Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess

Chapter 39 the Arrival of Mu Ru

When he was shocked and angry, he saw Yuan Qingling raising a razor. He asked angrily, "What do

you want to do?"

"Shave your public hairs. How can I disinfect it and heal you without shave?" Yuan Qingling patted his

leg and said, "Separate."

Yu Wenhao only felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his head. His ears buzzed and were

about to explode.

Hearing the sound of a razor cutting through his skin, the furry things fell down and swept across his

thighs. Every touch felt like humiliation.

In fact, Yuan Qingling was also very helpless. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Was she willing to watch it? Was she willing to shave his public hair? Was she willing to treat the

wounds there for him?

But if he was infected and died, she would not be able to account to the Retired Emperor or herself.

But he deserved it.

It was very lucky that the wound was not at the major artery of his thigh but beside it. The wound was

very deep. She didn't know how he stop the bleeding by himself, maybe used some styptic powder

because there was sticky powder next to it.

Moreover, if the wound moved a little to the middle, his dick would definitely chop off.

What a perfect thing if it was chopped off! It was the root of all evil.

As she thought about this, she secretly looked up at Yu Wenhao.

Yu Wenhao threw a punch at her, and Yuan Qingling quickly retracted her head. At a glance, she saw

that his face reddened all over.

"It still needs sewing!" Yuan Qingling said seriously after she finished the disinfection.

"No!" Yu Wenhao refused and slowly closed his legs together, but Yuan Qingling had already blocked

him with her hands, preventing him from closing his legs.

Yu Wenhao felt that his hair was standing on end, and he was burning with anger.

"All right then!" Yuan Qingling picked up the medicine chest, found the anesthesia and said, "I'll apply

some medicine to stop the bleeding, so that the wound can heal as soon as possible."

"Be quick!" Yu Wenhao glared at her.

After applying the medicine, Yuan Qingling raised her head and asked, "Do you feel that the wound

doesn't hurt anymore?"

Yu Wenhao felt a little relieved, but he did not want to admit it. He said stubbornly, "Who says it doesn't

hurt? Do you think your medicine is so magical?"

Knowing that he was stubborn, Yuan Qingling ignored him, took out stitches and said, "The anesthesia

has been applied. I'm going to sew up."

"Yuan Qingling!" Yu Wenhao roared. How dare this ugly woman lie to him?

It was so painful that he almost bit his teeth into pieces when she sewed up his wound last time. This

time, the wound is at the most sensitive part of his body Did she want to kill him?

"Well, well, no sew up, just cut off the pus, Ok?" Yuan Qingling said...

Only then did Yu Wenhao stop his anger. He watched her lower her head and thought that if he felt any

pain, he would kick her.

In fact, Yuan Qingling was sewing.

After applying the anesthetic, it could be completed before the anesthesia lost efficacy.

The door was pushed open with a bang.

Xu Yi walked rushed in.

When the curtain was lifted and he glanced over, his whole body froze, as if he had been struck by

lightning.

Lord Tang said that the prince needed someone to take care of him at night, so he came over to keep

watch. He wanted to report first, and then he saw the princess put her head under the prince's legs.

"Get lost!" Yu Wenhao also seemed to have been frozen. It took him a few seconds to fly into a rage.

Xu Yi ran out as if he had seen a ghost. After a while, he ran back and closed the door.

No one could hear the crazy cries in his heart. That woman had taken advantage of the prince's injury

to tease him.

Yuan Qingling was the most calm.

After sewing the wounds, she said, "It's done."

"Is it done?" She put stitches into his wound again!

Yu Wenhao lowered his hands feebly and did not want to say any words.

When Yuan Qingling cleaned up, he turned his head and watched Yuan Qingling throwing the black

hair of his genital away...

He had to kill a few people to vent his hatred.

However, he could only endure it now...

No one spoke.

Yuan Qingling was tired to fall asleep.

In dream, she was attacked, so she ran in a hurry, and finally she was driven into a dead end. She was

so afraid that she covered her face with her hands, and looked through the gap between her fingers,

only to see Yu Wenhao's ferocious face.

As the sword was chopped down, the blood splashed on her face. Yuan Qingling screamed and woke

up.

She found her face wet and wiped it, which was full of water.

She looked up and saw Yu Wenhao holding an empty bowl.

He looked sinister.

There was a bowl of water on his bedside, which was convenient for him to drink when he was thirsty.

Yuan Qingling was very angry. She treated him, but he didn't thank her, and even fooled her.

However, she did not show any anger. Instead, she looked at him with pity and said, "What a pity. As a

noble prince, you have killed countless enemies, but now you can only take revenge by pouring water

on me."

Yu Wenhao felt angry and threw the bowl at her.

The bowl did not hurt Yuan Qingling, but fell on his own head.

The bowl was slippery and heavy, so he didn't have enough strength to throw it out.

The bowl fell on his nose, which made him burst into tears.

It was embarrassing.

Yuan Qingling picked up the bowl and walked out.

Outside the door, Yuan Qingling was laughing.

Yu Wenhao rubbed the bridge of his nose and trembled, "I'm very angry!"

The dawn appeared, and the sky was slightly orange.

Xu Yi squatted outside last night and fell asleep.

He was woken up by Yuan Qingling's lound laughter. Xu Yi rubbed his eyes and looked at her,

"Princess... are you all right?"

Yuan Qingling's face turned red with laughter, and her eyebrows rose. She patted on Xu Yi's shoulder

and said, "Xu Yi, go in and take care of Yu Wenhao. He... looked very miserable!"

Xu Yi saw her laugh wildly like a demon after saying. He was so scared that he quickly ran into the

room.

"Get out!"

Xu Yi came out dejectedly.

Yuan Qingling walked to the lakeside, watching sun slowly jump out of the horizon.

Watching the sunrise could make people feel relieved and energetic.

The sunrise slowly calmed her sadness that she came here after her death and left her family.

Perhaps it was because of the sunrise or the loud laughter just now, which made her feel that she had

a normal life for a few minutes.

There was nothing to be afraid of under the sun.

She stood by the lake for more than half an hour.

She slowly withdrew her gaze until she felt the glare of the sun.

Tang Yang walked over quickly and said, "Princess, Mu Ru comes."

Yuan Qingling turned around and looked at Tang Yang's slightly solemn face, "Mu Ru?"

"Mu Ru is the general manager of Emperor Mingyuan."

"What happens?" Yuan Qingling knew Tang Yang was calm, but now he seemed to be frightened.

There must be something wrong.