Chapter 1816 Slowly Falling in Love with You 65

As soon as he put Tang Xin on the couch in his room, he went to find a clean suit. After all, the clothes Tang Xin was wearing now were torn and blood-stained, so he really couldn't wear them.

But when he came over with his clothes, he saw that Tang Xin was staggering and standing by the side of the couch, gritted his teeth, as if afraid of soiling his couch, Mo Zhifei frowned, and left without saying a word In the past, he pressed the loose heart back again, and ordered: "Lie down, young master."

Tang Xin also had a gloomy expression: "I will apply the medicine myself when I go back, so I don't need your help."

Looking at him, Mo Zhifei suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, you soiled my coat, you will pay me a new one first, and then I will let you go."

Tang Xin glanced at the blood-stained blouse that was draped over her body, her face was reddish, and she said sadly: "You put it on me."

"Then I didn't let you get dirty either. Either you stay here obediently and don't move, or you lose money and leave." Mo Zhifei was pretty bad, he was sure that this cheapskate would never pay him money , because this cheapskate would rather be beaten up than give money, so how could he lose money.

Sure enough, Tang Xin stared at Mo Zhifei coldly, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Not long after, the butler came in with a medicine box and asked the people below to bring in a basin of clean water. He looked at their young master carefully and worriedly, and made sure that the young master was not injured. The boy sitting on the couch seemed to be seriously injured. Out of kindness, the housekeeper couldn't help but ask their young master, "Master, do you want me to invite the doctor over?"

Mo Zhifei gave him a blank look, "Your young master Bai Kao's imperial physician?"

Only then did the housekeeper come to his senses, and couldn't help but patted himself on the forehead.

While opening the medicine box, Mo Zhifei ordered: "Go ask the servants to prepare a meal."

When he returned to the house with Tang Xin on his back, he realized that Tang Xin was much thinner than he looked. Usually, when he was wearing loose clothes, he thought he was just looking thin, but only after reciting it did he realize that Tang Xin was much thinner than he looked. It's so light that it doesn't weigh much, and the bones in the hand are painful to the touch. It's obvious that I haven't eaten well all the time...

Therefore, Mo Zhifei also expected that Yunxin must not have eaten anything today.

After listening to Mo Zhifei's order, the housekeeper nodded and hurried out to get ready.

Mo Zhifei asked Tang Xin to take off his coat, and he saw that the fabric of his back was bleeding a little, thinking of those bastards who stepped on Tang Xin's back so recklessly in the back alley, Mo Zhifei Fei couldn't help frowning.

He is more likely to be annoyed. He feels that a person with a temperament like Chunxin is definitely not willing to suffer a little bit. Even if he is beaten up, he is only based on the premise that if he is beaten up, he will not have to pay. But even so, wouldn't he know how to cherish his own body?

As an imperial physician, Mo Zhifei really couldn't bear to see Tang Xin trampling on her body like this.

But Tangxin didn't seem to know it, Mo Zhifei told him to take off his clothes, he took off the clothes on his upper body, and then lay down on the couch with his face pressed against the pillow, and instructed Mo Zhifei: "Wipe some Hui Luo Ointment is fine, nothing else is needed."

Mo Zhifei paused, ignored him, and first wiped his back with a wet handkerchief. He kept his movements as light as possible, for fear of hurting this fragile little kid, who knows that his heart doesn't know the pain at all. , lying there motionless, without the slightest reaction.

Mo Zhifei looked at Yun Xin's back, she was very thin and her shoulder blades were prominently protruding.

This guy... how can he be so thin.

What kind of nutritious food does he usually eat...

It took a while for Tang Xin to realize that the smell of the ointment was wrong, she frowned and asked, "What did you apply?"

Mo Zhifei said indifferently, "Ning Rou Ointment."

Tang Xin's palms tightened immediately, and he was about to get up, but Mo Zhifei held his hand again, "If you mess around again, I'll beat you, I didn't ask you to pay, don't worry."

Chun Xin was a little angry: "I told you to use Hui Luo Ointment."

This guy actually made an arrogance to use a plaster that he couldn't afford. Ningrou ointment is very effective and is most suitable for applying skin trauma. No matter how deep the wound is, this plaster can heal quickly. And it won't leave a scar...

But this kind of plaster is equivalent to a luxury, except for the real rich and noble, the lower class people have no chance to afford it...

Of course, Tang Xin would not be grateful to Mo Zhifei, he hated to owe favors to others, and Mo Zhifei's doing so would only make him feel more disgusted.

Because he doesn't need, he doesn't need anyone to help him.

However, after hearing what he said, Mo Zhifei even sneered and said, "I think, as an imperial physician, you should be most aware that the broken plaster you mentioned will only aggravate the scars after being applied."

Tang Xin took a deep breath: "Whether I leave a scar or not has nothing to do with you."

"Master, I have a kind heart. I can't bear to see a brat spoiling me." Mo Zhifei lazily said such words, but the finger that smeared the wound was extremely light.

Chunxin: "..."

He endured it, and opened his lips coldly: "Who are you calling a brat?"

"Is there another kid here?" Mo Zhifei grabbed his hand and continued to bandage his fingers.

Tang Xin's fingers were long, but very thin, with distinct joints, broken nails, broken skin, bleeding, and some redness and swelling, looking very pitiful.

When Mo Zhifei bandaged his fingers, Chunxin finally realized the pain, and curled up her fingers slightly. Mo Zhifei raised her eyes to look at him, and saw Chunxin lying on the pillow, her eyebrows and eyes were frowned, and her eyelids were still a little tight. Turning red, Mo Zhifei couldn't help teasing him, "Does it hurt?"

Tang Xin bit the bullet and looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

Mo Zhifei wrapped all ten of his fingers around, looking particularly accomplished.

Chunxin: "...how can I work when you're like this?"

"Whatever you do, you've been hurt like this, so take a good rest."

Mo Zhifei didn't care what Tang Xin thought, anyway, he saved people, so he had to listen to him.

After he rubbed the medicine on the person, the housekeeper ordered someone to come in with meals.

The housekeeper said: "Master, I don't know what this young man likes to eat, so I asked the kitchen to make a portion of each according to the existing ingredients."

So, Yun Xin, who was forced to put on Mo Zhifei's clothes, saw that the dining table was filled with delicacies that were impossible to finish.

Chun Xin sat at the table, silent.

Seeing that he didn't move his chopsticks, Mo Zhifei thought that he didn't like to eat, so he couldn't help but said, "Don't you like to eat? If you don't like to eat, I'll ask the butler to remove it and redo it..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Xin ignored him, and finally stretched out his hand to get the bowl and chopsticks with a cold face, but his fingers were wrapped in bandages, and before he could hold the chopsticks firmly, he dropped them.