Favored Doctor Consort

He kept picking vegetables for her and asked her, "Slow down, don't choke."

As a doctor, eating is like fighting a war. After eating, she still has to go to the patient to see a doctor. Sometimes she has no time to rest even after work.

After she was eating hotly, she found out that he hadn't used the chopsticks. She felt very embarrassed at once, "I ... I'm really hungry."

He smiled lightly, drank his head and ate the food in the bowl, his movements were elegant, he chewed slowly, and Mu Yue's face turned red and red.

Compared with him just now, she was like a heaven and an underground. His every move showed noble and good education, and she was like a yellow-haired girl who had never seen the world before.

Seeing that she kept staring at herself, Long Yinfeng put down the tableware and met her gaze, "Do you remember what you said?"

She didn't respond for a moment, and Nana asked, "What is it?"

He lowered his eyes, his voice was very light, "You say goodbye, will definitely help me heal my legs."

She took a long time to react before coming up, and stood up suddenly, staring at him with wide eyes, "You ... you ..."

You have been here for a long time, and she came out before you.

He looked up at her, "Well, I'm the man you met last night."

Remembering that she was in the Imperial Study Room during the day, she also said that a hero had saved her, but fortunately he did not expose her lies.

She slowly sat down again, clarified her thoughts, and then said, "It's okay if I help you with your legs, but you must agree to my conditions."

"What conditions?"

He wasn't surprised at all, as if what she said next was as expected.

She turned her eyes and then said, "My conditions are very simple. We are only nominal couples. I will help you heal your legs. When you can go, just let me out of the house. How about that?"

His expression was so secretive that he didn't know what he was thinking, and only heard him return a word, "OK."

When she reached a consensus so quickly, her mood became very good, and she began to chat. "You are too deserted in this palace. I haven't seen a palace **** when I came in."

He looked at her and asked, "Do you like to be hilarious?"

She shook her head. "No, I just feel weird. How can you say that you are also a prince?"

"The royal doctor said that my health was bad and I needed to rest, so I dismissed the maid and eunuch, and the entire Chaoyang Palace, including Swallows and Mo Heng, and three of me."

He looked at her with burning eyes, his thin lips raised slightly, "plus you, there are now four people."

"Master, you should go back to your room to rest. I will send the medicine into the room later."

The Swallow reminded him that in order to accompany the princess, the master sat for too long and was bad for his health.

He said lightly, "Go and call Mo Heng."

Swallow came out of the main hall, Mu Xiyue saw that he had a lot of inconvenience, and opened her space with her consciousness.

"I give you one thing, even if Mo Yan is not with you, you can still move freely."

He was curious about what she could move freely in her mouth, and saw her take out a silver-white chair with two large wheels.

He reached out and touched, "What is this?"

"Wheelchair." She pushed to him. "I help you sit up and try."

"it is good."

His hands rested on her thin shoulders, and she frowned, and even the strength of feeding milk was brought up, so he dragged him to the wheelchair and sat down.

There was sweat on her forehead, thinking that Mo Yan had to carry him at any time, it was really individual work.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, looking around, looking curious, "How should this be used?"

She gave him a demonstration, sliding the two big wheels by hand, he could go wherever he wanted.

He learned the way she pushed the big wheels on both sides, and the wheelchair moved by himself. He used the big wheels to control the direction. Later, Mo Yan was not with him, and he could walk around.

"master."

Swallow and Mo Heng both froze, both curiously looking at the big chair under him that could move.

Long Yinfeng looked at their expressions, and even he himself felt incredible. Is this Mu Xiyue a gift from heaven to him? Every time it gives him a different surprise.

"I'm going back to my room tonight."

After speaking, he turned the wheelchair and headed for his dormitory.

Mu Xiyue followed him. He was not very proficient. When she needed it, she would release her hand, holding the handle of the wheelchair from behind to help him get back on track.

After finally returning to the dormitory, he was so excited that he looked at her solemnly and said, "Thank you."

She smiled: "You're welcome, we are the equivalent exchange, I help you, you help me."

His deep black eyes flashed a faint light, and he turned to look at Mo Heng behind her, "Help me go to bed, I'm a little tired."

Mo Heng stepped forward without a word, easily carried him back, and placed him gently on the bed.

Later, Mo Heng and the swallow left together, and the swallow closed the door of the sleeping hall.

Mu Xiyue stood awkwardly, "Where shall I sleep tonight?"

Long Yinfeng glanced at her, undressed, and said, "Sleep here tonight, the rest of the rooms have not had time to clean up."

He took off his robes, revealing his strong chest, and there was a layer of white gauze on it, which she had stitched up the wound that night.

Seeing him like a fine person this day, she almost forgot that he was hurt.

She stepped forward slightly and asked with concern: "How is your injury? Is there any medicine for you?"

He tore off the gauze on his body, exposing the red and swollen wounds, and said lightly, "I forgot to eat."

She immediately walked in front of him, frowning and suffering from an occupational disease. "What's wrong with you, I said? Can you forget to give you medicine? Your wound is red and swollen, and it must be inflamed. Can you spare your body? "

He glanced down at his wound and said a bitter bitterness: "This disabled body, don't bother."

She opened her mouth, and when she got to her mouth, she couldn't say anything.

She sighed and took a lot of medicine out of the space.

"Sit down. I'll give you some medicine again."

He sat still, and she applied a topical anti-inflammatory medicine with a cotton swab to his wound, and then gave him a little bit of drip so that his wound could recover faster.

He looked at the strange things in her hands and couldn't help asking: "Who are you? You are not Mu Xiyue, are you?"

With a gesture in her hand, "I'm Mu Xiyue."

"But you are different from the rumors," he said lightly.

She looked up at him. "What's it like about me?"

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