frightfiction Chapter 319 I Can Treat Your Leg
Chapter 319 I Can Treat Your Leg
In Abian's impression, the prince was always calm and composed, and he had never seen him so anxious.
He quickly lifted the curtain, arranged the wheelchair, and carefully helped the prince down.
Looking up, I saw the young man in black approaching.
Abian suddenly understood.
Isn’t this the young man I saw in the imperial city a few days ago?
Xie Ling crossed her arms and smiled, "Uncle, I've been waiting for you for several days."
The tone was brisk, without any annoyance.
Since she knew that the uncle was Prince Yong, she could of course guess the reason for his disappearance. He must have gone to the palace to see the princess.
Wei Xiuchu half-bent over in his wheelchair, speaking apologetically, "I'm sorry, I waited for you for a long time that day, but you didn't come, so I thought you weren't coming, and then I happened to have something else..."
Xie Ling interrupted him, "I was just kidding you, I was the one who broke the appointment first."
Wei Xiuchu's tone was still filled with deep apology, "I'm really sorry."
Hearing Wei Xiuchu's tone, Xie Ling felt embarrassed and quickly pushed him into the mansion, "I'm really fine! Uncle, why do you keep apologizing?"
Wei Xiuchu's eyes looked somewhat sad.
"Because I once missed an appointment with a very important person."
Seeing that Wei Xiuchu's temperament had turned sad, Xie Ling quickly changed the subject and said, "I've eaten a lot of delicious food in Wei Zhao these past few days. Uncle, do you have any recommendations?..."
Wei Xiuchu's eyes became even more desolate. "Since that incident fifteen years ago, I have never been out on the street again. I'm really sorry that I can't tell you about this."
Xie Ling:…….
Why do I feel like I’m failing the more I talk?
Abian packed up his carriage and left. Before leaving, he glanced at the two men's backs.
The prince never likes being taken care of by others, but this young man is an exception. Maybe he likes him.
Prince Yong's mansion looked elegant from the outside, but it was terribly deserted inside.
There were no screens or ink painting scrolls in the main hall, only a few ordinary tables and benches, and there was not even any tea set on the table.
After passing through the hanging flower gate, a small courtyard comes into view.
The dead tree was rugged and thin, with a monotonous stone table placed underneath it.
"An Ning, don't you have something to tell me? Let's go under the stone table and talk."
Wei Xiuchu pointed at the stone table.
Xie Ling nodded, took out the letter that had been prepared long ago, and held it in her palm.
Wei Xiuchu suddenly asked, "Do you know what kind of tree this is?"
Xie Ling raised her head and looked at the dead tree for a while. She really couldn't figure out what it was and shook her head.
Wei Xiuchu's eyes were filled with nostalgia. "It's a pear tree. It's very beautiful when it blooms, and it will bear sweet fruits in early autumn. An Ning, would you like to come to my place in early autumn to eat pears?"
Xie Ling nodded, "I will definitely come if I have the chance."
After a pause, Xie Ling took out the letter from her sleeve and said, "Uncle, I know you are Prince Yong?"
Wei Xiuchu was a little shocked, "Who told you?"
Xie Ling raised her eyes and looked him straight in the eye. "A man named Feng Yun."
She still wanted to see the uncle's reaction, fearing that Feng Yun was lying to her.
Somehow, she inexplicably trusted the uncle in front of her. Her intuition told her that the uncle would never lie to her.
Wei Xiuchu frowned, thought for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. "I remember now. Wasn't he a thin, small man? He used to be a soldier under my command. Strange, how do you know him? As far as I know, he is not from Beijiang."
Xie Ling breathed a sigh of relief, took out two letters from her sleeve, placed them on the table, and briefly recounted what happened that day.
"Uncle, this is a letter he delivered to you with his life."
When Wei Xiuchu heard Xie Ling say the word "tomb robbery", his brows furrowed deeply.
With trembling hands, he slowly read the two letters. An unbearable piercing pain ran through his body, making it impossible for him to breathe. He could only hunch his back and struggle to survive.
