This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Song Chunjing withdrew his hand and picked up the small scissors, "I have to cut it open to see inside."

"...?" The prince came back to his senses, his body came alive, he coughed and said casually: "It's not that serious."

"It's hard to say." Song Chunjing said.

Once he settled down to see a doctor, he was single-minded and rarely said anything.

Even if you are in so much pain and want to distract yourself by talking to him, the answer is three or two words.

Very inconsiderate.

The prince has long experienced this.

Song Chunjing held the knife in his hand, and white bone points were exposed at the bent joints of his hand. His aura immediately changed, and a calm and solemn atmosphere swirled around him like a whirlpool.

The prince quickly asked before the scissors came, "Wait, isn't it almost healed?"

"The edges are whitish, the inside is red, swollen and swollen, and it should be purulent." Song Chunjing said without raising his eyelids, "It needs to be cleaned up as soon as possible, otherwise it is easy to get infected and cause other symptoms."

He said ruthlessly: "Your Highness really shouldn't go into the water in vain."

The prince didn't hear the tone of blame, not even the tone of worry.

Can't help but feel like an emotionless killer.

The killer held his own weapon, facing the wound, and sat on a round wooden chair beside him.

The prince recalled the scene of being picked apart by him in the heavy rain in the south.

Can't help but ask: "Should I cut it directly?"

Song Chunjing glanced at him, and the corners of his lips moved slightly, provoking a negligible arc.

"Isn't Your Highness not afraid of pain?" He asked.

The prince heard a rare taste of ridicule.

He looked at him, and the scissors in his hand, "Yes, not afraid."

Song Chunjing finally said: "My subordinates try to clean up as quickly as possible."

The prince insisted stubbornly, and continued to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail: "There is no rush, take your time."

The scissors are extremely sharp and ready to go.There are countless tiny traces on it, shining with vague light.

It must be polished every day to produce such a thick edge.

"Are all the hospitals so raw and skinny? Don't you give some medicine to numb the pain for such a deep wound?" The prince's waist tightened, and he sat up straighter, asking: "If the funds are not enough Yes, report it to the imperial court, and it will definitely be approved."

Song Chunjing: "Your Highness bathes with spices, fine salt, milk and the like. You don't feel pain when soaking in it. This kind of skin trauma is definitely not a problem."

As he spoke, the prince felt a chill in his waist, followed by a burst of warmth.

It was Song Chunjing who started to do it. He cut off the superficial flesh without hesitation, and cut away the hard-to-healed flesh with a few strokes.

The knife edge is extremely smooth, very smooth and neat.

In an instant, the prince's hands on the table tightened quickly.

Song Chunjing glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, and rested it on his blood gushing waist.

He whispered: "If you use painkillers, His Highness will be more careless in his actions, and it will be even more difficult to recover."

The prince gave a brief "hmm", loosened his clenched teeth, and forced himself a smile with sweat from his temples, "...it doesn't hurt."

Song Chunjing handed over a cotton towel and rolled it into a roll, "If your Highness is in severe pain, you can bite it to relieve it."

"It doesn't hurt." The prince affirmed.

He deliberately endured, so there was no frown and gritted teeth on his face.

The hand that was placed on the table was also loosened, and rested on it with great ease.

It doesn't really seem to hurt.

Song Chunjing attributed all this to the crown prince's strength. He glanced inside and said, "If the pustules are cut directly, the liquid will flow out and get on the wound. If His Highness thinks it can be tolerated, then the official will directly remove the thick pustules." It's all cut out."

Prince: "..."

His hanging hand seemed to have a memory, and he ached.

The prince clenched it hard, and unexpectedly regained some consciousness, causing him to clenched into a half-fisted fist.

Song Chunjing raised his eyes, "Don't be too patient, if it really hurts, I'd better give you some painkiller powder first."

He tried it, clenched his fist again but couldn't do it anymore, it might be that some nerve was activated by the pain just now, which gave him a momentary burst of explosive power.

In short, it hurts.

The crown prince glanced at him, with a sullen face, and pulled out a bloody smile, "I can't bear it, it doesn't hurt."

Song Chunjing's eyebrows relaxed slightly, and he raised his eyebrows indistinctly.

"Then the officer will be under the sword." He reminded.

Originally, it could be tolerated, but after he finished speaking, the prince felt that the knife had already cut into the meat.

He said with a blank face: "You don't need to say hello to me, just look here."

Song Chunjing simply nodded, raised the knife in his hand, took out the pustule in the blink of an eye, and put it in a small tray.

The pustules were very complete, long and thin, wrapped in a very thin layer of flesh, translucent, revealing the color inside.

If it's too thick, you can't see the contents inside, and if it's too thin, it should break.

It's very well done.

Song Chunjing reached out to fetch warm water from the table, and sprinkled the medicine into it to dissolve.

His slightly pursed lips seemed to be stained with blood, and the color was very rich.

The prince was watching, when suddenly there was a severe pain in his waist, it was the pot half full of medicine washing his wound.

He immediately held his breath, Song Chunjing kept his hands on his hands, but said: "Your Highness, relax, the back is too tight, which is not conducive to cleaning."

Endure the pain, but don't bear it too much, what you say doesn't count, you have to relax your body.

This request is so unkind.

The prince took a deep breath.

It was only after the flushing was completed that the prince really breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the time, it was only a few breaths.

Song Chunjing's medical skills are good, but there is one thing, he is too heavy handed.

There is often a cold and ruthless expression on his face, which makes the people watching him even more terrified.

