of relief.

He didn't ask a word about what he moved here after he was injured, as if not interested at all.

Zi placed a medicine bowl and yawned unconsciously.

Murong Jie looked at her, "Come up and sleep."

Zi An turned around and almost thought he had misheard, "What?"

"You sleep inside." Murong Jie said lightly.

"I just lie down on the table." Zi An said and sat down, his heart beating heartily.

"If you don't come up, I won't drink medicine tomorrow." He didn't call himself king.

Zi An frowned, "If you don't drink medicine, you don't cooperate with the treatment, and you suffer yourself."

"Obviously I don't care." Murong said coolly and coolly.

Zi An burst of anger came up for no reason, "That's your body, why don't you care? Everyone cares about their own."

Murong Jie closed his eyes, "Come up, the second time!"

This is the second time, Zi An found that she really had no way to deal with this regent, but she really wanted to see what would happen if she did n’t do it the second time or did not do it the third time.

However, he still doesn't want to take risks. Now he is a harmless paper tiger, but he will eventually change back to that big cannibal tiger.

She took off her shoes and carefully walked out of the bed, not to press his feet as much as possible. After reaching the bed, she found that the empty space was not as spacious as she had just seen, but it was still enough to lie down, but she had to be close to him .

She lay flat with her hands on her abdomen, and did not dare to move.

"What are you being cautious about? You are my fiancée, and we will have to sleep in a bed in the future." Murong Jie said angrily.

When Zi An heard this sentence, he asked in a slightly surprised way: "Do you really want to marry me?"

Murong Jie breathed with a cold threat, "However, do you still want to regret your marriage?"

"I just think that you don't seem to be the kind to be at the mercy of others. My reputation is ... not very good." She wanted to say that her reputation was already stinky, but she didn't like to think about it in her heart. Admit before.

Murong Jie closed his eyes and said in a faint tone: "A well-known girl, Jingzhong caught a lot."

Zi An was stunned, his chest skipped for a beat, what did he mean?

A girl with a good reputation grabbed a lot, but he still has no princess, does it mean that he married her, and there is not a little bit because the queen and the empress are forced to marry?

And that little bit, because he voluntarily?