Almost instantly.
Wei Xiuchu then deduced everything.
For the first time, he hated his own intelligence so much.
People say that he is so smart that he is almost a demon. Who would have thought that this intelligence could one day become a sharp blade to stab himself?
Even through the mask, Xie Ling could feel his despair.
Wei Xiuchu's eyes were dead silent, "Feng Yun, is he dead?"
Xie Ling nodded, "The moment you gave me the letter, you drew your sword and stabbed yourself."
Wei Xiuchu's voice was hoarse, "He...I owe him."
Xie Ling didn't know what was going on. After thinking for a while, she organized her words and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Wei Xiuchu shook his head. "Child, I originally wanted you to stay with me, but now I'm afraid that's not possible. I may be busy for a while and won't be able to take care of you. You should leave, leave today."
Xie Ling knew that the uncle didn't want to involve herself.
He is obviously a very rational person who knows how to protect himself and will never get involved in muddy water.
But for some reason, when Xie Ling saw the uncle's lonely expression and hunched body, she felt an indescribable heartache.
Yes, it just hurts.
The pain for loved ones.
Xie Ling gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and stood up.
She told herself this over and over again in her heart.
The uncle is Prince Yong, a member of the royal family, not an ordinary person.
The uncle's enemies must be very powerful. If they are in the same camp as the uncle, they will be crushed to pieces if they are not careful.
She has her family and the whole Sinan behind her.
Xie Ling lowered her eyes.
Wei Xiuchu was still holding the letter at this moment.
His once tall and slender figure was now hunched in a small wheelchair, his eyes empty and lifeless.
Xie Ling noticed with her sharp eyes that there were actually silver threads in the uncle’s long hair.
For some reason, Xie Ling asked, "Uncle, how old are you?"
Wei Xiuchu tried his best to cheer up and answered Xie Ling's question, "You are almost forty years old, kid, hurry up and go."
Xie Ling took a deep breath, turned around and left.
When she reached the door and was about to leave the house, she finally turned around and ran back quickly.
Half squatting in front of Wei Xiuchu, he said solemnly, "Uncle, I can't help you with anything, but I can heal your leg. I'm not lying, you have to believe me."
Wei Xiuchu looked at the boy's serious eyes, and for the first time in his life, he felt hope for his legs. "Really?"
Xie Ling nodded, "I will start treating you now! Lift up your skirt so I can see."
Wei Xiuchu paused.
"I'm afraid of scaring you."
Xie Ling shook her head, "Uncle, I'm a professional doctor. I've seen everything."
Wei Xiuchu clenched his hands and slowly lifted up the hem of his clothes.
Even Xie Ling, who was used to seeing scarred and dead people, gasped when she saw Wei Xiuchu's legs.
The burn scars crisscrossed the entire leg, like centipedes, ugly and terrifying.
The muscles have atrophied and the legs are so thin that they can be pinched with one hand.
Thinking of the folk rumors that Prince Yong was brave and good at fighting, he was full of vigor and vitality.
Comparing her with the lonely middle-aged man in front of her, Xie Ling felt a strong sense of sympathy.
She has always been a sensible doctor.
Even if a patient died in front of her, she would not be moved.
But at this moment...
Xie Ling restrained herself, put on gloves and looked carefully.
The more I look at it, the more frightened I am!
This is not a simple burn, but the skin and muscles were first cut off by the knife, and then the burn occurred!
The degree of the burns is no different from being roasted on fire!
How did this uncle manage to survive?
Wei Xiuchu's gaze was calm, but there was a hint of complexity hidden deep in his eyes.
Over the years, no one had ever seen his legs without showing a look of fear….
But the young man in front of him had a calm and rational look, without a trace of disgust, and even a hint of admiration?
They both have their own thoughts.
Xie Ling took out a silver needle from her bag and wanted to stimulate the uncle's legs to see if she could find any remaining muscle tissue.
If she can find them, she can stimulate their regeneration!