Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 169: Seeing the Doctor

Like a treasure, she put the money into her purse and tucked it into her chest.

Lu He used a donkey to pull Zhao Jun into the town.

A small figure in black clothes and cap, with a dirty face, led a gray donkey. The donkey dragged a piece of withered bark, on which sat a tall man, with thick stubble on his chin and a long scar on his left cheek, not yet scabbed.

Both men and the donkey were very shabby.

They circled the street and stopped in front of a Ping’an Inn.

Located at the end of the street, Ping’an Inn was a bit shabby, with a dilapidated appearance. From the doorway looking inside, the doors, windows, wooden tables, and wooden chairs all exuded a sense of old decay.

There were few people eating on the first floor, the interior was quite desolate.

Even so, the waiter with a square face full of pockmarks, wearing a gray jacket, tall and skinny, saw the shabby donkey and two people stop at the entrance but did not come out to greet them.

He held a towel absentmindedly wiping the stair railing, obviously slacking off.

Lu He chose to stay at this inn, not for anything else, since it was so rundown, it should be very cheap. Standing by the doorway with the donkey, she warmly greeted the waiter: "Brother waiter, we want to stay, how much for one night?"

The square-faced pockmarked waiter was unwilling and reluctant to walk to the door, thinking, where did these country bumpkins come from? Don’t stay at their inn, they were filthy, with an evident disdain on his face:

"Sir, our upper rooms are eighty coins a night, lower rooms are forty coins."

"Then I’ll take a lower room, stay for five days. Brother waiter, my brother’s legs are not convenient for walking. Can anyone from the inn help carry him into the room?"

The price was expected, much cheaper than the inns in Feng County, which cost at least a hundred coins.

There were three steps at the entrance, and someone needed to carry the eldest young master in.

The square-faced pockmarked waiter hesitated for a moment and said, "Sir, please wait a moment."

Swiftly he went through the front hall into the back room.

After he left, Lu He took a couple of steps toward the eldest young master, showing a smile and said: "Young master, let’s stay here for a few days to recuperate, then set off again. You have suffered so much these days. I’ll find a doctor to check your legs and throat tomorrow."

Zhao Jun expressionless, shook his head at her.

Indicating it wasn’t necessary.

His knee had been broken, he was pierced by a poisoned needle; the muting medicine originated from Prince An’s Mansion, unknown in origin, with no way to cure it, beyond the capabilities of an ordinary doctor.

Better not to see one.

This life, so be it.

Lu He didn’t understand what he thought, assuming he refused treatment, a nameless anger surged in her, she scolded: "Young master, you must accept treatment, how can you be so decadent? The Zhao Mansion is waiting for your comeback. You’re a grown man, yet cowardly, I’ve misjudged you, the second and third young masters are better. You only know how to hit people, won’t treat your illness, coward."

In the end, still felt unresolved.

Spit out a "pah" in anger.

No longer paid attention to him, walked to the donkey, stroked its head silently.

Zhao Jun: ...

Silence.

He could not open his mouth to refute.

For the first time discovered, the foolish servant’s voice was like a gentle stream, carrying a wafting spring breeze, refreshing to the soul.

The square-faced pockmarked waiter returned, bringing the shopkeeper, who was slightly chubby, half a head shorter than the waiter. He was straightforward and agreeable, arranged the room, and immediately helped carry the person inside.

The tall man with broken legs, the waiter, the shopkeeper, and Lu He, all three carried him into the lower room.

Then filled a large tub with hot water, worked together to wash the eldest young master and moved him onto the bed.