RPAGF Chapter 153 With the Princess's temper, they all have to die...
Chapter 153 With the Princess's temper, they all have to die...
Doctor Qian skillfully withdrew the slender silver needle, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
Gu Junze's body, which had been tense, finally relaxed like a bowstring being released.
He let out a long sigh, straightened his legs, and tried to stand up. However, his legs felt as if they had been stripped of their tendons and bones, weak and powerless, and his knees buckled, almost causing him to fall to the ground.
"Your Highness, be careful!"
Ying Qing reacted quickly, stepping forward to steady him and prevent him from falling in a sorry state.
After this period of treatment, he has been able to control his legs to do some simple activities, but it seems that there is still a long way to go before he can truly stand and walk.
Doctor Qian said, "Young Master, don't be impatient. Take it slow. There has been a great improvement. If you persevere, you will definitely be able to walk normally like a normal person."
A faint smile appeared on Gu Junze's lips, but a bitter feeling welled up in his heart.
I'm afraid that apart from the people of Hongmeng Academy, no one would want him to stand up again.
At this moment, Ying Qing walked in hurriedly and said in a low voice, "Young Master, the medicinal herbs in the pharmacy have been switched by that person again. Why don't you have your subordinates arrest him?"
Gu Junze remained silent for a moment, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his wheelchair, before speaking calmly: "The enemy is in the open, while we are in the shadows. Even if we capture Commander Hu, the person behind him will arrange for another one; it's only a temporary solution."
Ying Qing's face was full of resentment as she clenched her fists: "But we can't let them bully the young master like this!"
Gu Junze tilted his head slightly, gazing out the window. His voice was calm, yet tinged with coldness: "That woman has gone mad. In this mansion, the only people who would drug me, besides my brothers, are..."
He paused, not finishing his sentence; if he wanted to stand up, he had to remain hidden.
Gu Junze's eyes grew even more determined. "Rather than being poisoned time and time again, unable to defend myself, I might as well go with the flow and let people think that I am paralyzed for the rest of my life."
"As for Commander Hu," he narrowed his eyes slightly, "he'll be caught in a trap sooner or later."
Yingqing lowered her head. "Your Highness, you have a profound understanding of the situation."
But he felt indignant and resentful for the crown prince.
Such a dignified and upright prince lived a life of constant anxiety and insecurity in his own home.
If Princess Anyang were still alive, how heartbroken she would be.
Given the princess's temper, they would all die...
As Dr. Qian packed his medicine kit, he couldn't help but interject, "Then why not tell the young mistress? Let her be happy. She'll be overjoyed if she knows your leg has made such great progress."
Gu Junze's lips curled slightly as Chu Ruohan's image appeared in his mind, his eyes filled with tenderness.
He waited for the day when he could stand upright before Ruohan, and for her to open her heart to him.
He turned to look at Yingqing and asked, "Has the young mistress returned?"
Yingqing quickly replied, "Not yet."
Gu Junze frowned slightly, a hint of worry in his expression. "It's been two hours, why haven't they returned yet?"
"Prepare the car, let's go to the Chu family."
Yingqing accepted the order, quickly stepped forward, and pushed the wheelchair out.
Dr. Qian watched their departing figures, shook his head helplessly, and slowly walked out with his medicine box.
When he came back, he had a gloomy face and an attitude that said "keep away." But after only two hours, he's all better now.
Are you rushing to pick someone up?
It really proves the old saying: couples who quarrel in bed make up before they get out of bed.
He had already won her over before they even got into bed...
When the mother is not home, the children will cause trouble.
Four- or five-year-old children are naturally full of intense curiosity about everything around them.
Dr. Qian pushed open the pharmacy door, instantly flew into a rage, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Gu Yun!"
The sound was so loud it seemed to lift the roof off.
Gu Yun was squatting in the corner, holding the purple ginseng tightly in his hands, with a pile of herbs and several empty medicine bottles scattered around him.
All the ginseng roots from that purple mountain ginseng have fallen off, leaving only the bare stem.
Upon hearing Dr. Qian's roar, Gu Yun's body trembled violently, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, as if he were guarding some precious treasure.
Doctor Qian rushed forward, pointing at Gu Yun, his face flushed with anger: "You little rascal, put down that purple ginseng right now! That's a precious medicinal herb that I finally managed to find. So many patients are counting on it to save their lives! How dare you touch it like that!"
Gu Yun was startled by the sudden roar, and almost dropped the purple ginseng in his hand.
He looked timidly at Doctor Qian and muttered softly, "It can cure diseases? Isn't it just a withered tree root?"
Dr. Qian choked on his breath, strode forward, grabbed Gu Yun by the back of his collar, and dragged him out of the pharmacy like a chick.
Gu Yun kicked his legs wildly in the air, repeatedly shouting, "I was wrong, I was wrong, put me down, put me down..."
Doctor Qian threw Gu Yun into the courtyard, plopped down on a stone bench, panting heavily, his eyes still fixed on the purple ginseng in Gu Yun's hand.
Gu Yun didn't cry, but stood there stubbornly. "Uncle Qian, I just thought it was too ugly. I didn't expect it to be so frail. Its whiskers have all fallen off."
"It's alright, it's alright. I'll bury it in the soil and return it to you when it grows back."
The little guy remembers that's how the old lady who used to grow flowers did it.
Upon hearing this, Dr. Qian was so angry he almost fainted: "You little brat, stop messing around and give it back to me right now."
Gu Yun pouted, looking aggrieved, but still reluctantly handed the purple ginseng to Doctor Qian.
Just as Dr. Qian reached out to take it, Gu Yun seemed to suddenly remember something, and quickly withdrew her hand, a sly glint in her eyes.
“Uncle Qian, if you’re not angry anymore, I’ll give it back to you.” Gu Yun raised his chin and said in a pretentious manner, “If you get angry, you’ll have a lot more white hair. Then you won’t be an uncle anymore, you’ll be a white-haired old man.”
Dr. Qian was both annoyed and amused. What kind of time was this little guy to be trying to bargain?
"Alright, alright, Uncle Qian, don't be angry anymore. Give me the ginseng now," Doctor Qian said patiently.
"You can't tell my mother either."
Was he afraid that Chu Ruohan would be angry?
Doctor Qian nodded, and Gu Yun smiled with satisfaction, returning the purple ginseng to Doctor Qian.
Doctor Qian gripped the purple ginseng tightly, as if it were a priceless treasure, and said irritably, "You little rascal, don't you dare come into the pharmacy to cause trouble again."
Gu Yun stuck out his tongue and was about to run away when Doctor Qian suddenly remembered something, frowned and asked, "Where's Haitang? Why isn't she here? Didn't she see you fooling around?"
Haitang was Gu Yun's personal maid, and she was always by his side.
Gu Yun's eyes darted around. "Sister Haitang, I lied to her and said that the kitchen made her favorite osmanthus cake, so she ran over there."
After saying that, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, clearly quite pleased with his "scheme".
Haitang, her face flushed and her hair disheveled, angrily said as soon as she saw Gu Yun, "Young Master, you lied to me again! There's no osmanthus cake in the kitchen at all."