"If the wound is stained with water, you must change the medicine again, and the diet should be light." Ming Ruo explained some precautions.

"I have recorded it." Chunxiang listened carefully to the doctor's advice.

The Eighth Princess bought two more boxes of Anshen Pills with "limited purchases" before leaving the medicine hall. After getting in the car, she opened a box, took out a pill, and handed it to Chunling: "Send this medicine to Doctor Li and let him try to refine the same one." (Mingruo: Let the old Chinese medicine 'refined' Western medicine, why don't you let him go to heaven?)

"Yes." Chunling put away the pills.

Mingruo put the ten thousand taels of silver bill into the "sleeved bag" and Chen Cong walked in from the backyard: "Master, the third prince, please come over."

"Hmm? Is there anything wrong with his body?" Ming Ruo raised his eyebrows.

"No." Chen Cong shook his head, "He just asked me how long it took to walk after the operation. I told him that it would take about two months, and he asked me to invite you, probably not believe me."

"Oh~" Ming Ruo rubbed his hands and another boy from Sanbao came. The couple had a tacit understanding.

Mingruo pushed open the door of the ward with indifferent expression. For a moment, he thought he had gone to the wrong place—

The blue brick floor in the ward was covered with complex carpets, and the original simple bed was replaced with a large red sandalwood carved bed. All the furniture inside was replaced with a red sandalwood.

On the long table in front of the window is a golden jade landscape book screen, a spoon and chopsticks incense box, and a Phalaenopsis orchid is also raised in the spring bottle of jade pot. On the opposite side is a complete set of green jade tea sets, agarwood is burned in the gilded incense burner, and the green smoke rises...

Mingruo rolled his eyes and asked you to stay in the hospital for a night of observation. As for moving such things in there? Is this for treatment or vacation?

"Doctor Ming, please sit down." The third prince looked in good spirits.

The nearby servant quickly brought a chair over and placed it opposite the third prince's bed, signaling Mingruo to sit down.

Mingruo thanked him and sat down generously: "What are you looking for?"

"I will be able to get up and walk in fifteen days." The third prince said it very directly, and did not give Ming Ruo a chance to say that he could not do it.

Mingruo sneered in his heart, thinking that this would make his sister stump: "Don't say that on the fifteenth day, you can get up and walk after the next ten days. However, such treatment is equivalent to boosting the growth of seedlings, which will bring about the sequelae of sore legs and feet... Are you sure you want to treat it like this?"

The third prince pondered for a moment and said, "I want it!"

"Okay." Ming Ruowu nodded for it, "This treatment requires Longjin Powder, 20,000 taels of silver per dose, 5 taels of a piece of it, and the next day, you need to cooperate with acupuncture... Even if you have 100,000 taels of acupuncture, there will be no additional money for acupuncture."

"Yes." The operation fee plus the follow-up treatment, a total of 151,000 taels. Using this money in exchange for being able to move freely and having a bright future, the third prince believes that it is very worth it.

"Then start the treatment from today. Let my apprentice decoct the medicine and bring it over. I will give you an acupuncture tomorrow."

"Okay." The third prince thought for a while and said, "Then I will stay here, and you can arrange the follow-up treatment."

"Okay." If you want to live, just live there. Anyway, you have moved so much homework here.

Mingruo obviously underestimated the level of pretentiousness of the third prince. After Mingruo received a medical fee of 151,000 taels, the third prince brought a carriage to him, and the entire backyard was almost occupied by things from the third prince's mansion.

Mingruo did not throw them away with the people and things for the sake of Yinzi. He stopped taking the clinic and returned to the back house without seeing it.

Si Haochen sat at the stone table in the yard to handle the reports everywhere. Mingruo sat down opposite him: "I've finished all my work, so I can go back."

"It's too early." Si Haochen put down the pen in his hand, waved to Mingruo, "Come here."

"Can't get over." Mingruo shook his head repeatedly.

She knew what Si Haochen wanted to do, but this place was not Meiyuan, the yard guard, the cook and even a few military doctors could wander around in the yard. Let them see one man sitting on the other man's legs, how big is the psychological shadow?

Si Haochen obviously thought of this, so he did not force it, but just accelerated the speed of reading the report.

When the lights were on, Mingruo washed up again and changed back to women's clothing at Si Haochen's strong request. After walking a carriage for a while, Mingruo realized that this seemed not the way back to the palace.

"Where are we going?" Ming Ruo was a little curious.

"night market."

"Wow, I forget that there is a night market today." Yesterday, just heard Ning Ping say casually, Ming Ruo didn't even take it to his heart. Unexpectedly, Si Haochen remembered it.

The carriage had arrived in the West City. Since there were many people coming to visit the night market, it was difficult for the carriage to go in, Mingruo and Si Haochen got off the carriage.

Si Haochen knew what Mingruo liked to visit, and based on his height, he chose a street with many small things to sell stalls and led Mingruo over. Passing by a stall selling bamboo baskets, Si Haochen stopped, bought a small basket, and carried it to Mingruo.

"We don't buy vegetables, so why do we do with a basket?" Ming Ruo looked puzzled.

Seeing the little princess' cute appearance, Si Haochen's lips raised slightly: "Prepare something for you."

After walking a street, Mingruo discovered the purpose of this basket, and now it was almost full - painted clay figures, bamboo-woven windmills, beautiful bottles and jars...

Mingruo was tired of leaving and sat down at a stall selling ice cheese. The waiter hurriedly stepped forward and greeted: "Ke-kun, do you eat ice cheese or mung bean soup?"

"A bowl of ice cheese and a bowl of mung bean soup." Ming Ruo said.

"Okay." The waiter quickly brought the ice cheese and mung bean soup.

Mingruo looked at Si Haochen: "Which bowl do you eat?"

"The bowl that is not too sweet."

"..." Sweet soup that is not sweet, okay, you won, "I don't know which bowl is not too sweet."

"Then try it." Si Haochen gave the solution.

"Oh." Ming Ruo picked up the spoon, tasted it, and pushed the mung bean soup in front of Si Haochen, "This is not very sweet."

"Okay." Si Haochen picked up the spoon and took a sip. It didn't taste very good, but as long as he was with the little princess, he would be happy no matter what he did.

"Hey?" Mingruo grabbed Si Haochen's arm and shook it, "That... is the prince?"

Si Haochen followed Mingruo's gaze and saw the prince and the same woman selected lanterns at the stall not far away: "Well, it's him."

"That lady looks familiar, and she seems to have seen it somewhere." Mingruo doesn't like this feeling that she clearly has an impression but can't remember what happened.

Si Haochen pointed her frown eyebrows with his fingertips and gently flattened them: "The one who made the pastry at the peach blossom banquet."

"Yes, Miss Left from the Right Prime Minister's House." Mingruo patted his head. I thought the title was very funny at that time.

"What's the special thing about this title?" Si Haochen really couldn't hear any 'hilariousness'.

"It's Lord Youzhao, if the left surname is You, it would be even more interesting, hehe."
Chapter completed!