I don't know why the nobles in the palace like to ask him for medicine.

The prince looked him over carefully.

From body to face, every strand of hair is spared.

finally understood.

He has a good figure, narrow waist and long legs, and he is very vigorous in every movement.

He is also good-looking, with a suave look.

Who doesn't like to see more good-looking people?

At the same time, he is respectful and smooth on the surface, and he speaks neither humble nor overbearing, picking up nice words.

Probably also thought he was interesting.

"The medicine is ready, Your Highness." Song Chunjing said suddenly.

The prince finally retracted his gaze and let out a casual "huh".

The medicinal powder was made of something, and when it was sprinkled on the wound, it looked like a turtle insect was sucking blood, and the sting was as painful as a needle prick.

The prince stared at the sky outside, distracted.

In fact, it is unnecessary.

He only needed to turn his head slightly to see Song Chunjing, and he didn't need other things to distract him at all.

After Song Chunjing applied the medicine, he took gauze to bandage him.

He also wrapped the same gauze in one hand and didn't use it much.

Only picking up the other flexible main movement, only matching the injured hand, occasionally supporting the gauze.

During the bandage, it was necessary to wrap around the waist. He stretched out his nimble right hand and passed the roll of gauze to the left hand that was stretched out to catch it. Because that hand was not very flexible, it was much slower.

The prince's eyes drooped, staring at his hands.

He looked at it for a while, then said to the hand, "Your injury is not healed yet."

"Okay." Song Chunjing said.

Prince: "Then why don't you use it?"

Song Chunjing kept his hands on his hands, his face remained unchanged, and he replied: "We still need to rest more, lest we move too hard and the wound will bleed again."

"Now I'm still worried about tearing, it was torn once when I entered the palace alone, isn't it?"

Song Chunjing: "..."

He raised his eyelids to look at the prince, and the prince also shifted his gaze to his face.

The two looked at each other.

There seemed to be an air of simmering tension in the air.

He didn't answer, he looked away and continued to bandage, his hands kept moving, and he just said quietly: "It's been dealt with."

Even though the hand was injured and not very dexterous, the exposed fingertips were like polished jade, and the gauze was white, as if wearing a layer of gauze.

The shadowy beauty makes one's heart itch.

He was about to move his hand, but Song Chunjing said coolly behind him: "As long as His Highness can think carefully, he won't ask me to be a wounded person to treat the wound."

The prince saw him wrapped twice, and couldn't help laughing.

"Don't go tonight?" he said.

Song Chunjing didn't respond, it was a silent rejection.

The prince was also a little strange, even if Song Chunjing didn't speak, he could tell whether it was acquiescence or rejection.

"I have to change the medicine tomorrow morning, or you will have to make another trip."

Song Chunjing tied the last knot before saying, "If Your Highness finds it troublesome, you can send other imperial physicians to come."

The prince couldn't help grinding his fingertips, thinking, he really refused.

Not only refused, but also carried some other emotions in it.

"Okay," Song Chunjing said, "Don't get wet."

The prince sat on the spot without moving, exposing half of his body and the well-wrapped gauze.

"Who are the other imperial physicians?" the prince asked.

Song Chunjing didn't retreat half a step, and replied respectfully without revealing any flaws: "All the sages in the imperial hospital are ready to serve the prince at any time."

The prince knocked on the table.

He stood up, separated by one arm, facing each other.

Song Chunjing stood facing his head, without blinking his eyes.

The prince took another half step forward, and hugged him tightly, "Today, I was so busy with chores, I finally spared the time to give you a good hug and talk to you seriously, thank you, Chun Jing'er."

Song Chunjing seemed taken aback and was speechless.

He opened his mouth and hung it down somewhere, "The temperature in the room is low, Your Highness should put on your clothes first."

"It's easy to take off clothes, but not so easy to put them on again."

The crown prince raised his eyebrows, raising his handsome eyebrows slightly upwards, "Why, did Doctor Song take off my clothes for nothing?"

Song Chunjing: "..."

He finally came back to his senses and refused.

If helping to put on a dress is considered 'off', then it is indeed a participation.

The prince hugged him even tighter, his breath was blowing out beside his ears, burning hot and itchy.

"You don't know, when I was outside the city, I thought you wouldn't go back." His voice was low and hoarse.

Song Chunjing listened silently.

The prince stared at his expression and gave a low laugh.

That magnetic voice made people's ears tingle and stirred up countless tiny particles on the skin.

Even more bewildering than this is the lower part of the body.

Song Chunjing clearly felt the threat.

There is a lot of weight there, ready to go, full of power.

He froze all over for an instant, not daring to move.

Half of the prince's body was tightly attached to his clothes without wearing an inch, and he seemed to be able to feel the warm and soft body temperature.

He breathed heavily, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was extremely low: "I..."

"Your Highness, please pay attention to the scale." Song Chunjing interrupted him.

He must have been too calm.

The prince tilted his head, but he caught a glimpse of the transparent blood stained on the tips of his ears.

He couldn't help laughing lowly, and spit out the scorching breath into his ears again.

"Don't go away?" Countless ambiguous breaths are dissolved in these four words.

Song Chunjing didn't have time to think about the meaning of the words, so he raised his eyes quickly.

At the same time, the prince hugged the man, and gently pushed his body forward.

Through the two layers of fabric, he still felt the scalding temperature and the aggression that could not be ignored.

Like a cheetah already lying on the ground, once it makes a rash move, it will immediately move out.

Bite people's necks and take their lives.