The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 293: He is really worthless

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Pang Yi's heart felt cold. He knelt on the ground and stared blankly at the pinhole dripping with pus and blood. After a while, he suddenly took Lu Langzhong's hand and begged. Said: "Mr. Lu! Please think of another way! Please! As long as my father's leg can be cured, ten thousand taels of snowflake silver will be sent to your house immediately! Please!"

"I already said it's not about money!" Mr. Lu looked at Pang Yi impatiently, but felt that he was quite pitiful, so he softened his tone and said, "I can see a situation like his. There are many, Ning Guta has never lacked rich foreigners, but even more nobles from the capital who have no disabled limbs. In the past, there were people with milder symptoms than him, who were also tortured. I have also seen them, and even treated them with my own hands. I used the best medicine to support him, but it only lasted for ten years, and then he completely collapsed on the bed, let alone someone like him. There was nothing he could do about it, but speaking of it, Since you can get ten thousand taels of snowflake silver, why don't you be accommodating to your superiors and stay somewhere else? Why bother staying in Ninggu Pagoda and watching your legs become useless?"

At this moment, Pang Yi stopped talking. He stared blankly at the swollen knees in front of him, and then raised his head to look at Zhong Mingwei, who was also silent. His lips trembled a few times, and then he whispered : "Master..."

"Is there really no cure?" Zhong Mingwei, who had been silent for a long time, slowly opened his mouth, looked at Dr. Lu, and tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, "I don't want to be cured, as long as I can stand up. I don’t care if you are lame a little, as long as you can walk.”

"Sir, why can't you understand?" Mr. Lu frowned and explained to him, "If you can lie down on your legs, don't sit. If you can sit, don't stand." , let alone move around. If you move, pus will grow in the knee, which will only hurt the body. Now you see that the knee is only swollen, but in fact, you don’t know how serious the injury is. Where is it? Can the skin withstand being soaked in pus and water for many years? If you want to..."

"Pang Yi," Zhong Mingwei suddenly cut off Doctor Lu's words and said to Pang Yi in a deep voice, "Send Mr. off the mountain."

"Master!" Pang Yi was so anxious that he grabbed Zhong Mingwei's hand and whispered, "Dr. Lu is the best doctor in the city with medical skills. What if..."

"I told him to send him away!" Zhong Mingwei suddenly shook off Pang Yi's hand. He pointed at Doctor Lu with gritted teeth and cursed, "What kind of doctor is he! He can't even treat a disease well!" What kind of doctor is he?! He’s just a master who deceives the world and steals his reputation!"

"Farewell!" Mr. Lu was so angry that his white beard was shaking. He immediately took the medicine box and left without caring about Pang Yi's efforts to persuade him to stay.

"Mr. Lu! Dr. Lu!" Pang Yi was so busy that he got up from the ground and chased out in a hurry.

The old man had a bad temper and would not come no matter what. Pang Yi had no choice but to send him down the mountain.

……

In the bedroom.

Zhong Mingwei, who had been sitting stiffly on the kang, suddenly leaned back and fell on the kang. The light coming through the window paper was too dazzling. He pulled the quilt and covered his head.

After a while, a man's hoarse cry came from the quilt, and his two clenched hands were beating the kang fiercely. Finally, the crying gradually stopped, and he gradually calmed down and reached out to hold the kang. The cotton trousers under the quilt were pulled over, and he gathered the black cotton trousers in his arms with his face sideways, burying his face in them. After a while, the cotton trousers were soaked, and they Wet again.

Zhong Mingwei has never been so desperate, whether he was kneeling in front of the shrine of Queen Zhenxian year after year, or whether he was beaten into the clan mansion by his own father, he had never been so desperate.

Once upon a time, on this kang and in this quilt, he and his little girl lived as sweetly and happily as each other.

"Girl, don't...don't take it off..."

"I'm hot... I want you to take it off, but I don't want others to take it off."

"Girl, wait a little longer...when I get better, I will touch you again..."

……

The sweet words of the past were still lingering in his ears. Zhong Mingwei felt that every word was extremely painful. He bit the corner of his cotton pants, trying to hold back his useless tears, but the tears became more and more like The flood that broke the dike.

He is worthless, really worthless.