MTL - Drunk House-Chapter 479 The art of the imperial court (one more)

  Chapter 479 The art of the imperial court (one more)

  A group of people came to the gate of the city, and saw Ning Ze rushing down the tower to meet the gate.

  Ning Ze was very excited and happy, "Miss Seven."

  Su Rong smiled at him, "Just now I heard the crown prince praised you for doing a good job and growing up, so I told the crown prince that you have potential, which was sugar-coated in the past and just didn't show up."

  Ning Ze blushed all of a sudden, and smiled, obviously very happy to be praised, and expressed his loyalty with courage, "I will work harder in the future."

   "Well, I believe you." Su Rong nodded.

  Ning Ze seemed to have lost all his exhaustion, and he was not tired anywhere, as if he was not the one who just lay on the city wall and refused to fight any more. He was full of energy, "I can still help Mr. Zhou now."

   "Okay, let's go!" Su Rong waved his hand.

  Ning Ze walked a few steps outside the city, and suddenly remembered something, turned his head and pointed at Su Rong, "Miss Seven, this is Zhang Mao. His leg was injured to save me, and it is a bit heavy."

  Su Rong has seen Zhang Mao, with gentle eyes, "Mr. Zhang."

   "Zhang Mao is dead." Zhang Mao pushed away the person holding him, and slowly knelt down on the ground, "I would like to vote for Miss Seven in the future, please give her a name and take him in."

  His body was a little tense, his hands were also clenched, and his voice was slightly tense, as if he was afraid that Su Rong would not accept him. If Su Rong did not accept him, he didn't know, what would he do next? Where is his way?

  Su Rong could see clearly, took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to support him, "Mr. Zhang, please stand up. Since you sincerely vote for me, I will not reject talented people. I will go to see the doctor first, and I will talk later when I have something to say."

  Zhang Mao instantly relaxed his tense energy, his heart was filled with unknown emotions, welling up in his heart, his eyes were slightly red, he really didn't expect that Su Rong accepted him so simply, without a second word, he followed Su Rong's strength and stood up, "Yes, thank you Miss Seven."

  He wants to find a doctor as soon as possible. His leg must not be disabled, otherwise he will truly become a useless person.

  Ning Chi recruited two people and ordered, "Bring a stretcher and send Mr. Zhang back to the mansion immediately to find a doctor."

   Someone should be there, and immediately brought a stretcher, Zhang Mao thanked Ning Chi, carried it on the stretcher, and sent it to Nanping Hou Mansion first.

  The stretcher was very tight and not enough, Ning Chi and Jiang Zhu could barely walk back by themselves.

  So, the three walked in slowly.

  Jiang Zhu saw how Su Rong said a few words throughout the whole process, which greatly boosted Ning Ze's confidence and energy, and made Zhang Mao's heart touched and his eyes flushed. Seventh Miss probably learned the art of imperial court since she was a child, and she is really proficient in it.

   And him, the two words he said to her also made him feel at ease, thinking that although he didn't see anyone, he was very wise and chose a good master for himself.

  All the way to Nanpinghou Mansion, entered the front hall, Su Rong first asked someone for a pen and paper, stood at the table and wrote a prescription, and handed it to Ning Chi, "This is the prescription for softening tendons. Collect the medicinal materials from all the medicine shops in the city. Let's cook the medicine in a big pot. First, detoxify the 150,000 soldiers and horses outside, and then detoxify the river. The 150,000 soldiers and horses should move quickly, don't wait for Zhang Yun to kill the carbine."

  Ning Chi knew that this was the most important thing, so he immediately took over, "Miss Seven said yes, I'll give the order."

  He glanced at the prescription, called someone, and gave solemn orders.

  The doctor from the Marquis of Nanping gave Zhang Mao a consultation, and he came over to Ning Chi with some embarrassment, "My lord, the eldest son's leg, forgive me for being incompetent, the wound is too deep, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it."

   Ning Chi frowned suddenly, "How sure are you?"

   "Three points."

  Ning Chi turned his head to look at Su Rong and said helplessly to him: "Miss Seven, this is the best doctor in Nanping City."

  Su Rong stood up, "I'll go and have a look."

  She got out of the room and walked to the next door, only to see Zhang Mao lying on the bed, his face pale, a little hopeless, as if he didn't expect that even Su Rong agreed to serve him, but he was about to lose a leg and become a useless cripple.

  God seems to have played a joke on him, making him really have nowhere to go.

   Seeing Su Rong coming, his voice trembled, "Miss Seven."

  Su Rong walked to the bed and took a look at the injury of his leg. The bones were already visible, and the bones were cut off. No wonder the doctor said that he was not sure. She only took one look, then she looked calmly and said to Zhang Mao: "Don't worry, I will treat it for you. I can save your leg."

  Zhang Mao opened his eyes wide suddenly, "D-Really?"

   "Seriously." Su Rong glanced at the medicine box on the side, and said to the doctor who followed behind, "Please help me."

   After finishing speaking, she rolled up her sleeves and went to wash her hands.

  The doctor also opened his eyes wide in shock, "Do you know medicine?"

  Su Rong let out a "hmm".

  Ning Chi and Jiang Zhu who followed were also surprised, they didn't expect that with such a serious injury, Su Rong didn't even hesitate, saying that it could be saved.

  Ning Chi suddenly remembered that he had heard a rumor from Nanping in Beijing that Miss Su Qi was paying respects to the Buddha at the Great Buddha Temple one day. With meager hopes, Miss Su Qi went all the way back to Beijing, and after seeing Young Master Zhou, after a prescription, his fever disappeared.

  At that time, her reputation as a medical doctor spread to the capital, and it was rumored that she looked like a miraculous doctor. Some people believed it and some did not.

   Now it seems that she really has the ability.

  Su Rong washed his hands with clean water, then sterilized his hands with wine, and sterilized various tools with wine, and then set Zhang Mao's bones, applied medicine, stitched needles, splinted, and bandaged.

  Zhang Mao had already passed out from the pain, but Su Rong didn't shake her hands the whole time, but her forehead was covered with sweat, and her whole body was already wet with sweat. After all, her injury hadn't healed yet. Although it's not a labor-intensive job to do this job now, it requires full concentration and concentration, and it takes a lot of energy. To put it bluntly, her body is still too weak.

  The doctor helped Su Rong throughout the whole process, and listened to his instructions. At the end, he admired him very much, "The girl is so young, but she has such medical skills. I am ashamed."

  Su Rong waved his hands weakly, sat down, and didn't want to say anything.

  Ning Chi looked at her sweaty head, and deliberately took out the handkerchief and handed it to her, but felt it was inappropriate. Jiang Zhu had been warned by Zhou Gu a long time ago, and he was even more dissatisfied with giving the handkerchief to Su Rong casually. The two looked at each other, feeling a little helpless.

  Jiang Zhu was smarter, called a maid, and told her, "Quickly wait for my master to wipe his sweat."

  The maid hurriedly took out her unused clean handkerchief, and gently wiped Su Rong's sweat.

  (end of this chapter)