Would he face another round of criticism from the couple?
Even though enduring the quilt couple's scolding felt like the usual routine for him, he wasn't the kind to willingly subject himself to beratent by others.
Mo Lian's cold reminder pierced the air, "Rember to settle the remuneration and consultation fees today! Qiaoqiao just examined Miss Mu Clan, so she is entitled to the consultation fees as well."
"Alright, alright. Hand it over. I'll pay you imdiately when we get back to camp!" Holy Son Miyan's mouth twitched as he nodded repeatedly, inwardly musing about the Crown Prince's excessive doting on his wife. Miss Mu Rouxuan had only scolded the reserved girl a few tis, and she already felt regret.
To Holy Son Miyan, this wasn't beratent. Miss Mu was clearly in a vulnerable state and lacked trust in the reserved girl.
Turning around, Holy Son Miyan noticed Mo Lian and Duan Yue leaving with the reserved girl.
Mu Xingchen gazed in the direction they had departed, then turned his attention to Mu Rouxuan lying half-dead on the ground. He sighed, "Rouxuan, you don't know Qiaoqiao well. If she promised to treat you, she will do her best. You won't find a pill alchemist with better dical skills."
Dou Fengmian agreed, adding, "Using conventional dicine, your injuries might take five to six days to improve. With Miss Qiao's treatnt, I estimate a 70 to 80% recovery in half a day."
Mu Xingchen was surprised by the high praise Dou Fengmian gave the reserved girl's dical skills. Regret crept in; had he known earlier, he would have let Qiaoqiao continue treating Rouxuan.
"Rourou Xuan, take this healing dicine first." Mu Xingchen usually carried so healing dicine distributed by the family clan, and the effect of this dicine was actually not very good.
However, he could only try his best now. He stuffed a pill into Mu Rouxuan's mouth and turned to smile bitterly at Dou Fengmian.
"Eldest Young Sir Dou, I'll have to trouble you. In a while, I'll carry Rouxuan to the cabin. Please treat her."
Dou Fengmian looked hesitant.
"Doctors are benevolent. There's no distinction between n and won. Please save , Young Sir Dou."
Dou Fengmian could only sigh. Originally, he had thought that since the little stoic was here and she was a maiden, it would be more convenient for her to treat Mu Rouxuan. In less than two days, Mu Rouxuan would be alive and kicking.
Who would have thought that this maiden Mu would be so stubborn? She refused to let the little stoic treat her no matter what.
He had no choice but to agree. He couldn't just stand by and do nothing while maiden Mu's injuries worsened.
Everyone automatically caught sight of each other and looked at the pale-faced Mu Rouxuan with hard to understand expressions.
This girl was quite pretentious…
The Holy Son ordered soone to carry Mu Rouxuan into the fish cabin. However, after going through fire and water, Mu Rouxuan's face beca even more deathly white, and even her breathing beca weaker.
Dou Fengmian got soone to lay Mu Rouxuan down. He took out a dagger and said, "I'm sorry." Then, he cut off a piece of cloth from Mu Rouxuan's lower abdon.
Mu Xingchen automatically gasped when he saw his sister's wound.
The wound was purple and gray in color. It was in the shape of a strip, as if sothing had slid past it. The entire lower abdon was almost cut open. It looked extrely serious.
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